6 Hours Until Judgment
"Jimmy! Get the fuck out of there!" Swansea yelled and pounded on the cockpit door. Jimmy looked around for anything he could use to defend himself.
My hands won't stop shaking.
Jimmy opened the utility locker and grabbed the nylon rope, using it to hold the door shut. He then grabbed a metal pipe as Swansea yelled even louder, "I'm gonna chop you into twenty fucking pieces!"
The pressure was imense and my hands can't stop shaking, please make it stop!
The heat of the whole situation was not going well for anyone. With three dead bodies already presented to the angels above. Jimmy knew that he was going to get dragged to hell.
He couldn't afford that to happen. He did what he could in tbose moments of panic when the other three went down. Killing two and watching one.
Jimmy wished he was back home. In the comfort of his bed, sleeping.
Who would want this job anyway? It's not like there's any meaning to it, just delivering millions of boxes full of mouthwash to who knows where.
If only there was someone to forgive him, then what? If only someone loved him enough to care about his flaws. This was his perspective, so he saw no flaws. Nothing was wrong with him. He only cared about himself
Would he die peacefully? Would it be quick just as it was for that intern?
Would it hurt?
As Jimmy was about to use the metal pipe, the glass on the door shattered, and Swansea opened the door.
Wc: 264
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Mouthwashing (Fem! Reader Insert)
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