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killjoynest · 2 years
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"Y/N! Get your ass down here!" My crewmate yelled at me from the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back. "God what does he want now?" I thought to myself.
My crewmate has never been the one to show affection towards me, or show any interest. he says I remind him too much of some wave-head ex of his and that's his excuse for being a shitty friend. When I got downstairs he handed me an outfit.
"What's this for?" I asked.
"We'll you know I need some extra money, so I'm selling you." He handed me a blank mask, cellophane sleep suit, short shorts, and a rebreather.
"There's no fucking way you're being serious right now." I said in disbelief.
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He took another drink from his glass.
I rolled my eyes and went upstairs, refusing to let the tears fall from my eyes. I won't fight with him.
When I got to my room, I grabbed my yellow blaster and opened my window.
I saw a car pull up outside the Fuck You house. Just when i heard someone yell for me again I glanced around upstairs for the last time and went downstairs.
It was. Tommy Chow Mein outside the door. Was he really my new owner?
***This is the story of how my crewmate sold me to Tommy Chow Mein.***
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