Limbo Taxi Service

I'm sorry, you wanna go where?

It had been a rather slow day for Technos business, only a few customers. That being said, within the last hour at least two people had refused to pay, one person asked him where he lived and another person held him at gunpoint. An odd day, but hey, this is America.

Though he will say, a slow day was quite unexpected, as he spent most of yesterday completely covering his neighborhood in everything from fliers to stickers. To be honest, he's kinda starting to understand why his neighbors hate him...

Just as Technoblade was about to pack up and go home, he heard a small knock on his car door. What Techno really did not expect was a literal child, about two heads shorter than him, standing outside his door. As the kid climbed into the back seat of his car, Techno couldn't help but question the meaning of life.

After a few moments of silence Technoblade turned his head slowly to look at the child sitting in the back of his car. The blonde was currently holding out a few crumpled wads of checks and bills while slowly counting on his fingers, looking very disgusted at having to even interact with the foreign concept known as math.

Just as Techno reached out to his phone, about to call 911 to report a runaway child in the back of his car, the kid reached over and snatched his phone out of his hand while giggling violently.

"What- Hey! Give that back!" Techno hissed, feeling very offended at the fact that he was just robbed by what looked to be a feral kindergartener.

"Fuck no. I wanna see what games you got!" The child laughed like a psychopath before unlocking his phone. How the fuck did he do that? And scrolling through many apps until he paused and looked at one the same way someone would when they just won the lottery.

"Holy fuck! You have candy crush! Pog!" The kid screeched loudly as he clicked on the app with a feral smile, most likely damaging Technoblades eardrums.

"W-what do you want, kid?" Techno mumbled, hands on his ears as he was currently recovering from the critical hit to his self esteem and a sound that could only be compared to a schools fire alarm.

"Not a kid, dickhead! Also, I saw the flier, fuckin' obviously!" The kid snapped while the phone echoed Candy Crush sound effects throughout the car. At this point, Techno had contemplated driving this vehicle off a cliff about eighteen times in the last minute. But he didn't really want that on his criminal record, not yet at least.

"Okay, well..." Techno said questioningly, drawling out the 'O' "Where do you wanna go?"

That got the child's attention, as he quickly looked up from the phone and stared directly into Technos eyes. It was very unnerving. The kid then reached into his pockets, pulling out more crumpled bills and dumping them into a pile on the seat next to him before smiling at Techno again.

"How much for a ticket to hell?"