On A Mental Vacation

imagine that you’re working security for the biggest event of the year and you kick a pervert out for sexually harassing people but he manages to talk his way out of punishment. and then you go back to your job just to find out that your coworker got mugged and beaten up so badly that he has permanent amnesia. and then you have to go back to your job like nothing happened and be the security at the event and then suddenly something blocks out the moon. because the pervert from before transformed into a fucking kaiju. and then while you’re fighting the kaiju as hard as you possibly can you’re helped out by a nice guy who wants to find his son. so you take him through the city but when you find his son you realize his son works for the same people who mugged your coworker. so you attack him but the nice guy holds you back and everyone tells you that your job is evil and you realize that even though you started working security to help children you’ve become someone who attacks children. and then you’re told to keep attacking by your boss over the phone and then he has an argument over the phone with what sounds like a 12 year old girl before hanging up and then he calls back and tells you it’s ok and you can stop attacking. so you just kind of stand there with this nice guy and his son and his son falls asleep. and then a different coworker of yours runs in and attacks you and tells you you’re morally bankrupt for wanting people to live and you for real think he’s going to kill you and then two 12 year olds hit him with a tranquilizer dart. and then the 12 year olds get an idea and run off. and then out of nowhere the nice guy begs you to adopt his son and teach him how to be a security guard. and then his son turns into a tree. and then a 12 year old girl runs in saying the only way to save him is to give him amnesia but before you can give a 12 year old boy amnesia the nice guy goes “i got this” and straight up dies while you can only helplessly watch. and his son is still a tree. and then your coworker who was mugged and has amnesia starts trying to cut down the tree. and then the tree and the boy disappear. and your coworker leaves because he doesn’t recognize you anymore. and you don’t know what to think anymore or if your job is even worth it.

“oh, I live in a desert and-”

And the Mojave!

No, wait. I’m not done. I love the desert too much.

Behold Arizona

ah yes, my type is a man with raven black hair and indigo eyes who would yearn for their loved one achingly, go through lengths for them and not even let the other know what they truly feel because knowing they are safe/okay is already enough.

ARGHHH THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME THEYRE EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEE