Work (NSFW :3)

I was cleaning my office today. As I was going thorough the boxes of stuff(paper, pornos, decapitated mexican heads) to put in my storage shed I heard a noise. It was a shrieking sound. My ears exploded in my head, looking like a period on my freshly painted WHITE walls. I look at my office and I see teenage girls, the typical girls looking for whatever band they want, the cashier sighs and has another drag of his cigarette before going inside and listening to them. I get some boxes in the storage shed in the back of the store and I'm sweating on this already dirty white shirt that's now stained yellow from the jizz from the orgy night before. I take it off, revealing my hairy body and I slip into a dress shirt. I sit down counting money like the jew I am, and I smell this god awful smell. It smelled sickly sweet so I yelled," stop spraying fucking air freshener in the building will ya." The sickly sappy smell was not air freshener my lad, it was the perfume of these girls. I walk out to tell them to shut up and put that stuff back in the bottle. The fat one licks her finger which was coated red. Maybe it was duck sauce or something, I didn't care at the moment. so I close my door. Maybe after an hour of working I needed a piss break so I walk to the rest room across the store. I see them coated in red makeup. It was wet makeup. The smell was unbearable, nauseating at the least and coma inducing at the most. After taking a leak, I see legs in the stall next to me. I thought it was my cashier masturbating. I stopped back and playfully smashed his stall door open. It was not semen that was on him. It was blood. He was gutted from the belly to the neck. His heart missing. I was so taken aback I had no time to think... I vomited all over my shoes. I was forced to measures as my head racked up what happened. With such a large cut mark, it couldn't be suicide or anything at the most. He was murdered here. I reached into the stomach to see a bottle of cheap perfume. I pulled my swiss army knife and i climbed on his body to get in the vents. I needed to reach outside or my office. I decided they would be waiting outside so I shimmied to my office. When I got there, I slowly pulled my body out there to reveal it under the desk... A handle made of wood and metal, the blade was tempered to perfection... it was a tool for survival. I pulled out my machete.

I went to my safe and I pulled out my kevlar vest and strapped it on. I went to the secondary safe and pulled out a nine millimeter, and two magazines. I loaded my gun and I unlocked the door and I saw them pouring pints of blood over their supple young bodies. I aimed my 9 mm at one and shot it in the forehead, One was right next to me, so I jammed my machete right through her chin to her brain and I ripped out, vertically decapitating her. The others jetted into the CD isles where they preparing to cut me with CDs that were razor sharp. I ducked to the register and unlocked the ''illegal items'' we had. Mostly weed and shrooms, but there was a old grenade the guy had when his gramps was in the war. I pulled out the pin and threw the grenade at them. Ha, say bye bye to your Hannah Montana CDs, you fuckers. The impact, mainly from the explosion created shrapnel from the CDs lobbed into one of those monster's head. There were two more left. I went in a drop kicked one of those beast's heads while it was recovering. I kicked her face into the broken glass, and I eventually gave her a California smile. The last one was the fat one. She was unresponsive, smiling like a fat person. I gutted her stomach horizontally and I lobbed the machete into her face. The last things she said to me was the words I wouldn't of expected like "Sorry" or "You will never be satisfied from your friend's death" but she did say
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The game.

Fuck you bro.
But I liked the story nonetheless.