A trashy story
by delta or whatever
Ever since I was a little boy, my parents have always told me to not stay up past midnight. I never understood what they meant, but being a good kid, I would follow their rules to a tee. And it's a good thing I did, because nothing could possibly prepare me for the truth I encountered.
My name is Jon Blu, and I come from a long line of accountants. My parents did the finances, and my older brother has gone off to college for a degree in mathematics and general business.
But our story starts much earlier than the present day. No, our story begins on the eve of my twelfth birthday, where the anticipation of the following day kept me awake to hours ungodly to man.
I suppose I shouldn't've brushed off the fact that "3 A.M." is known as the devil's hour. Perhaps I was just too young to care. I'm lucky I survived to tell the tale…
The day had been filled with fun. It was a Saturday, and my brother brought me with him to go eat out. We ate at a lovely place, one which we knew the owners personally, and once we had finished our meal, my brother drove us home.
There, he and I played video games on his Xbox 360 and Nintendo Wii. The days of which I can still remember us playing are some of my most cherished memories.
Little did I know, all of that would end soon.
A strange, upbeat music played. I turned my head around on a swivel and tried to locate the source of the sound. I was laying in my bed, long past midnight. My brother had fallen asleep in the room across the hall from mine. The sound was muffled, but I could tell it was coming from outside.
Getting up to investigate the odd sound, I creaked open my bedroom door and peered into the corridor. No lights were present; all of the other people in my house were asleep, just like they should have been. They were obedient to curfew, unlike me.
As I moved into the foyer, I heard the strange music slowly grow louder, until my head was legitimately pounding from the noise. How was no one else disturbed or woken up by this, I did not know.
Could this be happening every night, and I just somehow never noticed?
Once the sound was actively hurting me, I walked towards the window and pulled aside the curtains to see the outside. Bright lights burned into my retinas, so I covered the window once again. I could barely see anything as I stumbled back and attempted to get a hold on my bearings.
Suddenly, I could recognize the music playing…
It was boss music and all of the walls in my house broke down simultaneously to reveal a huge fucking truck blasting into the threshold. On top of the truck rode a character from the video game Persona 5 (which ironically hadn't come out yet as of the time), and all I could hear was "YOU NEVER SEE IT coMiNG"
Everyone fucking died.
Next thing I knew, I was reincarnated as Jesus Christ, turned into a plane, flew into the sun, became the sun, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
FISH.
Anyways now I'm a nationwide commercial please donate to my gofundme thanksgoodnight
