Post by 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥 on Nov 27, 2020 23:17:12 GMT
Before he could fight Johnny Dorn. He had a bigger opponent to deal with, something greater.
Black Friday.
The line was backed up, damnit. Noelle was off shopping for her own items, and he couldn’t help but wonder what gift she would acquire him. Though truth be told, if he were honest, the greatest gift she could give him was her.
This thought process was soon destroyed with the eardrum crushing screech of a crotch goblin ahead of him. It sat in the cart while its mother didn’t even try to shush it. The line seemed to move slightly, but the moron in front of him was on his phone and seemingly unaware of the movement.
“Go on!”
The man lowered his cell and looked at him.
“You mean me?”
“No, the other fucking idiot holding the line up. Move. Forward.”
He went back to talking on his phone as Conor grimaced, then pulled his cart from the line and began to move ahead of the man, as he had left quite a wide gap between himself and the next cart.
“No cutting!”
People bitched and moaned, then someone in a vest approached.
“If you cut in line you’re going to have to move to the back…”
“What? I have one thing to buy for my girl just let me…”
“To the back.”
Conor was like a ticking time bomb, reluctantly moving to the back as he did not want this to take any longer.
Several hours passed.
Conor was still in line and existential dread had taken him. Had he ever been outside of this line? He remembered Noelle, he loved her, would he ever see her again? But then, a silver lining… the line moved, all that was left between him and sweet release from this metaphorical Black Friday prison was one old man.
But it wouldn’t be that easy.
It was never that easy.
The old man was slow about putting his items onto the counter, and then when it finally came time to check out, he seemed to write a check. The old man seemed to have hearing problems. He’d left his hearing aid at home, he couldn’t see, his cards didn’t scan!
After another hour of wait, the old man slowly left.
Conor’s hair hung over his face, and he looked broken as he approached the counter. The checkout went rather quickly, but soon he heard ‘Happy Holidays!’ echo out from this fool.
Suddenly, Conor leaped the counter with a blood curdling roar escaping him. Conor soon retrieved his items and quickly left as sirens were heard in the distance.
“I hate Black Friday.”
Conor uttered in a calm tone.
“It makes my blood boil. Black Friday is like a prison holding you back from attaining what you want, what you desire most. It lets you within reach of what you desire most, but then it continually snatches it away. It stomps your fingers, it rips at your eye lids, it tears apart your very soul to keep you from what you want…
It is a wicked, evil, vile day of shopping and total anarchy.
You think you’ve stepped in line, you think you’re going to slowly move forward, but every step of the way, I will yank you back. You will get close, at times, from your own perspective, because in spite of our differences of opinion on who might succeed… I concede you are a talented individual.
But I, I am your better.
I lost to Hatchet Gully, I own that, I use it as fuel. I cannot lose two in a row, I simply /cannot/. I /need/ this more than you do.
And I will take it. I will be your personal hell. I am your Black Friday, Johnny Dorn. I am the retailer where you’ve just gotten that item you want in your cart, only to hit ‘purchase’ and you end up with a 404 error. I am the man holding up the entire line to impede you and your ilk from moving forward, while only helping myself.
I am an evil, wicked thing bent only on destroying you, and you’re out of your league. See you soon.”
As he walked through the parking lot, he heard Noelle…
“What did you buy me?”
She said sweetly.
“Wait till Christmas like a good girl.”
“Never.”
He chuckled while she pouted, as he took her hand and left… the sirens having arrived, but they were long gone.
