The door to the small diner slammed open as someone who was panting in, the loud bang the door made and the heavy breathing startled Frankie for a moment. They looked up from the table they were cleaning with wide eyes, to find their boss standing there.
Blood dripped down the boss's forehead, running down the left side of his face. Huffing as he spoke, almost completely out of breath, the Boss said urgently.
"He's back!".
Frankie felt fear and dread pool into their stomach. Of course they knew who the boss was talking about, the whole diner did. As customers and employees alike give soft whimpers of fear with murmurs of concern around them, Frankie gives a hard swallow before asking timidly.
"Are you sure Mr. Cyaane?"
"Of course I'm sure!" The boss, Mr. Cyaane barks, clearly he had caught his breath. He continues like he was going to start a rant. "Of course it's him! Who could I have mistaken him for?!? The kid's a hundred foot tall!"
"Ok, ok. I get it" Frankie says and crosses their arm over their chest, the timidness once there falling away as they spoke."Does the brute want something this time, or is he here for senseless destruction and death?"
The question was answered when there was a large crash nearby, dust filling the street. Though no one looked out the window, everyone knew what happened. The giant,who the town has dubbed 'The beast', had either pushed over, or kicked down a building.
Frankie had hoped no innocent died, but ultimately they shrugged the thought off, as they had to get home. Frankie's shift was up and they were tired of being social. They go to clock out, then dart outside hoping that they would be lucky, they didn't want to be spotted or crushed by The beast.
Luck was not on Frankie's side, it rarely ever was. They had been spotted but the unhappy looking giant. This wouldn't have happened if Frankie didn't dart out into an empty street, but Frankie didn't think that far ahead and was now paying that price.
The beast snatched Frankie up mid stride,
Making them scream in panic. The beast grips frankie by the waist roughly and holds them near his face, closer to his mouth than near anything else for a fear factor as he bellowed out with a mischievous smirk,
"Well,well, well...what do we have here? A victim? A pet?A meal?"
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can a beast be tamed?
Fantasyfrankie made a stupid decision, and now is in the clutches of a giant. what will poor frankie do?