Post by mrotaku2399 on Apr 23, 2021 19:34:07 GMT -5
He didn’t know what day it was. He didn’t care, if he was honest. He had been focused on his goal since the beginning. Focused on becoming like him. It’s only been a few months since that day, but it didn’t feel like it. If he were honest, the routine he had set for himself was becoming more like a lifeline. He was so set in his ways by this point, even if he’d miss one little thing he’d break down or flip out.
God he was becoming unhinged by the week. He didn’t know what was reality and what was his delusions. Everywhere he turned, everywhere he went, he saw glimpses of him. He heard whispers of his voice.
We see a light glow, almost like a fire or candle light. We see the large nose of Pat peek out from the darkness. It looks like he has really bad sunburn as he draws nearer.
Pat: “TJ last time you faced me, you tried to get into my head. You tried to think like a mailman. Work as a mailman. But you were never cut out for the mean streets of postal work. Not many are. TJ you’re nothing more than a trend. A fad. You and that group of thugs who make the crappy music that doesn’t even rhyme.”
He says with a certain amount of anger to it.
Pat: “You thought you were cute and cool getting those guys making fun of me and my livelihood. Well you know what you piece of shit? You offended postal workers around the world! And soon enough at Public Execution… oh what a wonderful name… i’ll make you suffer for all the disrespect you have caused me and my people.”
The words grow more angry and irritated.
Pat: “In a mailroom massacre, i get to give you paper cuts and staple your balls together. I get to show you my most sacred of gifts. Oh i do hope you’ll like it. I do hope so very much, yes. I’ll show you just what happens when you disrespect the mail men of the world, you insolent maggot. You filthy mountain of shit. You’re the ant on the bottom of my shoe. I’m going to shove my boot through your face. I hope you’re ready dearest TJ. It’s time for you to die.”
He begins to smile and laugh hysterically before going into gibberish.
God he was becoming unhinged by the week. He didn’t know what was reality and what was his delusions. Everywhere he turned, everywhere he went, he saw glimpses of him. He heard whispers of his voice.
We see a light glow, almost like a fire or candle light. We see the large nose of Pat peek out from the darkness. It looks like he has really bad sunburn as he draws nearer.
Pat: “TJ last time you faced me, you tried to get into my head. You tried to think like a mailman. Work as a mailman. But you were never cut out for the mean streets of postal work. Not many are. TJ you’re nothing more than a trend. A fad. You and that group of thugs who make the crappy music that doesn’t even rhyme.”
He says with a certain amount of anger to it.
Pat: “You thought you were cute and cool getting those guys making fun of me and my livelihood. Well you know what you piece of shit? You offended postal workers around the world! And soon enough at Public Execution… oh what a wonderful name… i’ll make you suffer for all the disrespect you have caused me and my people.”
The words grow more angry and irritated.
Pat: “In a mailroom massacre, i get to give you paper cuts and staple your balls together. I get to show you my most sacred of gifts. Oh i do hope you’ll like it. I do hope so very much, yes. I’ll show you just what happens when you disrespect the mail men of the world, you insolent maggot. You filthy mountain of shit. You’re the ant on the bottom of my shoe. I’m going to shove my boot through your face. I hope you’re ready dearest TJ. It’s time for you to die.”
He begins to smile and laugh hysterically before going into gibberish.