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You don't associate with killers!
Okay for real explaining this situation is just too much! You'll just cut to the chase.
You dropped off the wrong pizza at the wrong house. Lovely.
Really you should have seen it coming, no Pablo lives way out here!?
It was on a country dirt road that led you straight into the woods! How you didn't bust a tire is a miracle all on it's own.
Then you go and actually get to the house. Well sort of a house but you try and beat down the sense of judgement. You don't know his living situation.
Stepping on his old porch, you hesitate. Is this a good idea? No. Its not but if they call and complain that you didn't even knock on the door. Derek was going to get really mad at you.
Your stomach knots at the thought.
You know those moments when your hands are moving
Now here you are, knocking on the freaking door!
While your brain is slowly coming up with that big realization. That you fucked up. But it's too late to stop what your doing!
Fuck the address was in the middle of no where!?! You should have known.
But it was too late.
You already knocked on the splitter wood door.
And don't even say, you 'coulda' left'. No. It was way past booking it. When your ears hear the door creak open.
You put on your best customer service smile to get that tip! You don't expect much a dollar would be appreciated really.
That smile becomes a heavy weird line, like Charlie Brown when he struggles to hold a smile.
Along with your face turning as pale as a ghost. All color drained from your face and all you could think was death is at poor Pablos door step.
To top off your luck, he does not look happy.
A huge hulking skeleton took up the whole door way. And he was a big boi-ur man.
Your starting to think there was never any Pablo in the first place.
He? They? Were wearing a tattered filthy blue jacket with his white t-shirt. ( hoping that's ketchup and dirt) stains. Obviously they haven't been washed in weeks. Black sweatpants if you want to call them that. They are as ripped and dirty as his top half.
You think its pretty appropriate to say he is big boned.
Broad bulky shoulders, 6,4 height and big strong skeletal hands with nails looking so sharp you were afraid to look too long.
But what drew your cross eyed attention to not look at his razor nails that were gripping his door.
Was his face.
A huge not so jolly grin with his big white inhuman like round but dirty skull was facing down at you.
But what had a warm shiver of fear roll through your body was his red bloated eyelight that was floating in his left eye socket. It was beautiful... But that thought left as soon as it came once you saw how it swivled to look straight into your wide shocked green eyes.
Oh yeah and there was a noticable gap crack in his skull but you weren't worried about that right now. He was a skeleton monster. Oh, cool.
....
So busy eyeing him up and down you didn't pay attention to him doing the same until you locked eye's.
You both stood there, eyeing each other both with judgement and one side was more scared then the other.
You'd like to think you stood your ground pretty well. Heart beat calm and posture looking less scared then you felt.
But then that bloated red eyelight zeroed in on the piping hot pizza in your hands. Like a cat his red eye grew in almost a cute domestic way. Drool slides down his jaw bone.
"For Pablo-Ah-" you didn't even have the chance to make a white girl scream! Before the hulking reaper snatched the pizza out of your hand!
"Hey! I didn't say how much it was!" You shout in vain while he 'oh so kindly' slams the splitter door in your face!
"What the actual fuck!!? Hey that was 8 bucks plus tip!" You shouted in frustration and bafflement.
Dead silence on the other side, like no one was home.
Spinning around facing the long dirt road, a scowl on your face.
He better wait and see your gonna call the cops! Are you bitter right now? Yes! Are you letting out all your anger because the freaking reaper stole your pizza!? Yes!! That was precious gas money and a waste of your time.
You were mad. Continuing your grumbling over and over how your gonna call your work then the cops! It's gonna happen they just watch.
Opening your car door with a huff.
But as your anger began to seep out the more your stupid mushy heart started talking to you.
Getting in you slump like a sack of saggy pancakes against your wheel.
"What if he had to live there because he had no money?... His clothes weren't clean at all like no water and he smelled alittle too..." You mumble softly against your wheel.
"Or what if he had to use his scary looking face to get free food? They had no other choice and risk someone calling the cops on them. Sending them to jail... And monsters can't go to jail they would get dusted..."
Your head turned back to the house. It was only one pizza. You could pay for it yourself? It was only 8 bucks.
Starting your car as the lights beam into the forest, you turned your head and stared at the shaggy sad excuse of a house.
You lived in a trailer. You can't be talking or judging where someone lives.
Maybe...
"No! I do not associate with killers! He could kill me!? Or my family! Or my pet fish. No." You start your car and turn on your headlights. He had blood on his shirt and he looked... Ughh you should ask your boyfriend when you get home.
Don't do anything your gonna regret.
....
As your driving away, with a grumpy sulking face. You whisper out,
"Hey siri, save this address."
"Okay would you like me to pin it?" Siris voice echoed through your phone propped up on a phone holder.
"...yes."
Well what's done is done.
...
You will not associate with killers anymore today.
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