But I was feeling goofy so take this unserious story. I'll do a better one with Mafia Wally next time.
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[𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬]
Ehh maybe somebody gonna die
[𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭]
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The newcomer in town stared blankly at the syndicate baddie that blocked their way into the small nightstore. The isle was too cramped to let two people walk through. One of them had to give in and shrink to create space or walk back the way they came from.
He looked at them expectantly, impatiently, annoyed and clearly not about to be the one to do any of the mentioned earlier.
But if one word could be used for our main character... it was unbothered. (Also concerningly strange and a daydreamer.)
For three minutes the two weirdo's in the isle just stood from eachother a meter apart, both refusing to move or yield.
One purposely making intense eye contact and asserting his alpha male dominance to show pookie who's boss.
The other one looking straight through him. Their mind had conjured up the image of their grandmother breakdancing at ripe age of 89 after having her fifth good ol' beer.
Ah yes, fun times.
Wait- What where you doing again?
Before Y/n's thoughts drifted of to chanting America national anthem in their head Mafia's voice broke them out of the trance.
"Move."
"What kind of move? I can do a plié, or the shuffle. Make your choice."
He stared at them with a dumbfounded expression, did they not understand he wanted them to back off and walk backwards? Clearly not.
Mafia having had enough of wasting so much time finally reacted more... physically.
🤯🤯🤯
By SHOVING them hardly into the shelf on their left side (or was it his right side) and making them fall on their ass.
They only had the mental capacity to blankly stare up at him before laying down on the dirty store floor in the star fish position in a pile of salt that had fallen off the shelf.
"So like... you think I could make a salt angel? You know, how you have like snow angels but I make one of salt." Y/n mumbled incorrectly they started to make a ball of salt and throw it in his face liken a snowball.
"MY EYES!!!" Mafia screeched rather girly as the salt hit his unprotected eyes, temporarily blinding his vision.
"Hey sweetie, I'm calling in to check up on you, how's the new neighborhood? Made any friends?"
Y/n sat on a bench at the bus stop as they where holding a telephone conversation with the being that gave birth to them. Mother.
"There was this man... or rather puppet man, with to much hairspray in his hair and wearing weird rainbow straps. He was so weird. I think he wanted to be friends but was to shy to say it directly. So he just screamed at me."
"Oh honey... that's Erhm wonderful." Mama bear replied clearly concerned.
"And he looks like a cheap villain from a gangster movie. Oh! I think I see him walking towards me now waving his gun at me. I shall wave back now."
"Child no-"
*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*
Y/n hung up as they lazily stood up to greet Mafia's rage with as much enthousiasm as a rock.
Their wonderful newest bestest friend forever-
You where such a good addition to this neighborhood.
