#killer coffee

Magnolia (Maggie) Greaves has always been strange. Whether that was from her uniquely goth appearance or her crippling anxiety, she never seemed to fit in with the crowd. So when she moved to the city with her best friend Agnus, she wasn’t expecting anything new. But oh, how she was wrong.

The city was nothing compared to her old hometown. Here, in the city, people are all different kinds of unique. And she liked that. Or, rather, she thought she liked that.

To help with the outrageous amount of rent on her apartment, she decided to work a job. And what better way to start your working life than a customer service job?

She interviewed for a place called Cafe Columbine, the most popular coffee place in town. She figured the coffee wasn’t all that good, but the pay seemed nice. The interview was quite strange. There wasn’t any of the usual questions. The interviewer just blankly stared at her, asked her for her free days, and said she got the job.

The job wasn’t anything remarkable. Clock in, prepare everything for the day, serve stuck up city people their coffee, clock out, close up shop. But was more strange was how customers seemed to be hooked on their coffee and pastries.

It wasn’t a simple coffee addiction, it was a hunger. A craving. A primal urge to consume their products. At first Maggie internally joked that the boss put crack in all the products, but no. It was much, much worse than that.

On a day unlike the others, the boss came to the cafe. She’d never seen him before, which made his visit all the more interesting. He took one look at Maggie and was immediately intrigued. That day, he invited her to the basement of the cafe.

If there’s one thing about Maggie, it’s that she’s a massive people pleaser. And you have to make good impressions on the boss, right?

Despite her friends trying to convince her that following an unknown man into the basement of her workplace well into the night was possibly one of the worst decisions she could ever make, she did it anyway.

The door in the coffee shop that was usually locked was now widely open, inviting her into the depths below. She took her descent down the stairs and was immediately hit with a foul stench. An odor of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Once she was fully in the basement, she sees the man she saw earlier today. Her boss, carefully feasting on someone, or something’s, dead body. Oh, so that’s what that stench was coming from. She saw his blue eyes glow in the darkness of the basement, pounce on her, and everything faded to black.

(And that’s just the start of the story! If you read this far, I appreciate it so much.

This is the 2nd story in the timeline, but i just decided to do this one first.

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