Lights Out.

"I've never seen you around before. You new in town?"

What is your normality?

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"A fresh start.." Oliver sighed happily, setting down the last box of his things. He groaned as his stretched his arms into the air, a satisfying pop coming from one of his arms. He brought his hands down and shook his bangs out of his face. "I should take it down, now..." He mumbled to himself, untying the thin ribbon that kept his hair up. He put his hands on his hips. "What to do... What to do..." He looked around the room before deciding to just go out. He slipped on his usual coat, shoes, and beanie and headed outside.

He had been walking around town for a good 10 minutes before his stomach growled. "Oh." He began looking around for a restaurant. "I wish I could tell when I was hungry..." He mumbled, setting on eyes on a BBQ place. It was called Boys 'n Grills, and it looked nice enough. "Ooo, I could kill for some pulled pork." He chuckled, walking over to it.

A bell chimed as Oliver entered the place. He could smell all of the delicious meat. "Holy shit, that smells good..." He mumbled, his mouth beginning to water. He looked around a little more and took a seat at the bar, waiting for a worker to come up to him.

It only took a minute for someone to ask for his order. He was a big guy, and my GOD did Oliver think he was HOT. "Afternoon, darlin'. The name's Bob, what can I getcha?" The man, now known as Bob, asked. "Dear GOD his ACCENT-" Oliver thought to himself, his cheeks going a little pink. "Um... Can I get a pulled pork sandwich, please? A-And a beer to go with that, as well." He replied, chuckling nervously. Bob nodded. "Alrighty, then. It'll just be a few minutes." He replied, getting a beer from under the counter and popping the top off. "Here's your drink. Enjoy~" He winked at Oliver and walked back into the kitchen.

Oliver blinked, trying to process what had happened. After taking a swig, he began to frantically text his friends about what had just occurred. He was met with the group asking for a picture of the man and the location of the restaurant. After texting the address, he put his phone in his coat pocket. "They're gonna plan something, aren't they..." He mumbled, sighing.

Bob came out of the kitchen with Oliver's food in hand. "Here ya go, darlin'. It's on the house, so don't you worry about payin'." The man smiled at Oliver. "I've never seen you around before. You new in town?" Oliver showed his head. "No, I just never got out much. I did recently move into a new house, though." He took a bite out of a fry, and oh good lord did it make Oliver want to bust right then and there-

"Oh my God. This is fuckin' amazing." Oliver said, eating some more. "Battered fries are so good, it's a shame not a lot of places make 'em." Bob chuckled at Oliver's statement. "Battered fries are my favorite, too. Y'know, I could give you my recipe for 'em if you'd like." He offered. Oliver frantically nodded his head yes. "Please do." Bob chuckled. "Alright, I'll be back with it. Enjoy your food, dear." The man walked back into the kitchen.

Oliver had a big smile on his face, and he knew he would definitely come here more often.

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"O-Oh god..." The woman whimpered. "I-I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die..!" She cried, tears and snot running down. The static was so loud. It drowned out any lingering thoughts she had.

She suddenly went quiet once she heard a creak come from her bedroom door. The intruder took a step next to the bed the woman was under. She sobbed the second the eyes of the mask peeked under the bed. "Found you~" They giggled, dragging the woman by her hair. She screamed and cried, but shut up once she was thrown on the floor. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" They growled and stomped on her ribs, making her cry out in pain. They sighed, pulling out their phone to take a picture. They posed with the woman. "Smile!" They giggled, throwing up a peace sign as the woman sobbed. They opened up their web browser and went on their 4chan forum. It was called "Puppyboy's Selfie Blog!!"

After posting the picture and a little story about how they got in and such, they finished the woman off. They began to hear sirens off in the distance, and that made them start to panic. "Time to get to work.." They sighed. Once they posed the corpse, they signed off on their "artwork" and headed home.

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They were panting heavily from exhaustion as they ran into their home. Throwing their mask onto the couch, they sat down. They tore their gloves off with their teeth and looked around the room for a first aid kit. "Fucking hell..." They growled, rolling their eyes and getting up to head to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, they took off their shirt and looked in the mirror. "Fuck... Gonna need to take some time off.." They mumbled as they stared at the bullet holes.

The person in the mirror was Oliver.

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"People hurt me a lot, so I guess that counts...?"