George Hendle is a normal salaryman. Work at 9 am and leave at--Leave?! Nope, he works overtime until midnight. Every day, 5 times a week, somehow, he’s still alive. He’s a 30-year-old man with black hair, messy and unkempt, just like his lifestyle at home. He has a rather slender body. His face is normal, shaving his mustache and beard every day. A pretty normal life to be exact.
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I still don’t know why he didn’t commit suicide from all of those though. Pretty much like everyone, he’s single. He lives alone in his messy and dirty apartment. Watching and eating during day-offs. Pretty much like the narrator of this story…
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But we’re not here to look at his daily lifestyle! Hell, No! Look at the title! We’re here for that! Now…
Where’s my script?
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‘Another Monday, another day of work.’
That was what George was thinking of every day. Wearing his uniform and carrying his briefcase in his right, he sets out to work. Every day, he walks to work since it was only 22 minutes away from his apartment. His daily life was rather bland. And when I say bland…
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I mean really bland. Working from 9 am to 12 am he works most of the time, making him busy every day except the weekends when he just watches and eats, sometimes sleeping on the couch.
As he was walking, he receives a call from his boss. Reluctant, he answers it. As he was walking and talking. He mistakenly jaywalks. A car from the same lane as where George was swerved and…
Misses George who was 2 feet away from it. George, oblivious to the world, did not notice it. He then continued to go his way. The car that almost hit him then crashed onto a truck that was parked and was carrying planks. One of the planks was thrusted onto the road. Then, a man riding a motorcycle hit it and sent the man flying off while the motorcycle rolled and bounced, heading towards George. While that was happening, another truck carrying something, saw George, who was now in another lane, and immediately swerved, making the carried supplies fall over.
The motorcycle was hit by the supplies as it neared George. This caused an accident in which the cars behind the truck collided with it. One car had a surfboard on top and as it hit another car, the surfboard went flying to George. And George being oblivious to the world that he is, ducked and picked up a penny on the road using his right hand. He then continued walking. The surfboard then hit a hotdog stand, making it explode. No one was killed though.
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George flipped the coin he got and when he did, a hotdog with ketchup and mustard landed on his hand instead of the coin. George then randomly ate the well-made hotdog. I know you are not questioning this, but some do…
What happened to the briefcase? He was carrying it with his right shoulder.
George then entered the coffee shop where he usually visits as he finishes the last of his hotdog. He then saw someone with a black mask ordering something while one employee was holding his head and the other, counting the change. He then waited in line.
In hindsight, it was a robbery. But George was too sleepy to know this.
The robber noticed him and immediately pointed his handgun at him.
“Oi Fucker! Give me your mo-” The robber was interrupted when George silences him with a gesture as he was talking to his boss. The angered robber then went to press the trigger but outside another explosion happened, the window broke and the glass shards went to pierce the robber’s hand and arm.
Meanwhile, the shards that went to him, just hit his suitcase.
-Wait a minute, this is not the story everyone is waiting for! *sigh* I have to make this right… I hijack a truck that was parked, turned on the engine, and drive into the coffee shop-
The truck then went into the coffee shop, hitting the robber and George.
But George, being George, did not notice. One thing led to another.
As George blinked, the world around him changed. He noticed that his boss stopped talking. He looked at his phone and it said ‘No signal.’
“Did I forget to pay for the data?” George asked himself. He then sighed and went on with his walk. But alas, in some cosmic way, he finally noticed something. He stopped walking, completely aghast. He then put his hand on his hair.
“Holy shit!” George screamed. He widened his eyes, finally noticing it. He felt somewhat dizzy yet, excited?
“O-oh my god…” George felt his hair. “My hair is neat!!”
-Wait, what the fuck?-
“YES!” George shouted, dropping his phone and suitcase. He was happy, he felt like a person who just won a football game by himself whilst only using one leg. He felt like he was on top of the world.
“YES FINALLY!” George was crying tears of joy and jumping. “FUCKING FINALLY!! AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS OF TRYING TO MAKE IT NEAT!!”
As George was shouting, he did not know that he was inside a house. The kitchen to be exact. And as he was celebrating over his hair. A viridian-colored portal opened near him and out came a person. The person was a boy and at least 5’4 tall, he had messy scruffy light brown hair, a thin body, and a somewhat adorable face. He was wearing a blue jacket and baggy pants. Inside the jacket was a black t-shirt. He was holding a plastic cup which he was slurping with a straw. He then saw George celebrating. He then stopped slurping, eyes widened. He dropped his drink, the liquid spilling on the floor.
George heard the drink splashing towards the ground, he then turned around quickly, seeing the kid.
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“WHO IN THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU!” The boy said in a normal boy tone.
“WHO AM I?? WHO ARE YOU!???” George shouted. The boy threw a pan at him. With a loud sound as it hit George in the head, he collapsed.