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It was a cold day in mid-December, everything was cutely decorated with Christmas lights. You know, that time of the year where you saw lovers drinking hot cocoa together. You rolled your eyes hard at the sight of it while walking through falling snowflakes, straight to the Home Depot store.
It had some of your favorite snacks you had to buy. The place you worked at hosted a small gathering, to spend some time together right before the holidays. And of course, everybody should bring some goodies. You really didn’t want to go, the thought of sitting comfortably underneath a blanket with hot tea, playing your favorite game was so tempting… But no. You decided to go for some of your friends. It’ll be fun, they’d said. You sighed. We’ll see about that..
You walked into the store as you felt a warm breeze in your face. Ahh.. That is nice. You shivered, then relaxed as you felt the cold melt away.
As you were on your way to the snack aisle, your eyes wandered a bit, then focused on someone. You slowed down your walking a bit to see if it was really him, that quiet kid you went to high school with together. Is… Is that..- you thought, as he turned his face towards your direction. His eyes were glued on an object he was holding, phew. Suddenly it clicked for you, all the memories came flooding back. Luigi.
God, you hated that guy. He seemed like he was always in his own little world. Always together with his older brother.. What was his name again?.. Not important. Although, you didn’t know the green guy with the mustache that well. You never shared any words.
Sometimes you talked to his older brother, though. One time the teacher paired you up together to work on a project. Huh.. His brother was actually very kind and coörperative. A bit silly you couldn’t remember his name, but his little brother’s instead. Looking at him, he had changed quite a bit. His mustache was thicker, and-
As you were staring at him for, maybe 10 seconds, he’d noticed you. He recognized you, but it was kinda fuzzy for him. An alarming feeling stung in your stomach when you made eye contact. You felt like you had to say ‘hi’, or it would’ve been awkward. Right when you wanted to open your mouth, he said it first;
“Hi, you’re Y/N, right?”. Wow. His voice got deeper. You decided to play it cool, like you haven’t been staring at him for 10 seconds. Even 15, maybe. “Yeah, that’s me! Your name was Luigi?”, you asked with your hands warm into the pockets of your long winter coat. He nodded with a small smile. “Good to see you again”. You smiled back, then walked away quickly, your mind focusing on the snacks again. Your smile faded, his words echoing in your head, “good to see you again”. Pfft, we never even talked. His voice has changed though, damn. Not that it matters, guy really isn’t my type.
The thought of Luigi immediately disappeared when you stood in front of an empty shelf, where the snacks were supposed to be. You closed your eyes in frustration; you just wanted to buy the damn snacks so you could go the hell back home. You tried to search for an employee. Luckily there was one nearby. “Excuse me”, you tried to say as kindly as possible. The employee turned to look at you with a very frivolous look written on his face. He looked tired, and like… He didn’t want to be there. You couldn’t blame him.
“Umm”, you go, “do you happen to know if you have *insert fav snack* still in stock?”. He looked at the direction of the stockroom, then pointed towards it. “If we still have them, they should be right over there.” You waited for him to walk over there with you. You wanted to ask, but he interrupted before you could speak: “Yeah, so, I’m too busy right now, so, have at it. ‘Tis right over there”, he said tiredly as he turned around to walk away. ….. Ok then..
You walked over to the large door, which had a sign on it. ‘Stockroom’. You looked around to see if you saw any more employee’s, feeling a bit nervous. Is this allowed? I- it feels like it isn’t… There wasn’t anyone, except for some people who were just shopping….. or so you thought. Friggin’ Luigi suddenly stood next to you. You let out a tiny scared yelp, the feeling of irritation boiling up a bit more now.
“Oh, sorry, did I scare you?”, he smirked a bit anxiously. Ugh. You inhaled to say something, but then exhaled instead, letting out a sigh. He looked at the closed door, while twirling his gloved thumbs. “D- did ya also need something? I was sent over here by some carelessly looking guy, so I could fetch it myself. Man, dude really looked like he didn't want to be here”, he laughed, trying to joke a little. You weren’t really impressed.
It’s not that you hated his guts, you just wanted to go home. Really badly. “Yup, me too”, you said. He looked at you a tiny bit flustered. Your mind quickly rewinds to remember the last thing he had said. Oh! “Oh, no, I don’t mean like, that I don’t want to be here,” you lied, “I’m gonna go see if they still have snacks left I came here for”, you said, as you pushed the door open. Luckily it was ajar. “Ahh”, he kinda sighed. “Right…” You two walked into the stocking room.
It was big, but not too big. You could move freely and had enough space to walk, like how you also could in your bedroom. Why did Luigi have to be here, at the same time as me, in this damn room.
“Whoa, I would’ve liked to work here if I still was a teenager!”, he said excitedly. You didn’t really pay attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about getting your snacks and rushing home. “Say”, you said, “do you see the light switch? And lemme find something to keep the door o-“
right when the lights turned on, you were cut off by a loud bang.
…. Did he just… Did the door just close?
