The alarm on my phone wakes me up. It’s so loud that I get a headache again. Any sudden movements make it worse. There’s no doubt that I’m hung-over.
As I open my eyes, the light blinds me. How am I going to go down town like this?
I take some more painkillers. Hopefully I’ll be okay in an hour. Until then, I’ll make a list of things I need to do today.
Do I need groceries?
I check the fridge. It’s bare, apart from a jar of pickles. I check the use by date. One year ago. Okay, they’re going in the trash.
I need groceries.
I need to register my car. I write that on my list as well, so I don’t forget.
Should I go to the job agency? Well, I’m only going to be here for about a year, so I think I’ll continue my welfare payments.
I go over to the sink and drink from the tap. It turns out that if you don’t have something to distract yourself with; the aftertaste from the painkillers becomes really obvious and annoying.
I lay on the lounge. I’m starting to feel a little better.
I go on twitter on my Iphone. It’s been a day since I actually talked to my fans.
Everyone seems to love that I don’t just advertise Smosh.com anymore. That I actually interact with them. I am too. I’ve really missed everyone. Knowing that everyone missed me as well is a great feeling. I actually mean something to a few people.
Before I know it, it’s getting on 11am. I have to be in town for my appointment in an hour.
I shower and dress in my jeans and shirt. The jeans are loose and the t-shirt is baggy. How much weight have I actually lost?
I put on my belt. It’s been so long since I’ve used one, since I was starting to get a little chubby.
And now I’m so skinny that I can see my bones. I like being like this; at least I don’t look like a human potato.
I catch the 10:35 bus into town. As I’m sit on the seat next to a man (who looks like he’s homeless, and drunk), he turns to me.
“Got any spare change, sir?” He says, pulling a tin can out of his pocket and waving it in my face.
“No, sorry.” I say, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I scoot away from him.
“That wasn’t a question!” He says in a scary tone of voice. He pulls out a gun, and holds it to my chest. A few people in the back rows scream, and one gets out their phone (to possibly call the police).
As I go to get my wallet, the guy shoots me. I collapse onto the seat in front of me, which is conveniently empty.
Everything goes black.
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Ian's Insanity (Ianthony)
Fan FiktionWhat do you think will happen after Smosh ends? Well, Ian thought Smosh never would end. As soon as Anthony married Kalel and moved away to aspire an acting career, it left Ian in a trance. He was left on his own to make videos. It wasn't the same w...