Mascara Decade (Around The Angels Wings)

Chapter three: 𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔥

As Zack walked through the mall, he saw someone standing against the Spencer's and the Hot Topic, a beautiful and sneaky man next to a Goth, signaling him to come to them. "Hey, kid! Are you the new kid around here?"

The man turned his head towards them and walked over to them, curious to know what they desired. "Yeah, I'm new here..just moved here not too long ago." He chuckled sheepishly. "Well now that ain't too bad, we're just on our break. Working the mall ain't too much but it's honestly hard work." The goth joked around, cracking a cold drink in his left hand.

"So..are you, Goths? Like..witch goths or occult goths?" Zack questioned the sneaky man, who was wearing a crop top and shorts with lingerie kneesocks with tapping shoes. "Tch..we work at Spencer's, kid. Just find us in the back, we'll tell you all about living in this shithole." The gothic jock said with a grin, wrapping an arm around Zack. "I'm Chino and that's Jonny or Jonathan.".

"Oh, nice to meet you, Jonathan. I'm Zack De La Rocha, just down by the road in a neighborhood, right next to the 5'9" elderly Woman." Zack smiled sheepishly, he knew he was embarrassed. "Oh? That's grandma H.R, she was a mortician when she was 17 and became a pathologist for 20-30 years until she retired after she collected all of her photos of people and just saved them. She has collectibles, just a heads up before you meet her." Jonathan said, leaning against the wall.

"Oh.." "Yeah, wanna come in or are you heading home?"

Zack thought about it, until he nodded his head. "I wanna come in, if it's fine.". "Great, you're gonna meet Brandon! He's super chill and happy like a golden retriever." Chino laughed as he escorted Zack into the Spencer's store.

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*Ding!* *Dong!*

Tom opened the door curiously, only to be greeted with an elderly woman in her early fifties to sixties standing there with Tim and Brad behind her. "Oh! Hello, Mrs. H.R! What brings you here—!" Tom was stopped by the woman shoving a skull fragment into his hands, it was already decayed and had a rotten smell to it. "I forgot to give ya this as a Welcome gift. Ain't too much on the nose, is it?" Grandma H.R teased, chuckling like a janitor in a High School.

"No No! It's really interesting, is it Halloween decor?" The leader asked generously. "Nope, it's a real classic Skull Fragment from my time at the Morgue. He was a John Doe either way, but still gives me memories of my times there." The woman crossed her arms, feeling confident.

Tom smiled fondly as he placed the fragment on a piece of fabric that it came with. "I see, you're such a sweetheart, you remind me of my grandson, Demarcus Lopez. He was such a Goth kid with a golden heart, even though he wanted to be like me but he instead works at a Hot Topic. He gotta start out small." The elder laughed along with Tom, as he let Tim and Brad into the home.

"Hey, are ya gonna let me see your other friend, Zacky at dinner?"

Tom's eyes widened in happiness, nodding in agreement "Sure! He can come with us!". H.R nodded as she began to take a step back. "Alright, it's gonna be at 7:34 pm, at the Woolworth's diner, Tomorrow Tommy!"

"Good! Bye, Miss H.R!" The leader shut the door and turned towards Tim and Brad. "Are you kidding me?! That woman is literally satan!" Brad glared at the leader. "Oh shut it! She's so nice and is a great baker!" Tim argued, eating Miss. H.R's slice of strawberry loaf cake. "Tim! That did not look like a strawberry loaf cake, it looked like a Slab of meat!" Brad argued.

"Don't care..tastes pretty good!" The tall man smiled happily as he ate the slice. "Well..I believe we should go and give her some new friends! It'll be so kind to give her some
Console, to comfort her!" Tom suggested, walking away to the living room.

Brad sighed deeply as he watched Tim eating the slice of loaf cake, it made him shiver uncomfortably. "Want some?" Tim wondered but immediately saw the man walking off "Nope! I'm good!". He shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat "more for me, I guess.".