The man with the small eyes, receding hairline, and generally disturbing features- no, David Coleman, is staring into the depths of your fearful soul. You clutch your forearms for comfort, but find that the tool you picked up is blocking your way. Ew what the heck get your metallic lookin' be-hind away from me! Out of pure instinct, you throw it away from you as quickly as humanly possible...
At David Coleman.
He tosses you away with some difficulty, and doubles over holding his... legs? I don't know, I skipped health class!
You scramble away from David Coleman, racing out of the demon's office space, and flew down the stairs. Distantly, you remember your hobby of skateboarding as a preteen innocent to the horrors of World History AP. You jump on the stair railing, attempting to slide down the bar with just your shoes. Predictably, you lose your balance and fall a substantial way down to the ground floor. Your last thoughts are about just how stupid you get by huffing burnt plastic.
Thankfully those are not your last thoughts, and your leg gets caught on part of the stair railing again and you only suffer a painful head-first collision with the concrete floor.
You lie there in pain, hearing the not-so distant shouts of David Coleman. What truly catches you by surprise is the other man that walks into the awning of the stairwell. He appears to be generally worthy of trust, and conventionally attractive. Truly, the only crime of this man's face is being just a little too round. As you scrutinize his face, he seems to be scrutinizing you in turn. Insulted that he of all people would dare to judge your entire self, you roll over and rise to your feet.
"You- stranger dangieerrr- no- what're you- I don't like yourrrrr faaaaaceeee?" Your head is all scrambled from hitting the concrete at 9.8 meters per second squared.
The other man looks at you in blatant disgust. "YOUUUU LITTLE- Ooohhh hello SAILOR- uh I mean- Mr. Khan!" David Coleman grows visibly anxious. He was already red, hot and sweaty.
"Sschnooose youu looose David Call.. mann.." You sway on your feet, vision spotty.
"Did you need... help... with this thing?" Mister Khan practically spat on you and eleven generations of your entire family.
"V-very much so, Mr.Khan." That little RAT is about to WHACK YOouuu!!!
"You and your.. uh... stupid face can't hurt me 'Miiiiisterrr KHAN', 'CUZ I'm THE GINGERbReAD mAN!!"
I would like to reiterate that this was the last thing that YOU CHOSE to say before "Mr.Khan" put you out of your misery.
Now it really IS joever.
A/N (Lakia):
Fun fact, I take 40 minutes to wake up, in which I repeatedly hit snooze, and every single time, I say to myself-
"Schnooze, you lose."
And go back to sleep.
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The Miraculous Story of Y/N and KhanMan
Misterio / SuspensoA silly little collaborative story between me and other people, mainly Dollz. Enjoy? Book cover by Dollz. *yawn* Under 18 dnf (inside joke)
