Target // Her-Effect one shot contest entry

"Her-Effect" one shot contest.

AN: This story takes place around the area that Psycho Harry lives and his existence before he met Liza.

There was a boy who lived in the apartment across from mine. He had skin riddled with tattoos and long brown hair. He had green eyes and brown, tattered boots. He was extremely handsome to say the least. We never spoke but had occasional run-ins with each other. I knew his name was Harry and he knew my name was Alice. And for some reason, I never felt the need to actually meet Harry until we met while I was working at my job across the street.

Day 1

"Hi, welcome to Target!" I said to another group of customers entering the shop. In my humble opinion, Target is one of the best shops in the world. They have everything you could possibly need, books, food, makeup, and clothes. (And maybe drugs if you know my co-worker Anthony)

As I was making my daily rounds around the shop, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find a little boy with short blond hair and brown eyes filled with tears. "Awh, hi there. What's wrong buddy?" He stood there and stared with tears running down his face and snot bubbling out of his nose. Kids are so fucking gross. The little booger-boy continued to burst into tears, took my hand, and dragged me around the store.

"M-m-my name is J-j-j-James. T-there is this r-r-really scary m-m-man in the t-t-toy isle."

I swear to God, if it is my manager Jerry again I'm going to quit.

We continued on to the toy isle, and slowly, horribly, and surely James took me to scariest part of Target. The toy minions, oh please anything but the minions. I wouldn't wish this onto my worst enemy.

"James, James, James!" I yelled, "Please not here, what disturbing person would ever go here!"

As we proceeded into the second layer of hell, there stood a tall figure hidden in the shadows, slowly emerged. He had freakishly long legs, dark tattoos, and long curly hair.

"Hi, excuse me, do you happen to have these sheets in a king size bed?"

"No! That's him, that's him!" James screamed in terror as he tried to pull me away from him. "Fine! It's your funeral sir!" he yelled as he ran away.

"Wait, James, I'm a girl. You know that right?" I tried to tell him before he finally let go of me. Oh well. I turned back to the man with the minion sheets, to see that he did not seem fazed by the screaming at all.

"Happens more than you would think. Anyway, the sheets?"

"Um, yeah. This way please." I said as I continued down to the bedding section. "I think you live in my apartment. Harry, right?"

"Oh yeah, and you're Alice?"

"Yeah, you're the guy that plays those horror movies super loud. I can hear the screams from my apartment." I joked back to him.

"Ha-ha yeah.... I love me a good horror movie." Harry said while sweating profusely. Huh. He must be a nervous guy.

I grinned politely back at him, "Anyways, here are the sheets you're looking for." I say while pointing the the shelf filled with those disgusting little yellow demons.

"Thank you, thank you so much. My last sheets got ruined. Blood- oh! I mean bloody hell you know us Brits. I spilt some tea everywhere. I'm such a klutz. Ha-ha." Harry chuckles while adjusting his shirt collar away from his neck and sweating even more.