no seriously guys what the fuck
thank you??? for reading this crap???
should i yeet this into the bnha wattys-
idk if it qualifies for the online category but i'll probably go for other if i do
thoughts?
also short chapter sorry kiddos i'm tired

You're just chilling at the counter, as per usual, when the door chimes open. Not looking up from your phone, you absentmindedly call, "We're closed."

The footsteps don't stop. You look up to see a tall dude, probably in his twenties, with clearly unnatural, electric blue eyes. He's kinda hot, even if his skin is practically patchwork. He doesn't seem to give a fuck about your warning, so you just quirk an eyebrow and wait a moment to see what he wants.

"So..." he drawls.

"So..." you echo.

Now he raises his eyebrows at you, as if you're the weirdo in this situation. Hey, you normally are, but right now? Nah. This motherfucker is the one who just strolled in and is now doing jack shit. Maybe whoever tried to cook him fried his brain too.

"You're Y/n, right?"

Now you're shook. Okay, sure, your friends have sent people in here before, but you're pretty sure they'd tell you if they were yeeting some charred thot your way. Where did I put the frying pans again? Never saw the use for them, but I guess they'll come in handy for Tangled-ing the fuck outta this guy.

Instead of being smart, you say, "Yeah."

"Cool," the guy says, glancing at the windows for a second before turning fully to face you. "Sorry 'bout this, kid."

A fierce pain is all you feel before the ground rushes up to meet you, and the world goes black.