I am nothing that would stand out in a crowd. At least, I wouldn't be if it wasn't for one unfortunate accident.

At least, that's what the media is calling it. I'm still trying to be hopeful. Maybe we could call it....

... yeah, I got nothing.

And on the extreme off chance this happens to somebody else, I'm told I'm supposed to share my story.

My very unlucky story.

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I'm a Fanfiction writer, so nothing I really "compose" (look, I can be fancy too!) is completely unique. Except maybe for the occasional OC I've created.

But still, I have enough followers on my account to draw faint attention for short periods of time and get little earnings out of it.

I live normally and carry a part-time job as a cashier/cook at the local Braum's place near my house.

The other time I have is spent writing. I know, not very good for the total outcome, but it's fun!

The alarm rings, drawing a sigh from me as I get out of the chair I was taking break in and stand.

Time to go back to work.

I flip my hat on and walk out past the kitchen to the cash register to take over for the current one. I force a smile as I walk to my place,

"Welcome to Braums, how may I help you?" There is a family of three. One kids meal with a chocolate shake, one number three with a fountain drink, one number eight, crispy and a fountain drink.

There is only two people in the ice cream part.

So, I'm left to stare at this wall and wait since our manager wants us at "full potential".

Thirty minutes later a man walks in. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck raise. Something about him is very unsettling.

He's wearing a black hoodie and I can't see his face. His hands are in his pockets. His jeans and shoes are both dark colored and dirty. He looks as if he just recently fought someone. But his eyes...

.... his menacing green eyes ...

... they're trained directly on me.

"Welcome to Braum's! What would you like to order?" The kid beside me is on autopilot, seemingly unaware of the eerie presence he's brought with him.

I can't seem to form a word.

He walks right up to my register and looks me dead in the eyes,

"Hello there, Tiffany Jackson." His voice is raspy and he smells of beer and drugs. My name tag only has my first name on it, no way he can know my last name.

"Wh- Who are you?" His lips part into a disgusting grin of rotting teeth,

             "You'll know soon enough." I take a step back. Even if there is a counter between us, it feels like he's in my face.

I begin to reach for the emergency button below the counter,

               "What?" He steps back and leaves the building.

I watch him go.

My partner doesn't notice anything other than the game on his phone.

The rest of the day goes on without a hitch. In fact, we had the highest sales than ever before! To celebrate we all got a free single dip with one topping.

Then we all start to head home. First the Cook, then the Janitor, that kid with his phone, most of the people I don't know trickle by, before all that's left is me and our manager, Josh.

He turns to me,

             "You sure you got the lock up?" I smile and wave him off,

              "Go! Your kid only turns 16 once!" He grins,

              "Thank you so much!! I promise to make it up to you, TJ!!" He grabs his coat and dashes out the door.

I smile as I start locking the windows and doors. Only a few people call me TJ nowadays. Most of them moved away from this town in an effort to 'go big'.

I stayed.

The doors click as their locks slide into place, I nod and move to the windows. It's then I notice one of them is open.

It's against all code to open a window. Of course there's always that one person who opens it to get fresh air, but I know those people and they always close it afterwards.

And it wasn't me.

I take a deep breath as I walk over to it. When I reach up to close it I freeze. The lock is broken, meaning this window wasn't opened from the inside.

Get out. Get out now.

The hairs on the back of neck rise as I dash for the back door. The counter is suddenly small enough I can jump it on my way.

A hand grabs my shoulder and I'm yanked off my feet with a cry.

"Hush." The man's harsh whisper echoes. It's the guy from before.

I squirm as thrash, kicking out at whatever I can. A cloth comes over my mouth, the chemicals from it making my eyes sting.

Don't do it. Don't breath it in!

Even if I've seen the movies and tried to hold my breath, the chemicals entering my respiratory system and the world begins to blur.

I can feel my body relaxing as a firm sleepiness sucks me in.

"That's it. Just go to sleep..." His voice it too close for my comfort.

What is he going to do?!!

Then I'm gone.

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The world is a blurry mess. The lights are WAY too bright.

And I have a headache.

What... What is going on?

The world, as if trying to help, becomes clear as day.

I'm strapped into what looks like a very old electric shock chair based off what I can see in this grimy mirror. The wall behind the mirror is old and looks as if it might collapse.

I turn my head to look up, but my eyes hurt too much from me barely moving and I can barely move my head. They've tied my head down.

"Oh! She's awake!" I jump freakishly at the familiar voice as a body enters the reflection of the mirror. I'm saved by realizing it couldn't be the real thing.

Woman with startling red hair and... dressed... all in red. She's in Grell-style cosplay. Complete with his voice.

"Great." Without meaning to, I entered my own voice.

Yeah, I do cosplay too... as Ciel.

Like the Fanfiction I wrote.

It's whenever she comes around to the front of me with an absolutely giddy-with-happiness face that I realize what she has in her hand.

A long metal pole with a tip strapped on the end. A tip that she sticks into a bucket in the corner. A bucket that's holding a flame.

"Just wait. Whenever we get done with you, you'll be the perfect Ciel!!" Her voice broke into a very high pitch.

I swallow,

"Wait, what do you mean?" She grabs the now red-hot iron out of the bucket and walks over to me. I panic, "What are you doing?!! Get away from me!!"

She pats my head as the iron nears my eye,

"Shh, I'm going to make you beautiful."