u/Brief-Driver-9588

I agree that compared to the special names given by the cult (I don’t really go into the lore but the closest thing I have is Azure.) Thomas Absolutely sucks ass. I totally agree, but what if instead we came up with an actual name for two time. And not just…T H O M A S. I really want to see what you guys can come up with

(Hello! I'm Jeremy, but you guys can call me Jer. I'll respond to your question down below if your confused or simply curious about something, thank you for giving a glance at my first publicly written story, I hope you enjoy!)

- TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide -

it's been 2 years since I've been recovering from my girlfriend's suicide, and I admit it was hard. I cried and I started seeing her everywhere, which made it even harder. I would sometimes not sleep for nights on end. When sleep couldnt come to me, I eventually accepted it and started to go towards the neighborhood's 24/7 opened convenience store.

during the rather short walk towards the building in question, I just couldnt stop but thinking of her. how her deep brown short wolfcut contrasted with her sweet hazel eyes or how her sleep schedule was as screwed up as mine was at the time and how she would always help me each day just by writing to me while I was dressing up to go to work at the car dealership.

As I opened the door, the familiar beep it made reminded of a simpler time, when I'd go there with some friends and get some snacks before going back home and playing something like Team Fortress 2 or perhaps some Left 4 dead 2. I liked the staff there. Maybe their borderline joker smile creeped me out, but still, they showed compassion and were being polite.

As I was about to go ask the cashier at the front desk where was the energy drinks/soda isle, a poster captured my attention:

"The funnies!

If laughter's the best medicine, than your in luck!"

The poster kind of looked like those old circus promotional material, there was a huge smile in the center with yellow decayed teeth. Frankly, it looked more creepy than "Funny".

the cashier's voice snapped me out of whatever was going on.

"Hello, can I help you with antything?"

"Oh um, yes, sorry. I'm wondering where would be the energy drinks isle may be?" I responded

"Ah yes! Follow me, please." he then proceeded to get off his chair and lead me to the isle.

"well here we are! Remember, if you need anything, I, and other staff members can help you through your purchase!" he said, responding enthuiastically.

"Um, Thanks." I responded, a little uncomfortable by the sudden loud tone.

the staff member repeated the same words, staying Idle, not moving a muscle.

"well here we are! Remember, if you need anything, I, and other staff members can help you through your purchase!" the man repeated again, but in a more agressive way.

"O-okay man, I get it. Can you stop please?" I responded, but with a firmer tone.

"well here we are! Remember, if you need anything, I, and other staff members can help you through your purchase!" The Idle employee screamed, his jaw stretching to an inhumane capacity

I quickly grabbed the things I needed: Energy drinks and some Mountain dew and I went to the cash register, registered them myself then paid them. I booked it out of there afterwards.

"well that guy's a fucking creep." I told myself, relieved to be gone from the store.

after opening the door to my home, I started by putting the energy drink in the fridge and I simply started to drink the mountain dew.

I felt funny afterwards, dizzy, and I fell on the ground my eyes shutting down as I desperately tried to keep them open, I failed, and I woke up, 3 hours later, at 5 AM. The only reason why I woke up was because of her voice.

All I could hear was her whimpers and small little moans while I felt her clinging onto me, but how? She shouldn't be here in the first place. But I didn't care at the moment, I simply held her hand squeezed it hard, not wanting to let go.

I could see the self mutilation scars under her sleeves. she suffered enough. But why did she have to stay HERE and haunt me specifically? she always said I was the tiny bit of happiness in her life.

a while later, she stood up and went to my room, near my closet, watching the bed, staying Idle.

At this point, I felt like I was going coocoo for coco puffs, absolutely bonkers, how, could my dead gilrfriend, from 2 years ago, come back and haunt me?

The day later, I saw her again, but in my kitchen, she looked like she was gradually rotting. Like her once tan skin now became paler and paler, the smell became putrid. For a change of air, I gave her a quick peck on the neck from behind, and then went to the convenience store.

as I began walking near it. I could hear her voice, pleeding me not to go, perhaps to stay indoors, to do anything BUT come back again. she was now screaming and crying for me to get back. I couldnt do anything but come back there. to settle this.

the automatic doors opened.

The neon lights flickered as i walked into the store, then I felt an crushing amount of pain on my head and being dragged to some dark room with a big light brightening a chair.

"W-where am I?" I asked, now crying.

The hooded figures ignored me completely, Instead asking me another question.

"Isn't she Lovely?"

Before the lights shined on what remained of her. the noose still around her neck, her pale head with her long neck, she was atleast, 3 shaquille O' neal tall. (which we all know is extremely tall). her jaw opened and her long slender fingers started gripping the chair and slowly sliding me towards her, as the smiling people in cloaks started to chant some song in a langage i coulnt understand, and now. Here I am, now stuck in whatever the fuck this creature is' stomach. I Should have stayed home. Goodbye.

The title says it all!