foolishwren | [Action in the ~*~Goldenrod Department Store~*~] FOURTH WALL EVENT POST

_{[OOC: HI GUYS. As per usual with my TL;DR event posts, reading this is more or less optional. All you need to know is that Heather's in the Goldenrod City Department Store, and that you are free to bother her in ANY WAY YOU SEE FIT, anywhere in the store.
Posts on my end might be a little slow, but I AM online and will be replying to every tag!
Out-of-game dudes, welcome to Route for the weekend! I hope you enjoy your stay, and hope that maybe we'll be snagging a few of you for good. ;)]}

_{[Well, Saturday came, and despite the injuries and wreckage accumulated at the Department Store from the aftermath of that robbery, a big mall can't staff itself! As such, the employees have all been respectfully ordered to come back and help with cleaning things up, because god forbid they close the store for a few days!]

[And so, wearing her stupid little employee uniform, a tired Heather got up early with her newly-recovered Pokemon in-pocket (she didn't normally take them to work with her, but given the events there, she was feeling less confident about the prospect of being without them in case of an emergency. And besides, she sort of wanted to spoil them a little bit for all they'd been through), and made her way morosely to the big shiny building.]

[The whole way, Cujo pranced and gamboled around her, completely oblivious to his Trainer's sour mood.]

[She shoved the revolving door a little harder than necessary and went through it, taking care not to let the simple-minded Growlithe get stuck in the turnstyle.]

[And gueeeessss who was right there waiting in the lobby for her, surrounded by bustling janitors carrying around busted vending machines and sweeping up rubble?]}

ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP!

BACK IN MY DAY, SNOTTY KIDS WHO TOOK TOO MUCH TIME OFF OF WORK WERE FLOGGED AND PUBLICLY HUMILIATED!

.... And back in your day, the elderly fell behind and got eaten by saber-toothed tigers...

WHAT WAS THAT?!

Ugh... nothing...

I'VE HAD ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR LIP. MY DELICATE HEART CANNOT ABIDE SUCH DISRESPECT. GO HELP THE JANITORS ON THE SECOND FLOOR BEFORE YOUR INSOLENCE BEGINS TO ENDANGER MY HEALTH.

Yes, ma'am...

AND GET THAT FILTHY MUTT IN A POKEBALL IMMEDIATELY!!

_{[Making a sour face, Heather promptly flipped the old bat off as she went huffing away to scream at someone else who didn't deserve it.]}

Don't listen to 'er, Cooj. You might be a filthy mutt, but she's a bitch and that's ten times worse. We gotta stop at the laundry room first. I'll let you chew on one of her skirts.

_{[Cujo panted up at her happily, having absolutely no idea that the supervisor had called him anything, and promptly walked into a potted plant because he wasn't watching where he was going.]}

~*~

_{[The employee laundry room yawned ominously away from the doorway, its gray-green basement lights buzzing in that ugly way that old, out-of-date electronics that no higher-up has felt necessary to replace so often do. The gaps between the tiles here were always wet, and filled with that gritty mush that resulted when bits of powdered laundry detergent spilled onto a damp floor and was allowed to sit. The whole place smelled like stagnant water from the machine in the corner that was always broken and filled up with cloudy water that nobody bothered to drain for weeks.]

[Old uniforms were strewn across the floor like corpses of long-forgotten staff members who had been trapped down here and died horribly.]}

... Same old, same old...

_{[Heather sighed and stepped in, her boots skidding slightly on the soapscum-covered floor.]}

Don't eat anything I don't tell you is okay, Cooj.

_{[She leaned over the bin of clean uniforms, digging around in it with still-bandaged arms. She needed a new hat and didn't fancy getting screamed at for not having one if she was caught without it on the job.]}

Jesus, there can't be like fifty thousand clean shirts and no hats...

_{[Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed. Cujo was standing stiffly behind her, his creamy hackles raised and normally-happy brown eyes wide and staring. A low, unsettled growl was drifting out of his throat and his stare was settled firmly on the employee lockers across the room. Swallowing, Heather withdrew from the bin slowly.]}

... What is it, boy?

_{[The growl increased in volume, and Heather frowned worriedly, following his gaze.]

[The source of his anxiety became clear instantly.]

[The door to Locker no. 9 was rattling gently, occasionally thumping. There was something inside it. Trying to get out.]

[The hairs on the back of Heather's neck stood up.]

[... It's... it's deja vu all over again...]

[The rattling was replaced by an insistent, metallic banging. Heather gulped, and reached out to pick up a nearby metal laundry basket.]}

Stay here, Cooj...

_{[Slowly, warily, she approached the locker. As though sensing her nearing presence, the banging became louder and more violent. Adamant. Biting her lip, Heather reached out with a bandaged hand... and opened the locker.]}

--AAAUGH!

_{[The laundry basket went clanging to the floor as Heather fell backwards, knocked onto the damp, gritty floor as whatever was in the locker came lunging out at her like a desperate predator, barreling its warm weight into her chest and knocking her off-balance. Cujo erupted into a frenzy of barking and whimpering, knocking over the laundry bin as he turned in alarmed circles.]

[Heather thrashed on the floor, throwing the attacker off in the process and struggling to sit up defensively, teeth bared.]}

I-- GET OFF! I'LL-- You-- .... uh. .... Huh?

_{[The attacker wagged its little cinnamon-bun of a tail, the speaker on its headphones giving out a cheery little crackle of static.]}

ARF!

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_{[Have this guy staring at you ominously from a corner.]}

_{[... Creeper radar going off. Creeper radar going off. CREEPER RADAR GOING OFF.]

[When you had to deal with a person like Stanley? You got pretty good at detecting friggin' weirdos.]

[Heather turns around, an unnerved grimace on her face, and at her feet, Cujo is growling all over again.]

[Oh GOD. As if this room wasn't creepy enough WITHOUT weird grinning maniacs STANDING IN THE CORNER.]}

... The hell're you? Get the fuck out.

_{[Have a look at that grin growing. And those eyes narrowing. We're showing teeth here, people, in a bestial snarl-like expression.

He makes a quick motion with one hand, as if waving something away, but otherwise stands still and keeps up the staring.]}

_{[... Oh hell naw. Heather bares her own teeth, the hairs on the back of her neck standing all on end.]}

I think. You didn't hear me.

Get. Out.

_{[As she speaks, she reaches out to pick up the same heavy metal laundry basket she had when she opened the locker.]}

I heard.
_{[Said hoarsely, and then he laughs in a way that can only be described as hyena-like and takes a step back into the shadows, still facing her, still watching her, not seemingly bothered at her make-shift-weapon attempts..]}

_{[... Ughgh. Well that laugh was just downright unsettling...]}

... Fine.

You can just stay there in the corner and be creepy all by your lonesome.

_{Fuckin' weirdo...

[She starts to turn towards the door, watching him out of the corner of her eye.]}

_{[He keeps laughing for a while, but quiets when stepping out to follow her. He's not letting her out of his sight just yet. This particular area is deserted as of right now, isn't it? He likes that. It makes things so much easier.

He's right behind you now Heather. What are you going to do?]}

_{[Yes. Yes it is deserted. Heather knows this.]

[She also knows that she doesn't have any weapons, and that self-defense or not, a charred corpse in the basement of the department store might be hard to explain to the management. And the cops.]

[So she walks for a few steps.]

[... And then, when he's riiiight behind her... she WHIRLS around, aiming a vicious punch right at that toothy mouth (she's already got bandages up and down those arms, a few more cuts won't hurt and that gross grin is bothering her...) at the same time as kicking out with one boot, aiming to catch him at that tender, grindy spot just below the kneecap. As hard as she can.]}

RRAAAAAAAARRL!!

_{[He catches her fist and quickly grabs her arm in a rough grip, but hisses in pain as her kicks hits the mark. His knee buckles slightly, but he leans onto her and lets out another laugh, before whispering to her, harshly-]

Fire ... walk ... with ... me ...
_{[At which point he resumes laughing, but also lets her go.]}}

_{[She lets out a surprised snarl as she's grabbed and leaned on. If she were an animal, her ears would be raked backwards against her skull and her hackles would be bristling. But as it is, she's not, so she just settles for baring her teeth.]

[But that whisper... what the hell? What is THAT supposed to mean? Does this guy ... know her? ... Know about Alessa?]

[She SHOVES him away from her as he lets go, revulsion shuddering through every molecule in her body. Snarling, she spits out--]}

Get the HELL away from me!

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_{[He doesn't appear to be bothered by that shove, standing still, still fixing her with a stare - a wild-eyed stare, that goes along perfectly with the howl he performs next. Yes, a howl - a chilling, high-pitched howl that still retains the hoarseness of his very human voice.

He's not going to go for her again, though. After that howl, he stands there laughing ...]}

_{[Heather's backing away now, fists clenched and shoulders hunched into an almost vulture-like stance. The howl sends shivers down her spine, but she stays firm-- she doesn't want to turn her back on this guy.]

[Because SERIOUSLY, what the friggin' fuck.]}

If I had my gun, you'd be lying on the floor with a hole in your head right now.

_{[Well you don't, so that threat is sort of pointless, isn't it? He doesn't care for it, doesn't acknowledge it, but suddenly stops laughing as he steps back into the corner he originally came from, slowly.

And he keeps staring at her. Always.]}

_{[... Fuckin' weirdo.]

[Y-yeah, she's just... going to go and tell the management about the creepy man in the basement.]

[Once she's backed up to the bottom of the stairs, she spins around and dashes up them, closely followed by her canine companions.]}

_{[Sounds like a plan! When she returns, though, he won't be there anymore.

DUNNNN]}

_{[Awhile later, footsteps sound on the stairs as Heather tromps back down them.]}

And-- he was standing in a corner and just-- making noises and when I tried to leave, he was following me and-- just-- LOOK, okay?!

_{[She emerges into the laundry room, followed my Psycho Bitch-Monster of Death (aka her supervisor), and points at the corner-- .... which is empty.]}

.....

_{[The supervisor squints through her thick glasses.]}

..... WELL. I DON'T SEE ANYTHING.

But... he was HERE, I swear!

SOUNDS TO ME LIKE YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO GET OUT OF WORKING, AND WASTING MY TIME WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!!

Dude-- what-- WHY would I LIE about something like tha-- OW ow owo OW--

_{[Aaaand Heather is being grabbed by the ear and hauled off back up the stairs. SO MUCH FOR THAT.]

[~*~fin~*~]}

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XD Holy shit what is this guy even FROM

Re: I could tell you but I like that people don't know 8D

pfff FINE BE THAT WAY ..... /went and looked it up wow why have I not heard of this show

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I MAY HAVE TO CHECK THIS SHOW OUT

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