r/internet_funeral • u/TerminaterTeal • 1d ago
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r/internet_funeral • u/NyanRadscorpion • Aug 20 '19
Death at 1:30 AM
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It’s exactly 1:30 am, you're standing outside of a Taco Bell in some far off highway town. Its pitch dark, the only light is coming from the Mexican flavored hellhole inside. End of the line. It smells like rubber melding with asphalt. The coolness of the autumn air fills your lungs and brings a sharpness to your head. In the distance you hear the sonorous rumble of a motorcycle as it rips across the unseen horizon, carrying its rider to a place with light and humanity. The lock of your car and the droning of the fluorescent lights are the only things reassuring you that you're even still alive. You can hear your footsteps on the pavement as you approach the surreal neon cavern of sub par meat and spicy flavors. As you open the door, a chime alerts the employees to your presence, although they seem unfazed. The cashier looks almost dead, he’s an older man, maybe in his 40s. Your stomach grumbles, you can’t even remember the last meal you ate that wasn’t cheap, prepackaged ramen. You manage to ignore the grungy vibe of the so called restaurant and make your way up to the cashier. “Welcome to Taco Bell, how can I help you” the figure at the counter says, with a disturbingly monotone and robotic voice. You open your mouth to make an order, but your mind blanks, a panic rushes over you. “Uhhhhh…” you say as your eyes scan the menu. The words mesh together, like a storm of turquoise, orange, purple, and white. Your eyes fall onto something that seems moderately appetizing. You choke on your words at first, and the cashier gets visibly impatient. The words then tumble out of your mouth, “One Taco Supreme please”. The man punches the order into the register, right before muttering “Just before my smoke break” under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear above the sound of the lights. You step back, into the lobby to wait for your “food”. You feel a twinge on the back of your neck, as if something was watching you. You swing around, and you see them. They’re staring directly at you, straight into your eyes. They stand tall, at least 6’7”. They are almost impossibly skinny, as if their insides were vacuum sealed to their skin. They are only wearing a pair of dark jeans, not even shoes. You try to play it off, “Maybe they were just staring into space” you think to yourself futility. The humanoid makes its way to the counter, an inhuman smile appears on its face as it approaches the counter. The employee is visibly shaken by the sight, trying his best to keep his composure. The thing makes its order, and sits down at a table across the lobby from you. It’s smile still on its face as it looks directly at you. You stare back in a futile attempt to scare it off. That’s when you realize that it was looking at you on purpose, the way a fox stares at a rabbit. You start to fidget with you hands, beginning to wish you had brought your phone. “How long does one taco take?” you ask yourself. Was it worth coming out here? Suddenly you hear ding as the cashier yells out “One Taco Supreme”. You rush to the bag, bolt out the door, and get into your old, beat up car. You start up your car and try to forget. You’ve got to keep going.
r/internet_funeral • u/Trash_Ferret • 3d ago
It’s important you answer that call.
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It’s really important.
