Chapter 1 - Versatile
Submitted December 22, 2006 Updated December 22, 2006 Status Incomplete | I redid Fade to Black, and made it more JTHMish... I gotta get into reality, Nny's an emotionaless insect, he can't really love....Can Kylie help him live the life of a normal...or will he twist it and massacre everything until it backfires?
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Chapter 1 - Versatile
Chapter 1 - Versatile
2:03 Am, the 24/7 with it's one employee sits alone, the bells on the door suddenly
ring ending with a clang against the door. A tall and very slender man about his 20's walks in. His black hair shaved
at the sides of his head, the dark circles under his eyes, and the black clothing one would automatically depict,
he's a goth. He's not, he likes to dress like that. Going to the snack aisles, he scans the rows of cheap 40 cent
food and junk. He suspects he's alone, but upon hearing the soft footsteps scampering in the other sections, he
rethinks and assumes it's the employee. About to pick up the last bag of Senor Salsa chips, he hears a thud.
The sound came from the other aisle, the sound of items clattering and scuffling feet, a klutz is here. Then mumbles
began. But there's only one employee and he's at the counter. The mumbles sounded too feminine. He slowly
starts to walk toward the end of the aisle to peer his head around the corner. A blur of black and grey suddenly
rushs past him. Baffled, confused and annoyed.
2:23 AM. now' he's very suspicious, that person has been eluding him for 20 minutes. Never before
has he been this anxious to actually meet, or confront someone of strange. He gives up and decides to get a BrainFreezy.
The cherry has always been his favorite, but, unfortunately, tonight, he would not get his beloved treat. The machine gave not
shaved ice but a noise that sounded like when a whipped cream can ran out.
"Scuse me, but the Freezy machines not working, and it's only 2:24."
"Sorry, can't help you there, we shut 'm off after 2:15 now." Hearing that, a bit of sadness struck him.
The person eavesdrops and decides to confront the dictating Register.
"Aw come on, turn it on for him..." A voice creeped from an aisle. The person walks out, only to reveal that the
peron is a woman, about 20 with short black hair. She walks to the main counter and places a 10$ and a 5$ on it.
"I said, we shut him off after 2:25!" Agitated, the girl picks up a plastic fork and stabs his arm violently. A
sharp scream of agony escapes the cashiers dirty mouth.
"Well I say we turn them back on at 2:25... well, what're you waiting for, TURN EM ON!!!" The poor dictator
elps and stumbles his way to the machines. He trips and falls, and a snicker from the sadistic girl. She then turns her
eyes attention to the poorly judged man in black, he flinches.
"Maybe I should contact your manager for failure to serve...but we don't want that..do we?
"Eeeh... no, no we don't!"
"Then I suggest the next this poor guy asks you to do something, you say "yes sir." and do it. If he
asks you to kill yourself, you say "yes sir," and do it... are we clear?"
"y-yes ma'am...anything you say."
"That's what I like to hear.....man I'm so anti-social..." She walks out the door hunched over, and the guy,
gets a BrainFreezy, and gets struck with a lightening bolt of generosity.
ring ending with a clang against the door. A tall and very slender man about his 20's walks in. His black hair shaved
at the sides of his head, the dark circles under his eyes, and the black clothing one would automatically depict,
he's a goth. He's not, he likes to dress like that. Going to the snack aisles, he scans the rows of cheap 40 cent
food and junk. He suspects he's alone, but upon hearing the soft footsteps scampering in the other sections, he
rethinks and assumes it's the employee. About to pick up the last bag of Senor Salsa chips, he hears a thud.
The sound came from the other aisle, the sound of items clattering and scuffling feet, a klutz is here. Then mumbles
began. But there's only one employee and he's at the counter. The mumbles sounded too feminine. He slowly
starts to walk toward the end of the aisle to peer his head around the corner. A blur of black and grey suddenly
rushs past him. Baffled, confused and annoyed.
2:23 AM. now' he's very suspicious, that person has been eluding him for 20 minutes. Never before
has he been this anxious to actually meet, or confront someone of strange. He gives up and decides to get a BrainFreezy.
The cherry has always been his favorite, but, unfortunately, tonight, he would not get his beloved treat. The machine gave not
shaved ice but a noise that sounded like when a whipped cream can ran out.
"Scuse me, but the Freezy machines not working, and it's only 2:24."
"Sorry, can't help you there, we shut 'm off after 2:15 now." Hearing that, a bit of sadness struck him.
The person eavesdrops and decides to confront the dictating Register.
"Aw come on, turn it on for him..." A voice creeped from an aisle. The person walks out, only to reveal that the
peron is a woman, about 20 with short black hair. She walks to the main counter and places a 10$ and a 5$ on it.
"I said, we shut him off after 2:25!" Agitated, the girl picks up a plastic fork and stabs his arm violently. A
sharp scream of agony escapes the cashiers dirty mouth.
"Well I say we turn them back on at 2:25... well, what're you waiting for, TURN EM ON!!!" The poor dictator
elps and stumbles his way to the machines. He trips and falls, and a snicker from the sadistic girl. She then turns her
eyes attention to the poorly judged man in black, he flinches.
"Maybe I should contact your manager for failure to serve...but we don't want that..do we?
"Eeeh... no, no we don't!"
"Then I suggest the next this poor guy asks you to do something, you say "yes sir." and do it. If he
asks you to kill yourself, you say "yes sir," and do it... are we clear?"
"y-yes ma'am...anything you say."
"That's what I like to hear.....man I'm so anti-social..." She walks out the door hunched over, and the guy,
gets a BrainFreezy, and gets struck with a lightening bolt of generosity.
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