𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 𖤐 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐸𝐿 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐷𝑂𝑁

𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚

" I got it, I got it! " Jeff exclaimed.

Mutt and I turned to face him.

" Don't give me your bitch face Y/N, I finally got these joints to move naturally! "

" WOOO HELL YES JEFF! " Mutt screamed. The two jumped and hugged each other as I rolled my eyes at their overreacting.

Jeff and Mutt were my fellow coworkers or I guess you could call them my fellow cokeheads. Well, not really I rarely do coke unlike them. Somehow we are all millionaires who own this robotic company that makes clones and other shit. They say it's satan that brings us the fortune we have, but I don't really care for their devil shit.

" Hurry the fuck up and make the rest of the joints move. " I shouted over their little celebration.

" Whatever, but first... " Jeff spoke while interrupting his own sentence saying... " MISS VENABLE!" .

Miss Venable was our bitchy receptionist here at our company. She almost made me look like a saint. I shouldn't really complain about her though, because she does in fact get the job done.

Miss Venable entered the code to our lab and approached the three of us with a giant glass filled with coke to the brim.

" Ahh! Thank you Miss Venable what a saint you are! " Jeff giggled.

It had been a while since I had last snorted coke with the two of them, so I wouldn't mind participating this time.

Without hesitation I went ahead and grabbed a scrap of paper and rolled it up. I brought it to my nose and began snorting the line of coke Mutt had laid out for himself.

" Woah there Y/N don't snort more than you can handle. " He snarked.

Him and Jeff let out loud cackles as I ignored them and wiped the excess off my nose.

Life was the same for the past for months. It revolves around the same 4 things. Jeff, Mutt, Coke, and robots. Anything that isn't that, is what I would consider exciting in life.

Jeff and Mutt had always talked about how something was coming that had to do with their demonic shit. Apparently from the parts I had actually not spaced out on, the so called " Antichrist " would be coming to tell us what to do.

It all sounded like complete bullshit to me. If anything hasn't happened yet, I have no idea what the " Antichrist " is waiting for.

𖤐

five weeks later.

" You fucking idiot, you spilled all the damn coke all over my keyboard! " Mutt shouted at Jeff who stood there with a regretful look on his face.

I tried my best to tune out their little fight, until we were interrupted by Jeff's ringtone which was the song Toxic by Britney Spears.

The song went on and finally Jeff yelled " Y/N Can you pick it up for me? "

I reached over to his desk and grabbed the phone. It was unknown caller ID. Probably just some add company that was trying to sell shitty insurance.

I picked up anyways.

" Hello, Jeff Pfister's phone. "

" Hello dear, I am assuming that this isn't actually Jeff. "

" No, it isn't. " I look over to Jeff who is currently scraping coke out of the crevices of Mutt's keyboard. " He is busy right now, is there a message I can get through to him? "

" That's alright, just let him know that Madelyn called and that I found him. "

" Ok... " I spoke in a concerned tone.

The woman then hung up.

" Uh Jeff " I said gaining his attention.

" Some woman named Madelyn called and she said that she apparently found him..? " I said wearily.

Jeff and Mutt look at each other and then back at me.

" So...? "

" Get her back on the main line immediately. " Mutt demanded.