To put it mildly that (y/n) was struck dumb would have been an understatement. Who knows that her normal boring day could turn to a bizarre one by mere seconds.
Well, trapped inside a comic's world and then met with its characters is an amazing exp...
Author : *drawing shapes on the floor, the dark aura still around her body*
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Author's bro : What's with you? Why are you that gloomy? 😒
Author : .... *still drawing shapes and ignoring her idiotic bro*
Author's bro : is it because I deleted your porn videos? Dang, you can always download it again girl! 😏😂
Author : Shaddup, it was yours after all! Why were you using my PC to download that thing?! 😡 I'm telling mom! 😤 (The background music : Final Countdown by Europe)
-Chapter 13 : The Doppelganger-
Beep
Beep
Beep
Mike groaned in protest, lifting one of his hands from below the pillow and searching for the damn alarm clock. The monochrome alarm was asking to be hurled at the lovely wall.
Beep
Beep
Clang!
Mike finally found the alarm clock and hurled the innocent clock to the wall, hard. It shattered and some pieces bounced to Mike's forehead and body.
"Dammit! Grrrrrr", Mike quickly got up and walked to the clock's corpse, stomping it with his feet. Creepy grin appeared when he looked at his poor victim. Oh he was satisfied alright. He laughed maniacally like Joker, arms akimbo.
"Wait a minute. The clock was a gift from John Cena, wasn't it?", Mike stopped his maniac laugh, looking down in wonder. There, in one corner of the clock, he found the small and neat words, undoubtedly (y/n)'s writing. It said :
=Happy birthday The Rock! Heh if you break this dude, I will cut your balls and feed it to you with chopsticks=
Mike gulped, his eyes growing bigger and bigger at every word he read. He gulped again, now imagining (y/n) cuts his precious balls with a rusty knife and feeds it to him with chopsticks.
Why a rusty knife though? Mike knew that she will say "So you will feel the hurt longer than it should be". Is it some kind of a sadist and masochist show? Hell Mike doesn't have any idea about it anymore.
Mike grabbed the dead clock with his trembling hands, carefully putting it inside his drawer and hoping that she will never find it.
"Sheesh I can see my impending doom. I better freshen up and prepare to go to work. It will do no good to my awesome arse if I'm late. Don't want another sadist decide to cut my balls earlier", Mike scoffed, remembering another sadist whose name started with Axel and ended with Alonso.
