"HOLY SHIT!" Edgar had woken up. For someone who was just on the verge of death, he seemed fine. "CHESTER, YOU PRICK. YOU NEARLY JUST KILLED ME!"
"Yeah, I did." Chester responded, with a smug face. Edgar was pissed off, so he walked towards Chester, before strangling him with the scarf. "LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT IT'S LIKE... THEN, MORAL-LESS BAST-"
Boom. The door went straight down. A pile of snowballs quickly melted onto the ground. Those snowballs, they came from the janitor, Gale's, gun. "What the Faaaaaaah-" He exclaimed, in a croaky voice, which was, oddly fitting for a 70 year old janitor, working minimum wage at a freezing hotel.
The duelists let go of one another, and in sync with the seconds, they responded with "We can explain!"
"Yer can explain. Ta yer bosses!" The old man ranted.
"What?" They all yelled, in shock.
"I kner you 2 work fur Griff" Gale pointed at Edgar and Collette. "And the uver 2, you work at Candyland! Now, shoo!"
They all dashed out, knowing that they probably had bad business. On both sides.
The Gift Shop Life: A Brawl S...
By Overk1ll368
This Fanfic tells the story of the well known gift shop trio, and how one slip-up can wreck a whole business... More