Mixtapes & Polaroids | Sam x Deena

18

TW - Violence

Simon kind of hates his job.

He hated it even more, when they decided it would be an amazing idea to extend store hours and really, being on the closing shift all alone was quite literally the worst. He had to clean up and make sure everything was locked down and Simon really wasn't the tidiest person around.

He hated sweeping, and rearranging all the shit people take and place into completely different isles. He did find a little joy in using the PA system for music when he was mopping, he'd place the radio right up to the mic and dance around as he mopped because having his own little private concert made time fly by.

So when he's got I Would Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) by Meat Loaf playing on the speakers, Simon thinks he's in for just another boring night. A mop in his hand and his smooth little prances, the boy was having the time of his life in that empty grocery store.

"As long as your dreams are coming true, you better believe it!" He does a little spin, singing along using the mop handle as a microphone stand as he freezes right at the end of the canned goods isle.

"That I would do anything for love." He treads slowly, dramatically, the mop dragging along behind him as he reaches out into thin air.

"Oh, I would do anything for love." Simon sings softly, eyes wired shut as he keeps his free arm extended all while holding the end of the mop handle close to his mouth.

"Oh, I would do anything for love." Simon sings again, completely off key but it didn't matter when in his head he was filming a music video and he was absolutely flawless.

"But I won't do that!" He comes to a stop right at the end, getting too lost in his imagination as he spreads his arms like he was waiting for flashing lights and applause.

But really, the mop just topples over and knocks a few cans of tomato soup off the shelf. With the loud sound of the items hitting the floor, Simon jumps in surprise as reality hits him over the head and he gets to his knees, mumbling little curses as he picks up the cans.

"I was great huh? Swept you guys off your feet!" He beams, setting them back on the shelf as he smoothly steps on one end of the mop to shoot the other back up into his grasp.

"Try not to fall for me again, ladies, gents and hot parents." He clicks his tongue, walking away smugly as the music begins to come to an end. It was a rather long song, so when he realizes it was closing Simon thought it was probably time for him to go too.

So Simon heads to the back along with the bucket and the mop, fixing up the rest of the cleaning supplies he used whistling a little tune. Right when he's about to walk out, Simon swears he hears a door open on the other end of the store. A door he was ninety nine percent sure he locked.

"Hello?" Simon calls out, his steps slowing to a stop as he tried to listen closely but the radio just blares over the PA system, playing the next song that nearly makes Simon jump out of his body.

"Fuck, Jesus." He mumbles, quickly bolting to the office to turn the radio and the PA system off as his heart still pounded beneath his chest.

He walks back out, chalking the sound up to the radio he left on but when Simon is busy locking up the office, he hears something again. Only this time, it sounded eerily like footsteps. Simon freezes, grabbing hold of the keys to stop them from making noise as he whips around quickly to come face to face with nobody.

Just an empty store.

Simon quickly looks around, eyes landing on the fire extinguisher bolted to the wall so he takes the most silent, careful steps he could until he was able to pry it off and hold it close to him. He's barely breathing, slowly going past every isle to check for anything out of the ordinary, and so far, he's coming up empty handed until he gets to the last isle. You see, there was nothing wrong with it.