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02-10-2015, 09:34 PM
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Fuck the sand and fuck the beach, so that means we’re headed north, I guess. Or um...whatever. Seems like I wasn’t the only one who had the idea; in all my caution and aversion for the stupidest, most horrible place on earth, somehow it wasn’t enough to avoid the stupidest, most horrible thing on earth that I had met back at the sands. The bucket dropped from my face with a CLANG when I caught sight of Tiny--or, as I affectionately named him in my mind, Asswart. Because that’s just what the fuck he was. Gosh. Ew. Ugh, I couldn’t help the shudder running down my spine as I looked at him. Oh god, the memories. The memories. “You get the fuck outta here and leave Goldielocks alone, Tiny,” I snarled, like I was flexin’ to do something to him--but really, all I was doing was shoving and piling as many icecicles into my bucket as fast as possible, just so I could get out of his stank-ass presence. The less time I spent around him, the less likely he would try and-- --y’know-- --do the thing again. |
