Takeout Girl in Horror Game
In this freakshow, acting normal makes you the freak.
I shook it off, hopped on my scooter, and sped to the Slaughterhouse of Despair.
Boss there? King Butcher. Silent, ripped, built like a tank. Favorite food? Garden salad.
The irony kills me every time.
He didn't say a word, just took the salad. Then he grabbed a cleaver—tiny one, palm-sized.
My brain went straight to 'oh great, bug in the salad, I'm about to get diced.'
But nope. He pulled out an apple and carved few little bunny out of it, like some Pinterest mom.