beep!... beep!... beep!... beep!... beep!...
ugh...
you wake up feeling like you've been hit by a truck... great... you drag yourself out of bed and you reluctantly get dressed. you stare at yourself in the mirror for a bit "eh.... I look ok... ish?" you do not look okish. the uniform is a vomit green colour, and the yellow highlights make it worse, but you still decide to leave the house looking... like that
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you get to work after a solid 30 minuets of walking. You walk to the employee office to clock in, but your co-worker Jackson interrupts you "hey [NAME]" you halt and turn to him "what" he chuckles and lights a cigarette "just saying hi sweetheart" you deadpan at him before you continue to walk to the employee office... fucking dickhead.
you eventually clock in, and you walk back to the front "oh sweetheart!" Jackson calls out... you decide to ignore him "SWEETHEART!" he calls out again... god... what does he want? "[NAME]!!!" you finally go see what he wants
"can you restock the shelfs?" you glare at him "isn't that your job?" he chuckles and blows a puff of smoke in your face "yeah... but I'm tired, and my sweetheart needs to keep in shape for me" you scoff, he frowns "do it or I'll tell the boss about the time you stole a can of coke" you glare at him for a few seconds before you speak "fine"
so, you spend the rest of your shift taking out trash and restocking the shelfs whilst daydreaming about chopping Jacksons dick off and burning his house down
you feel like having a good nap at home...
but life isn't that fair... now is it?
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(288 words)
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꒷꒦Sammy Lawrence x reader꒦꒷
Mystery / Thrillerafter a small argument with your coworker, you go to an old studio to break some shit... but everything turns for the worst when some crazy cult man forms an obsession for you. (This Sammy might be a little yandere sooo... be prepared for that)
