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Dallas was out of pizza.
Worse, Dallas was out driving snacks, his mega-gulp slushy nothing more but a bit of solid ice, sucked clean of every bit of flavor.
The oversized man, who insisted on wearing clothing large enough to use as a parachute, was still unfamiliar with the area, and driving to his hometown every other weekend to visit his parents since moving to Easthaven had done the silly man little good. He wasn't lost yet, but his phone lacked a proper signal to navigate him, and he had taken one too many detours in hopes of finding a gas station. For snacks, of course, snacks were the main issue for worry, having munched his way through an XL pizza with halal pepperoni (beef), mushroom, onion, bell pepper, and extra cheese, three sleeves of double stuffed Oreos, the leftovers he was supposed to save for his roommate, and several bags of loose candies, Dallas was not a proud man, just a hungry one.
When all hope seemed lost, Dallas recognized a sign and veered toward it, after using a proper turn signal, of course! An Orchard! Vaguely remembering the name from the market, where he snagged a barrel full of apple butter, Dallas drove the long road, hoping to see a familiar street or some wandering farmer to ask directions. Dallas didn't think he'd run into anyone, not that it was insanely late yet, but Dallas just assumed all farmers had to be in bed by 7 pm.
He saw someone.
Maybe?
Nope, definitely a person standing by a big tree, and Dallas stopped the car to squint at them in the dark. They weren't wearing overalls, so Dallas wasn't sure if they were a farmer or not, but one glance at his pile of devoured snacks, and Dallas felt he had no choice. Turning his car off and getting out was a bad time to remember Dallas was afraid of the dark, stepping off the road in the direction of the human, cupping his eyes like binoculars to see if they were a scarecrow. Dallas really hoped they weren't! A scarecrow sounded scary, the mere thought causing the 6-foot 4-inch man to jump when his ginormous boot crunched a leaf: he was frightened.
The bravest man in the world, Dallas walked closer to the stranger, who he could now confirm was not a scarecrow--or some vicious zombie with no jaw. It was a lady! And the lady was scooping up dirt? Confused, Dallas was second-guessing asking the dirt lady for directions, but when he turned to his car, the walk back seemed awfully scary so he pressed on.
Be brave, Dallas, the demons are more scared of you than you are of them. Right?
“Hey,” Dallas called out when he was in earshot, waving his arms gently to make himself visible so as to not frighten the lady gorilla gripping soil. “Do you work here? Or--like, live around here?”
Please say yes, Dallas thought to himself, and please do not eat his face or use his skin as a suit.
Dallas was out of pizza.
Worse, Dallas was out driving snacks, his mega-gulp slushy nothing more but a bit of solid ice, sucked clean of every bit of flavor.
The oversized man, who insisted on wearing clothing large enough to use as a parachute, was still unfamiliar with the area, and driving to his hometown every other weekend to visit his parents since moving to Easthaven had done the silly man little good. He wasn't lost yet, but his phone lacked a proper signal to navigate him, and he had taken one too many detours in hopes of finding a gas station. For snacks, of course, snacks were the main issue for worry, having munched his way through an XL pizza with halal pepperoni (beef), mushroom, onion, bell pepper, and extra cheese, three sleeves of double stuffed Oreos, the leftovers he was supposed to save for his roommate, and several bags of loose candies, Dallas was not a proud man, just a hungry one.
When all hope seemed lost, Dallas recognized a sign and veered toward it, after using a proper turn signal, of course! An Orchard! Vaguely remembering the name from the market, where he snagged a barrel full of apple butter, Dallas drove the long road, hoping to see a familiar street or some wandering farmer to ask directions. Dallas didn't think he'd run into anyone, not that it was insanely late yet, but Dallas just assumed all farmers had to be in bed by 7 pm.
He saw someone.
Maybe?
Nope, definitely a person standing by a big tree, and Dallas stopped the car to squint at them in the dark. They weren't wearing overalls, so Dallas wasn't sure if they were a farmer or not, but one glance at his pile of devoured snacks, and Dallas felt he had no choice. Turning his car off and getting out was a bad time to remember Dallas was afraid of the dark, stepping off the road in the direction of the human, cupping his eyes like binoculars to see if they were a scarecrow. Dallas really hoped they weren't! A scarecrow sounded scary, the mere thought causing the 6-foot 4-inch man to jump when his ginormous boot crunched a leaf: he was frightened.
The bravest man in the world, Dallas walked closer to the stranger, who he could now confirm was not a scarecrow--or some vicious zombie with no jaw. It was a lady! And the lady was scooping up dirt? Confused, Dallas was second-guessing asking the dirt lady for directions, but when he turned to his car, the walk back seemed awfully scary so he pressed on.
Be brave, Dallas, the demons are more scared of you than you are of them. Right?
“Hey,” Dallas called out when he was in earshot, waving his arms gently to make himself visible so as to not frighten the lady gorilla gripping soil. “Do you work here? Or--like, live around here?”
Please say yes, Dallas thought to himself, and please do not eat his face or use his skin as a suit.