Parker Anderson

My name is Parker Anderson. I enjoy wasting time, waiting to the last minute, and complaining about how tired I because of staying up late due to waiting to the last minute.

 

“I’m retiring soon,” he stated with calm resolution, “And I want you to replace me as the face of this business.”

My jaw dropped; with one sentence, he had just given me everything I had ever wanted. And the only thing I could stammer out was a meek, “Th…Thank you.”

“Oh trust me, it’s not everything it’s cracked up to be.”

His mouth opened but no words came out. His skin stretched. A black slimy form slowly crawled out. It grabbed me and ripped my jaw open, forcing its full body into mine, the writhing creature squeezing itself into its new suit.

I felt my mouth move as I said, “See, nobody really wants to be the boss.”

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