You had taken out a crumpled shopping list with awkward scribblings on it. You unfolded as you had taken it out of your pocket reading
-milk
-soap
-pocket knife
That last part seemed sketchy unless if you counted in that you wanted to either get into carving or keep it as self defense. You fumbled as you stuffed the paper back into your pocket in a messy manner. You jumped out of your car as you sprung out into the parking lot. You walked with a spring in your step towards the store confident today was going to go well.... hopefully. You pushed open the door as a bell rung over your head. You noticed a nasty argument going on at the cashier between the cashier and a man who looked like his smile could curdle milk. You ignored the conversing as you went to the back of the store to get what you needed. You opened a door with a transparent glass covering showing you the contents of the refrigerated area. You grabbed the milk you needed and head for the cleaning section before hearing a blood chilling scream. You dropped your milk and ran towards the sound before stopping in your tracks to see the murder taken place. Your gob gaped open as you stare wide eyed to the attacker. He was the same man as he turned towards you, you noticed more detail. He had a dark beard, a thin mustache, he wore a black and red vest with a black shirt sporting a biohazard symbol (gee I wonder why cx). Blood had splattered onto his face and clothing. He had snarled towards you as you ran towards the door. You ran out to your car, as you got in and locked the door faster than a hiccup. You searched for your keys before you realized you left them in the store. "Goddammit" you mentally thought to yourself. You unlocked your car and poked your head out the door to look around, coast was clear. You ran up to the store and slowly opened the door so the bell wouldn't ring. Once the door was closed, you looked over to the death of the innocent cashier. They were gone! You looked around desperately as you ran to where you left your keys. Hearing a voice echo through out the store, you spun around and met with him, the man who murdered an innocent over a freaking price of a knife! (Cx) you stumbled backwards as he shown his toothy smile to you. He backed you into a corner as you prepared for the worst. You clenched your eyes shut as you turn away.
"Oi' won't 'urt ya sheila." You open one of your (e/c) eyes as you peek out to the Bewildering man. You kept silent. "Why don't we take ya back to moi place?" You shook your head hesitantly as you took your chance and ran for the hills, grabbing your keys and bolted out the door.
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It had been a week since you last saw that man, and honestly, he scared the ever living day lights out of you. You parked outside your favorite bar, MA MBA (Btw, this is a reference to LipstickJungle222 +tf2 x reader, you should check it out, it's a good tf2 x reader ;) )which you entered the under ground bar and greeted the bartender as they had been new for a while, they had been here for a few weeks at most but she was amazing with drinks. "What can I getcha today (y/n)?" You didn't have to even think of your favorite drink. "I'll have (fav/drink)." with a little shake she prepared your drink and slid it over to you. 'THUD' the door slung open with a shady figure in the door way. You listened to conversations halt in a heart beat. You felt uneasiness pass over you as you watched the familiar figure sit down a little ways away from you; your felt your hair stand on end. "Mundy! Why don't you just come in like a normal person! It won't hurt you!" The entire bar had attempted to silence the man before his mistake. The Australian looked over his shoulder before taking his shot of rum. "Listen, I'll give yah a quick, painless death if yah keep your gob shut!" He turned in his seat and launched himself towards the poor man. Things got bloody quickly. "Hey! Hey! Calm down, no need to frisky!" You yelled at them and separated them surprisingly. "And whoi should Oi calm down sheila?" He glared into your soul with his piercing, red orbs. You gulped the last of your confidence down before it could escape.
"Because you shouldn't just kill someone for telling you not to slam the door open..." You got skiddish on that last part as his face homed closer to yours. "Sheila, around here, Oi do what Oi want, and this man told me otherwise." You listened as you hear the bartender speak from behind you. "Yeah but, just a reminder I'm still in Charge of your bill!" The Australian growled before letting the scared man go as he squirmed out the door. "Sheila, Oi loike you, you're brave, something you don't see in people these days. Wot's your name sheila." " (y/n) " "Pretty name, I'll see you later." And with that, he paid for his drinks and walked out the door. Something about him made you...... excited
(Yay my first story on here! Don't be afraid to leave Criticism, I won't mind if it's good or bad, it helps either way :) I am always open to requests, and I should probably sleep, see you peeps tomorrow)
