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"Forget this I quit!" The
young man announced as he tore off his apron and chucked it to the ground.
"Get out of my store!" The
older man roared back, the younger man obliged and stormed out. "Don't
bother coming back for your last paycheck. You're not getting another cent out
of me you greedy, little-"
"Can it Porky," the young
man cut him off, "you'll get yours one day." The kid stomped off
before "Porky" could get another word in. The store was dead quiet,
the few customers and staff inside had their gaze locked on the older man.
"You think this is a show? Get
back to work," he blustered. Everyone quickly turned away, and most of the
customers slipped out of the store. "Porky" charged back into his
office and slammed the door. His name wasn't actually Porky, but that's what
everyone knew him as and called him behind his back. "All these stupid
people with their hands in my pockets," he grumbled as he sat down at his
desk. A financial report was open on his desk, all the numbers were written in
red ink.
He picked up a pen and crossed out
the young man's name in the financial report. After some mental math, he
adjusted the total expenses at the end of the sheet. Despite the change, the
final result was still a negative number. He grumbled again before he put his
pen back to the paper and adjusted more numbers.
"Sometimes we have to make
sacrifices, something a certain little brat could learn," Porky muttered
as he slashed the budget. The number finally came up positive, all he had to do
was cut the money for employee wages and maintenance. His own wage was
untouched, as was another generously funded section labeled "other expenses."
In fact, the math didn't even check out, with a zero or two apparently
misplaced. "Whatever, no one actually reads these things. I'm sure nobody
will notice," Porky assured himself. In his moment of triumph, one of his
employees peaked into the room.
"Uh sir, the cash register
locked up again," they explained, "I need a manager override."
"Figure it out," Porky
didn't even look up from his papers.
"But sir, I need-" the
employee tried to reply.
"I don't have time to be fixing
your problems, I barely have enough time for my own," Porky yelled.
"Figure it out, or I'll take any lost sales from this out of your paycheck
do you hear me?"
"Sir-" the employee
started.
"Get out of my office,"
Porky demanded, and the employee quickly dashed away. "Useless, why do I
even bother to pay them," he muttered before he took his pen back to the
employee wages and cut them down even further. Porky was so wrapped up in his
own head he didn't even notice I had been watching him the whole time.
~--~
Later that night, after Porky had
chased out all of his employees so he could count the day's profits without
"being spied on," I began to make my move. He flipped on his security
system for the night and started the coffee machine in the break room. Then
locked himself in his back office and counted out the money from the registers,
most of which he pocketed. Meanwhile, I moved about the store, I shut down his
cheap security cameras and cut the cords to the phones. To finish my work I
placed several pictures around the store and unplugged his coffee maker.
When Porky finally emerged from his
office half an hour later, he made a beeline for the coffee machine. While he
went through the motions for making his coffee, I snuck into his office, stole
his keys and locked the door. However, he soon realized the coffee machine
wasn't even on and smacked it in frustration.
"Cheap hunk of junk," he
growled, "did one of those stupid kids break it again." He knocked
the machine around a bit more before his eyes were drawn to the wall socket,
then the cable on the floor. "How in the-?" Porky mumbled as he
plugged the machine back in and turned it back on, "stupid machine, making
me panic." As he set down his mug while the machine warmed back up, he
finally noticed one of the pictures I planted. "What's this doing out
here?" He exclaimed as he snatched up the picture. It depicted a much
younger version of himself, alongside another man of similar age, both smiled
in the photo. "I thought I tossed all of these out," he stated as he
turned the picture around, the word "Truth" was written on the back.
This angered Porky, and he ripped
the photo in half, but then he noticed the other photos I had left around the
store. Each one depicted himself and the other man, and each one had a word
written on the back. Porky grabbed every photo he could find and read them all
in sequence, "Lies," "Greed," "Backstabber,"
"Thief," and so on. He tore each picture to shreds, but no matter how
many he destroyed he always found more.
"I get it now, it's that stupid
kid," Porky proclaimed, "what are you back for revenge already? Get
your skinny backside out here now before I call the cops." He threatened
and blustered to the empty store, but I didn't reveal myself yet. "That's
it I gave you a chance," Porky grabbed the nearest phone, "now
I'll-!" He stopped when he realized there wasn't even a dial tone, then he
checked and found the cord was cut. "Real funny, but I still have my
cell," he marched back to his office only to find the door locked,
"you friggin brat!" He tried to force his way through the door, but
that was outside his capabilities. "What are you in league with that old
fool now? I cut him out years ago, and now he comes back? Were you planning
this from the start?"
Porky blustered throughout the
backroom and yelled in every direction as though someone would respond. Even
without a reply, he continued to stamp his feet and demand answers. I gave him
none, I just watched him torment himself.
"You were a fool," he
exclaimed, "if you were as smart as you claimed I wouldn't have been able
to kick you to the curb so easily. It was my idea from the start, you were a
leech, like all my employees. Now I'm living the dream, and you're probably
living in your mother's basement. So who's the real loser? Why won't you answer
me? Fine, I'm out of here, I'll be back with the cops!"
Oh, we can't have that now. He
dashed for the front door, but right before he could leave I knocked over the
coffee maker and quickly returned to my hiding spot. Porky sprinted and leaped
back into the room dramatically, but he didn't see me.
"Where are you," he
roared, "once I find your sorry behind I'll ruin you! I'll destroy your
life, your future, everything. Show yourself and face reality, you idiot!"
"Here I am," I appeared
behind him.
"Finally, you little sh-"
the words died in his throat as he got his first look at me while I towered
over him. "W-what are you?" Porky squeaked. I didn't answer; instead,
I reach out three long, black claws and wrapped them around his throat. I
grinned while I squeezed his windpipe, he tried to scream but couldn't find the
air. I pulled his face up to mine and finally answered his question.
"Today is the day," I
stated.
"What?" He sputtered out
through his constricted throat, while I raised up another set of claws and
placed them at his throat.
"Today is the day you get
yours," I answered to a chorus of his screams.
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Sometimes, people do get what's coming to them.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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