I have a guardian angel that watches over me and protects me from evil. He doesn't have wings or a halo. He hasn't come from heaven to save me in the name of god or whatever. No... he isn't that kind of angel.
My angel has a pink mustache and a carnival suit. My angel has a top hat and a really small golden gun in his pocket to shoot people with that are harassing me.
When I first met him, I was at a bus stop. I was waiting for a bus to come so I could get home when a man pulled a gun out and shot someone. Then he was shot. I turned to see who shot the assailant, but I only saw him from behind. I would be dead if it weren't for him.
The second time was in traffic. I was walking down the street and a man in a semi truck decided that a red light wasn't worth his time, and he just barreled straight for me. My angel came out of no where and pushed me out of the way, saving me and him. By the time I got up, I couldn't see him anymore.
I can't tell you how many times since then that I've seen him. Every time I'm in public, he seems to be somewhere. Watching over me. My angel.
I don't know his name, the angel with the pink mustache. I don't know who he is or where he came from. But the one thing I wonder above all is why he keeps saving me. Why? I'm not that special.
Still, it's nice to feel loved. To be protected, even if you don't know your savior. Who knows. Maybe he will be a famous legend some day. A new Jesus or something.
But for now he is my special guardian angel.
My own little angel.
An angel without wings.
And a little pink mustache.
The end.
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Markiplier: Once Upon A Time
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