It had been a small while since you had encountered that violent stranger and you had no intention of ever seeing him again. Somehow after you met him your whole world changed, you struggled with sleeping and everyone seemed to look at you with murderous intent.
The week seemed to copy your miserable attitude and punish you for being in a moody state, which made it harder to go outside. Home became your safe heaven and while you didn't want to leave, you still had work to do and groceries to buy. 'Manny's candy-sweet shop TM' AKA your job became unbearable and you started to debate quitting. The pressures to smile and to work harder felt like a weight on your chest, after all, the lady was killed for being a BAD EMPLOYEE.
You were currently sitting at the counter, a nervous smile plastered on your face, as some couple took their sweet time picking out dessert. The two women gushing over each other were obviously not the same psychopthic man, but it didn't matter, you still silently quivered in fear. Eventually, the two came up to you to buy their food, closer up they seemed more happy and less threatning. You smiled a little more genuinely at this, it was nice seeing the couple be happy in their relationship.
"Just these things?" you asked, grabbing the plastic bags stuffed with candy
One girl reached into her purse, deciding to pay for both her and her girlfriend "Yup!"
The other was looking behind her shoulder something had caught her attention, she then quickly whispers something into the others ear and points to what she was looking at.
"Your total will be $11.50" you say as the one who was focused on the candy hands you the money.
The less mature one who was staring and pointing caused a big enough commotion that it eventually caught your attention, and you glanced in the direction of the distraction. The goth man from that night was here at YOUR job. Your body paralized in fear as your head pounded, causing your eyes to grow heavier with tears that were just developed enough to fall. The couple then asked the man for a slefie all posing together as the happy couple left giggling.
(I'm going to add more to this chapter so if you see the story updated go here anyways heres part of a chapter)
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I'm honestly too lazy to even title my bad fanfiction (jthm x reader)
Romancea series of one-shots that may or may not have a plotline (it depends on how dedicated I am to this book) should I make a claim that Jthm is not my character? Like, I don't want to get a Copywrite claim, but what are the chances Jhonen Vasquez sees...
