Joslin Davis
12.10.2018
Animania
As I was walking to the swings at the park, I felt a chill go down my spine. I looked around, scared for my fucking life, but saw nothing. Some time later, we're on the swings, listening to music, and daydreaming, when I see a man with a… cape and… is that a fedora? Anywho, he's walking across the road over to where I was, when he turns to the side.
"Um, sir?" He grabs something from out of his pocket- points it at me, you get a cookie if you can guess what it is- "Are you okay?" I jumped off the swings and walked towards him, once I got a better look, I noticed his appearance a bit more clearly…
He was a short fat man, with acne all over his forehead, and stubble rolling off his chin- Sometimes you just gotta be sorry for the ground- and a crazed look in his shit brown eyes. "Give me your loot." He says in a raspy voice… -and not the hot kind.- I gasp, his condition became more clear by the second. You see, I'm known around here for my collection, my manga, that is, and some people try and steal it from me, cause they have no life. His condition, is Animania, where someone gets crazy with anime/manga.
I started running toward my house, and he was a couple feet away- suprizing for a fat man- and he was gaining on me.
I got into my house, and locked my door. I thought it was fine, until I remember the back window I keep unlocked for getting home late, and I run into the kitchen, but I was to late.
He takes the butt of his gun, and smashes it into the bottom left corner of the window. I run and try to open the door, but it turns out he was one step ahead of me, and he had blocked it. I hear light footsteps - remember, animania, doesn't matter if you a bit on the big side, you watch Naruto and you suddenly don't make a noise when you walk- and I see him pull the trigger, hear a loud noise and the-
"Ugh… What happened last night? I blink away the blurriness in my vision, and look around. "Was it just a dream? Oh well, whatever." I say, getting up out of bed.
In a land far, far away
A crazed cackle was heard in a small brown house, and when you take a peek into the window, you could see a short fat man, watching and reading all the things he stole from a little girl, with short brown hair.
The End
