( a Forsaken story/creepypasta inspired by 'the coronation day' mario creepypasta)
Its sunny, the weather is clear, more clear then a crystal ball you'd see in a fortune tellers tent at a market. Elliot a well known cashier and the known owner for the testament `` builder brothers pizza place ``. The building itself was clean, polished and organized with tables and seats. Posters brand new and giving that sense of nostalgia for kids and even adults. Elliot wearing his restaurant uniform and with the small cap too keep his tied hair not to burn when cooking pizzas when his employers aren't here, elliot would hum too himself, keeping his mind a float.
He jolted as he turned, hearing a 'Ding' at the entrance of his restaurant, and hold and behold was elliot sister 'Mia builder'. Wearing her school uniform , which having a navi blue blazer, a white button up shirt and a long black skirt. She smiled as she announced.
Mia : "hey elliot!, I'm ready"
Elliot : "oh!- ha hey Mia, jeez uour really quick for being a lazy bones"
Mia : "oh shush!, anyway I need my lunchbox, have you seen it?"
Elliot : "Hmm? Oh yeah its on the counter, i also packed you a fizzy drink for today
Mia: "YES!, your the best elliot!"
Mia, the excited girl she is, rushed to grab her unicorn themed lunchbox, and putting it in your bag, that she oh so loved. It had colourful pins and organized stickers, giving elliot a quick hug before she run out the door as she waved a sweet goodbye. Ellot sighed to himself, seeing her happy and independence Mia is as she thrives with such joy, even when living in a restaurant with a house ontop, or as Mia loves to say "a burger stack". Which elliot has kept as a joke overall.
As the day goes by, elliot would pack money, serve orders or saying orders for his employee known as "Thompas" who mains the back area to cook pizzas to maximum flavour. Elliot being exhausted from the eternal heat inside the back area if thompas would need help. He'd go in the alleyway to have a breath of fresh air. Sighing as his breath was slightly frosty and cold, he wasnt always social in the sense, though for customers he had to be. Thats if they didnt give him backlash or rude comments to say. His thoughts and thinking was on hold, turning to the left , seeing a misty like silhouette. Its form was misty, frosty and wasnt seemed physical to the human eye, it almost seem animated, like that to a low budget kids cartoon you'd see in the morning. Its stance seemed odd, it had no left arm nor left leg. Elliot would wave slightly, seeing if they seemed alright
Elliot : "hey?.. sir or ma'am? Are you okay?"
Elliot : "..do- you need help?- I can call someone?
Before , elliot would or could even question, he blinked or rubbed his eye to see if he could focus on them. Or whatever they were. The silhouette just.. vanished , without any trace of history in its step. He seemed confused, dazed and just overall overwhelmed by what he would of seen that day. He shook his head, thinking of nothing as he retreats back into his restaurant, not having much thought of what he say that evening..
• — • • — • • • — • • • • • • — • — • • • — — • — — • • • — — • • — — • • — — • — • • • — • • — • • • • • — • — • • — • • • • — • • — • • — • • — • — • — — — — — • • • • • — — — — •
theartofmadeline
kaledo-art
dailybridgerton
discoholicmusic
areudirty
kianamaiart