Post Your Name and I'll tell you your fate as the story unfolds...
It was a quiet morning in the town of Tengaged, a suburb in California known for its high residency of former-reality stars. Thatkoolkidoverthere was ready to open up her store to the public, a store specializing in homemade lotions. yerg , a regular customer, entered the shop. Thatkoolkidoverthere assumed he was there to purchase his usual face cream, but as he came closer, she noticed that his usual dry skin had taken a drastic turn for chronic, graying and peeling to the extent that his face and neck was covered in open sores.
“Mr. yerg ,” said, Thatkoolkidoverthere “I think you should see a doctor! I don’t think my lotions can help you!” yerg said nothing, as he stumbled into a shelf, sending glass jars to the floor shattering. He reached out to Thatkoolkidoverthere , clawing insatiably for her skin. She ducked under her counter, and reached for the gun that she kept there… Or the gun she always planned to put there…
Unarmed and protected only by a shabby wooden counter, Thatkoolkidoverthere sat hunched in a corner, just shy of being grazed by yerg 's gnawing teeth, and cruddy fingers.
“Please Mr. yerg ! I can give you a refund! Somebody help me!”
Just then, a gun blast sent yerg 's bloody brains on Thatkoolkidoverthere and the wall behind her, leaving a clean silhouette behind as she stood. A police man stood in the doorway, a smoking pistol in hand.
“What’s your name, officer?” she said with a quiver.
“They call me… Boots22 .”
Post Your Name and I'll tell you your fate as the story unfolds...