"I see all the typical obstacles of any perfectly normal, yet weird, mini golf course. Except one thing." I said, pretending to thoughtfully study the coroded animal statues.
"The windmill, I know. I'd brought the issue up on multiple occassions. It was the downfall of this place." Michael said, sighing as he closed his eyes with a grim expression and petting a giant paint chipped lion.
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Mel goes through jobs faster than anyone she's ever met. So, of course she didn't think much of it when an old family fun center that she'd worked at a few years back was closed down.
Michael is devistated, though. Michael is the type of guy that gets attatched to the simplest things, like jobs. He loved the old, run down mini golf course-
"This place is way more than just mini golf. It has everything."
But the other past employees aren't as fond of the safety hazardous family fun center. Except mel of course. Because she'd go along with pretty much anything. Mel's "go-with-it" attitude is what had her brought to this, quite depressing, mini golf course.
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My Weird new Mikey fanfic, yay. Woo hoo!!
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No Windmill? » m.c au
Fanfiction"Mel?" "Mel." "Why mel? Why not 'Cami' 'Cam' or even 'leah'?" "I like Mel, okay?" "Are you living a double life? is your second name Melody or something? Mel is your nickname for both so you'll never get caught. You scumbag." "Shut the fuck up and p...
