{I drop a folder directly on top of whatever @OneEyeMenace is doing and lean my hip against the edge of her station.}
How attached are you to going home tonight?
{The look she gives me makes me grin before she even answers.}
Cool. Didn’t care.
{The folder belongs to a guy -
- lot. I look Mikey over, taking in whatever the hell she decided counts as blending in.}
You look terrifying.
{I nod once and hook my arm through hers.}
Perfect.
{I push through the door and spot him behind the bar before we’re three steps inside. His eyes land on Mikey -
Sulley. retweeted
Look terrifying, Mikey..
[I nod.]
Scare room 14.. a big cocky shit who say he don’t scare easily, sure pal. Sureeeee.
[I push through the door and head toward my station, already mentally preparing my opening line.
Then I hear it. —
— Jaymes P. “Sulley” Sullivan —
“May the best monster win.”
🚪 Monsters, Inc.
🏆 Top Scarer
🩵 Scare floor royalty
😈 Men’s worst nightmare
🧪 Scream pretty for me.
🐾 Don’t call me Kitty.
🌀 18+ RP | SLs + crossovers welcome
The guy in chair seven is laughing. Not nervous laughter either. He’s fully leaned back, looking around the room like somebody’s about to tell him he’s on a hidden camera show.
I glance at the clock. “Keep doing that. It makes this more fun.”
That gets his attention.
The -
- “No. I’m employee of the month.” Again, /technically/, but rubbing that part in feels tacky.
Another file is already waiting when I get back to the scare floor. I grab it, steal somebody’s coffee on my way past and flip it open.
Male. Thirty four. Four complaints from -



