Godfall

Chapter 7 - He protec, He attac, But most importantly, He takes care of the cash stac.

Cleaning the store's floor wasn't exactly the purview of my job. But apparently. Neither was peeing on it, so that's that. As I was scrubbing the floor, a light flashed from outside the store. It reminded me of that fateful day when I had fallen. The clouds parting, a flash of light and boom. I was gone. I looked up expectantly, hoping to see another of my kind. I personally hoped it was Atheism because I had a major bone to pick with her. Maybe I'd use my special move.

And pee all over her.

Weird flex but ok.XD. (I did say that I'm quite often associated with creepy fetishes didn't I?)

That would be sweet!

Or salty, to be more accurate, but let's not go there.

Anyway, that would definitely make my day and I really needed something to go in my direction after all that had happened lately.

However. On looking up while scrubbing the floor, instead of dark haired, porcelain skinned Atheism, I found a teenager with a phone, chuckling to himself as he clicked away. He noticed me looking in his direction and raised his hand and lifted his little finger.

....

The world wide symbol for "I need to take a piss." or just, "Pee."

....

Remind me. Why did I make teenagers again? Actually did I even make them to begin with? How the F.u.c.k did they get here?

Two more teenagers joined his side and started cl.i.c.k.i.n.g pictures.

They were like c.o.c.kroaches, these teenagers. F.u.c.kers will probably make another meme of me scrubbing the floor.

I wondered what the caption would be of this one, maybe-

"After effects of stopping a robbery with your pee."

or

"When you're getting rid of the evidence but the whole world has already seen everything."

I sighed. Fame was a double edged sword, on one hand I was getting famous. But at the same time, I realized there's a thin line of difference between famous and infamous.

After scrubbing I went back to my real job. Back to being a god. Or so I'd like to claim but for now, I was the god of cashiers at most. (〒︿〒)

The c.o.c.kroac--- I mean teenagers were still taking pictures, I didn't know what kind of meme would come out of an honest man working the cash registry.....

"He protec, he attac but most importantly. He takes care of the cash stac"?

Lol, you thought I was a god so I didn't have any meme knowledge didn't you? But on the contrary, I was a god, so I had the most meme knowledge. I had all the time in the world. And all the means. Had yes. Now I didn't even have a phone. (〒︿〒)

I was desperately waiting for my first paycheck, which might have quite a few bucks missing because of this peeing fiasco. I'm just happy the manager didn't fire me. He probably realized that there's no such thing as bad publicity. The teenagers, gotten bored now came inside bought ch.i.p.s, coke and some other snacks, snickered at me while paying and left. Proving that the manager was right.

That baldy sure knew his stuff.

He must've thought that teens who'd come to make fun of me would eventually end up buying something or the other.

You know how zoos advertise about any weird animals they have and a lot of people go to check them out. Laughing at it, taking pictures. Ever imagined how that poor animal felt?

Yeah, that's how I was feeling right now. From a god who had it all, I had fallen so low that I was being used as PR material by the manager of a f.u.c.k.i.n.g convenience store.

Anyway, my shift was nearing it's end and the door of the store was pushed open by heavy muscular arms. Arms belonging to only one person I knew.

Brutus.

I really didn't have the patience to deal with him right now. I was at a low place and I might be an ex-god, I might be making jokes about it, but it never felt good to be laughed at. No matter who it is.

Brutus had a serious expression on, however, and there wasn't the usual cheerful "Mama!" either from his end. I quietly went to the store room at the back and changed as Brutus rook care of the cash registry.

I came out and was walking towards the exit when I passed in front of the cash register. And from over the entire table, two tall muscular arms swooned over my head wrapped me in a tight hug and Brutus pulled me in. I was slightly shocked at first and dumbfounded, unable to say anything. Then I came back to my senses and started protesting. I thought this was just Brutus being Brutus. The hug was tight, but something about it was soft. Warm even.

Brutus pat me on the back twice and let me go.

His hands before retreating back to behind the aisle of the cash register sat on my shoulder and he looked me in the eye. "Take care mom." He said, in a flat voice. As if this was an everyday conversation we had.

Classic Brutus.

I turned around quietly and left the store. I didn't know what that was. And trust me, being a god, there were very few things I didn't know.

I didn't know what that was, but whatever it was.

I really needed that.

Silently thanking Brutus, I headed home. Or Devy's home to be more accurate but let's not go there.

Devy had made me a spare key and as he had Walmart duty right now, I used it and opened the door.

The first thing that hit me was the odour. It smelled like shit in here. Or piss to be more exact. I scrunched up my face and pinched my nose.

As I stepped in, I found the source of the odour.

The entire apartment was covered in the same champagne that I was lying in this morning. Not completely the same of course. After all, this wasn't my high quality, godly champagne.

But the question was, whose was it?

My first suspect was the cat. This wouldn't be the first time that little twerp had given me a champagne related problem. But seeing Ketchup rolled up in a corner, clearly also bothered by the smell, the culprit was clear.

This wasn't a random incident. This was revenge.

How did I know? Well of course, I had great detective abilities. They called me Sherlock Holmes back in the day.

Or it might've just been the note lying on Devy's bed that literally read "This is revenge." But either way, it was obvious who did it.

"Meow," mewed Ketchup.

"That f.u.c.k.i.n.g robber." I replied.

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