"Good, the shopping mall's still open!" I exclaimed rushing towards the store's doors.
Taking a quick glance towards the piece of paper on my arm I recounted what I needed.
strangely enough, it read that I needed some creamy peanut butter.
I entered the store, there were only a few people shuffling about, they all moved like zombies stiff as boards.
The faunus clerk at the front of the store also seemed tired.
Ignoring him, I walked into the aisle with my favorite peanut butter I grabbed it and started walking towards the clerk.
But before I could something grabbed my arm.
I felt something sharp in my back turning my head was a man wearing a beanie he also had freckles and some glasses.
"Give me it, I know you have it!" He yelled his breath putrid.
I was confused what was he talking about? Was he one of his men was he trying to find the ancient blade?
"Give me the peanut butter!"
I facepalmed is that seriously all he wanted? But I couldn't simply give him the peanut butter I needed it for my afternoon snack!
"You will have this peanut butter, once you rip it from my cold dead hands!' I grabbed the knife out of my back and swung, he dashed out of the way and stared at me.
"Peanut butter!" The man charged.
I took a calming breath and entered my stance.
"I'll kill you, then I'll have my peanut butter."
His knife entered my vision, right then and there, I knew it was time to strike, using my semblance...
I hit him in the stomach with the pommel of my sword, I stared at the man before me laying on the ground cradling himself like a baby.
"You need help." I said the man tried to get back up but fell to the ground.
I went to the clerk who looked about ready to book it, putting the money on the table I left with no complaints.
Finally, I could dine on the finest of peanut butter.
Setting down in my chair, I turned the peanut butter around, I need to make sure there are no chunky bits in here.
Luckily enough in my haste to get out of there, I had gotten the right one, but it smelled rotten.
Checking the expiration date on the back of the jar I sighed.
"Why me?" The peanut butter was a year out of date, the thing smelt like death, throwing it in the trash I silently cried, for I had no receipt to give to the store.