Wanted to start this one the side since I'm loosing juice for my rottmnt story 😭😭
I adore @lana-del-rey-coded creepypasta smau's, check them out please!
Love how Jeff is a hitman, was trying to think of a way to have them message for the first time with us being a civilian and it makes sense 😅
Also love how they did Liu & Sully, absolutely scrumptious.
And yes, we hit Kate with our car 🤣
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You can feel your eyelids drooping from exhaustion, you've been on the road since 4am and it's now almost 11pm.
The repetitive noise of the road sounds like music to your ears, having turned off the radio an hour ago since it was nothing but static.
Seeing something in the corner of your eye, you glance over and see a flashlight? It's moving aggressively, like someone running, slowing down a bit just in case.
You can faintly hear yelling? Screaming maybe? Their racing to get ahead of your car, finally shooting into view, you hit your breaks slightly as to not hit them as they keep running?
They looked injured from what your headlights could hit, still looking at where the person ran off too. You don't see the figure in a white hoodie burst out of the bushes and into the road, you jolt as you slam into them.
Cussing you fully stop the car and put it in park, unbuckling and basically jumping out of the car, worried you hit someone.
"Fuck!" Realizing you did, you go to check them over. Stopping as they let out a deep growl, taking a step back you watch as the figure slowly gets up.
Letting out annoyed pained growls as they crack their neck, jerking their shoulder back to pop back into place. Your breath hitches as they turn to look at you, a white mask with a gapping black hole where the mouth should be greets you.
Ice blue eyes stare you down, deciding something you don't know what. They snap their head back to the direction of the person from earlier was running, looking back at you.
Huffing, irritated, they shove their hand in their pocket and yank out a old semi broken notebook, small but cute in your mind.
Their fingers coated in what you hope wasn't blood, they quickly write something down and tear the page, tossing you the paper.
They don't wait to see what you do, you swear you see their pupil expand to cover their entire eye before they run off again.
You let go of the breath you didn't realize you were holding, leaning down to grab the paper, turning it to see a messy phone number? And sorry with a name under it.
Kate, suits her you think. Getting up and looking where she ran, you get back in your car, not before cringing at the damage to the bumper.
Driving again, now more awake and careful, you hope she's ok. You already know you'll text her when you get to a motel or something, you just can't shake that you survived something you shouldn't have.
(We kinda hit her hard enough Kate came out for a bit 😂 I headcannon that Chaser is a demon that her cultist family put in her in a way, she wasn't fully aware of what she Was doing, we got the operators attention so we did it the "easy way")
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It's almost the end of your shift, the clock hitting 5:00am, you get off at 6:00am. Hearing the front bell ring, you sign and get up from the stool in the kitchen area.
Waving back to the night cook, you slip out to the dining area, seeing three men waiting at the front. Putting on your best customer service smile, Walking up to them, you gesture for them to follow.
The one who takes the lead is a burly, dark haired man with thick side burns, light tan skin, a dirty beige jacket with a red flannel and a white shirt underneath. Dark brown eyes, Dark blue jeans and, your hoping mud stained boots, he reeks of cigarettes.
The second guy has short dirty blonde hair, a more lanky build, ivory skin, a faded, sun bleached yellow hoodie. Sun bleached blue jeans, hazel eyes and, brown boots.
The third and in your mind the cute one, has a thick mop of brown hair that basically cover his hazel eyes, pale skin, wearing a slightly torn gray shirt with a black parka. Black jeans that are going gray, worn down converse, a patch on his left cheek and what looks like leather halters attached around his waist.
You lead them to a booth, placing down the menus and take their drink orders. Noticing the one in the parka jerks every once in a while, having a nephew with Tourette syndrome you don't say anything.
Quickly getting the two coffees, one black, one with cream and sugar on the side and a lemonade. Getting to their table, you place the drinks down and put the food tray under your arm and pull out your custom notepad, decorated with your favorite color and a picture of your nieces and nephew.
The man with sideburns has a gruff thick southern accent, he ordered the breakfast deluxe. The dirty blonde as a similar accent but more smooth, he orders the pancake meal. The cute one with the parka has a slight german accent, faint but easily recognizable to you, he ordered the triple chocolate chip pancakes.
Nodding, you quickly go to put in the orders, sniffling your laugh as you hear the cook groan (I'm a cook, I wanna throw my coworkers out the window some days)
You can feel someone staring and you turn around, seeing the parka guy shoot his head away. Smiling softly, you open your notepad and write down your number in it, putting it aside for when they were ready for the check.
"Order up!" Putting the food on the trays, you stick your tongue out as the cook flips you off.
Walking to the table, gently putting the food down, you ask if they need anything else, sideburns needs more coffee and that was it.
Keeping an eye on them as time ticks by, it was almost 6:00am by the time they asked for the check. Placing it in the middle of the table with the your number on it, with it being for the one in the parka written under it.
Waving them off as they leave, you see the guy in the parka rush off to the truck quickly, his ears red. Greeting the first server that walked in after they left, cleaning up their table before heading out to start walking home.
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Pacing back and forth, rereading what your close friend sent you, the number of the hitman that helped get rid of their abusive ex.
Your hands are shaking as you type, delete, then retype what you were going to say.
Sitting down, leg thumping against the floor out of anxiety as you send the first two messages.
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The heat of the bar wrapping around your body comfortably, not to suffocating tonight for once, your on break. Been working since 10am and it's now 1am.
Stretching, you laugh softly as one of your regulars stumble out, brushing past a pair of men you don't recognize.
You hum and look them over, keeping your eyes on the one with the sideburns, he turns his head towards you, he looks you up and down in return.
His friend speaks and he turns to look at him, you go back to people watching, keeping him in the corner of your eye.
After a while he gets up and heads to the restroom in the back, his buddy gets up and heads towards you, you straighten your posture and rest your cheek on your fist.
"Can I help you sugar?" He stops in front of you and his boyish grin made him look younger then he seemed.
"Yes ma'am, my friend thinks your real pretty but he's to scared to ask for your number"
You raise a eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. He hands you a folded up piece of paper and walks back to the table, sitting down just as the one with sideburns walks back to the table.
He pauses before sitting down, glaring at his friend who is trying to hide his smile, he glances over to me before going back to his beer.
You hear your coworker shout your name and you look up, they say your free to go and you grab your purse that was hanging on the hook in the back of the bar.
Waving your coworker off, saying bye to the regulars as you walk out, winking and blowing a kiss to the table with the two men.
Sideburns chokes on his beer and quickly turns away, his friend laughs and pats his back as you walk out.
Getting into your car, you head home, ready to shower and sleep.
You'll message him after you sleep, already feeling the effects of the day hitting you.
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Cussing out loud as you put another towel down on the kitchen floor, grabbing your phone and send a picture to your friend Rebecca, complaining about the pipes again.
It's been like this for months, finally busting through the final thin layer and left a wonderful messy puddle on the floor.
She sends you a number, saying he helped her old roommate before they disappeared, couldn't really remember his name but she believed it was Matthew? (Not even close 😂)
She mentioned he also works on cars, knowing yours has been making a weird noise lately and being paranoid about it, you were worried about something being damaged.
Groaning, you go to your budget book and go through it, deciding that you can cut a bit of grocery shopping and send a quick message to this mechanic guy.
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Seeing the handsome looking man leave, you sigh and kick yourself mentally for not speaking up to ask for his number, grabbing a sanitized damp rag. You walk to the table he was at, seeing a book on the table, nothing new as your job is a coffee shop with books for people to read.
Not recognizing the cover, you open the first page and see a name and number. Liu woods, ***-***-****.
Realizing that the man left his book you pick it up and wipe down the table and chair, taking the book with you to the break room.
Quickly taking out your phone to send the guy a quick text, hoping he doesn't block you immediately.
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I'm so tired 😂 immediately got hit with doubles when I got back home, you can see some of it I just stopped caring.
