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Revision as of 04:03, 5 May 2015
"Hi! Welcome to Subway, what can I get for you?"
The lady was very politely asking what I wanted, and I had walked to the counter and, before I even spoke a word, she shushed me with her finger.
"You want our 'Secret Sub', don't you?"
I shook my head. "I'll have a--"
But the woman had already taken out what appeared to be an old, crusty pair of nasty boots from under the counter, slapping turkey, salami, ham, and bacon in between them.
"Excuse me," I tried to say.
The Subway worker pretended like she didn't hear me as she asked what kind of cheese I wanted.
"I don't," I tried to say, but she went ahead and took off her shoe, sock, and scraped the callused dry skin off her feet onto my "sub". I gagged a little bit.
"Toasted?" she asked me. I didn't even answer as she walked to the oven and put the boot-sandwich into the oven for three minutes. While it cooked, the strong smell of burning rubber could be smelled along with baking meat. She took it out soon enough, and I opened my mouth again and she shushed me.
"Now what vegetables?"
"Whatever, just, let me go! I said, running, but she pressed a button and the windows, door, and all the other exits became barred, repeating "Vegetables?"
I walked back over glumly. She had already started piling on chocolate pudding, Lucky Charms cereal pieces, grapefruit slices, and ghost pepper salsa.
"What the hell are you doing, lady?" I screamed, looking at my nasty "sandwich".
She then covered it completely in guacamole. I was confused by that point enough, looking around for an exit that she didn't bar off.
"Your total is $6.66"
"What did you say?"
"I said," the worker said, growling, her voice getting deeper as her eyes turned red. "6! SIXTY! 6!"
She ran around the counter as I screamed; she held the makeshift boot-sandwich out to me as I ran all around the small confined restaurant, ducking and dodging until she had cornered me. She took a sniff of the boot-sub.
"YUMMY!" she growled, every trace of her original female voice gone, now being replaced by a male demon's. "YOU WANT TO EAT IT, DON'T YOU?!"
"No, no, I don't want to eat it, bitch,"
"WHAT?! WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"
She had jumped on top of me, forcing the boots down my throat, choking me to death, and once I died to death, she stared at the camera.
"You're next!" she said to nobody in particular...