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AFD at the Gas Station (update)

April 1st. 12:20 PM


Well that didn’t take long.


Here it is, barely scratching the surface of our annual day of mischief, and things have already gone stupid.


It started just before midnight with a customer wandering the store, wearing an outfit made entirely of cardboard boxes and packing tape. To be honest, it was a decently impressive example of ritalin-abuse ingenuity (ritalingenuity?). The arms and legs were made from the long, skinny packages you use to mail posters. The chest and feet were a bit more square, giving him a poor-Voltron vibe. His helmet was pulled up on his head like a hat. Not sure if it was just a courtesy to show his face, or if the eyeholes weren’t big enough for him to see what he was shopping for. Or maybe he just really wanted to share his Covid with me. He was open mouth wet-coughing all over the aisles, after all.


Eventually, he found what he was looking for--a bottle of bleach, and brought it up to the counter. While I waited for his card to run, the man calmly opened the bottle and took a sip right in front of me.


As I handed him his receipt, he squinted at my nametag and said, “Thank you, Jack… Uh, can I ask you a question?”


“I’d simply love it if you didn’t,” I responded.


“Would you, off the top of your head, know how much postage it would take to mail a package to the White House? Like, say, two hundred pounds, give or take?”


“That would be a question for somebody else.” I was feeling less-than-inclined to be helpful. Especially because, according to my watch, it was only 11:59 PM, which meant this guy was not pulling an early April fool’s prank. He was just the normal everyday kind of crazy.


That’s when the clock struck twelve, and everything changed…


The lights flickered off, then back on. The sound of dull chimes filled the room, one after the other. The front door slammed open and a deep fog rolled in. The crazy box man sipped his bleach and stared out at the darkness until the chiming came to a stop… A dozen chimes in total. And then he walked into the store, dragging long chains behind him, arms stretched out in front of himself as he moaned like a zombie that had just stubbed its toe.


“Dammit, Jerry!” I yelled. “We had a truce! No more April fool’s day pranks!”


“Who’s this clown?” asked Box-man.


“That’s Jerry,” I explained. “My roommate.” It really says a lot when you’re able to make the bleach-drinking madman raise an eyebrow and call you a clown. But if anyone can make such an impression, it’s Jerry.


“Whooooooo Ooooooo Oooooooo!” he moaned as he crossed towards us, stopping momentarily to pick up his chains and rattle them in the air.


“You’re, uh, really committing to the bit this year, aren’t you?”


At this point, Box Man excused himself and shuffled out the door into the soupy cloud of fog.


“I AM NOOOTTT THE ONE THEY CALL JERRYYY…” (More chain rattling for emphasis.)


“Alright, fine, I’ll bite,” I said. “Who are you, then?”


“I am the Great Hok-Shew, God of Mischief!”


“Hok-Shew?”


“Gesundheit.”


“Jerry,” I said as I rubbed my eyes. “You told me you couldn’t work today because you tested positive for Covid. Which means you either lied in order to put together this elaborate ruse after I specifically asked you not to, or you were telling the truth and you just exposed me to your cooties. Either way, I’m pissed.”


“Nooot Jerryyy…”


“Hok-Shew.”


“‘The Great’ Hok-Shew,” he corrected, suddenly losing his spooky accent. “Please do not forget my title.”


“Go home,” I said. “Before I kick your ass.”


A frown crept across his face. “Who are you?” he asked. “I came for the one they call Jack. You are not him.”


“I’ve lost the thread here. What’s the joke even supposed to be? Are you, like, a ghost or something? And where did all that fog come from? Is that stuff safe to breathe?”


“Where is Jack?” he asked, dropping his chains and crossing his arms stubbornly.


“Are you serious right now?” I asked. “I mean, I honestly can’t tell if you’re joking or not. We’ve known each other for how many years?”


He shook his head. “We’ve never met.”


“Because you’re not Jerry, right? You’re the Great Hok-Shew, God of Mischief.”


“That is correct.”


I decided it was time to play along.


“Okay, your majesty. If you are the god of mischief, then why do you look like my roommate?”


“I am only allowed to speak to Jack.”


“I am Jack!” I shouted (maybe a bit too loudly).


“Oh, really?” He took a pair of glasses out of his front pants pocket and put them on his face. With a judgemental look, he let out a long “Hmmm…” then added after a pregnant pause, “you don’t look anything like I was expecting. I thought you’d be taller.”


“Well, I am sitting down.”


“Do you have any identification?”


“That depends, do you have a God-of-Mischief warrant?” I suddenly realized how silly it was to even try and defend myself. “Now hang on a second. If you are the God of Mischief-”


“*A* god of mischief. Not *The* God of Mischief. Little ‘g.’”


“Oh, mischievous and humble? Not a common combination. Okay, if you are ‘a’ god of mischief, then why do you look like my roommate?”


“I come to you in a form that you can most comfortably comprehend. This visage of a ghost is meant to remind you of your own pending mortality.”


“But Jerry isn’t dead… I mean, he had to be resuscitated one time after he nearly drowned in a koi pond, but I don’t know if that counts.”


“I’ll be perfectly honest with you, Jack. There weren’t that many good options. We looked at all of the possible dead people from your past, and apparently almost all of them tried to kill you at some point. We spirits try not to take the form of someone that won’t send you running for the hills.”


“So are you a spirit or a god?”


“Don’t overthink it.”


“Okay, let’s say I believe you. Why are you visiting me?”


“It has come to our attention that you do not understand the true importance of the season. You’ve lost your way, and need to be reminded why this holiday matters.”


“How did it ‘come to your attention’?”


“We saw it on your blog.” He gestured at the laptop open on my counter. “Believe it or not, most of the deities in the cosmic finite singularity are followers of your blog.”


“Really?”


“Yeah, we think that shit is hilarious.”


“Thanks?”


He raised his hands dramatically. A bolt of lightning cracked loudly just outside the building. Thunder reverberated around the room as he screamed in an inhuman voice, “ENOUGH PHILOSOPHISING!” At this point, much to my surprise, he began floating into the air. The chains around him hovered like tentacles behind his body, and his eyes turned plain white. “JACK, HEAR MY WORDS!”


“Okay?”


“TONIGHT, YOU SHALL BE VISITED BY THREE SPIRITS.”


“Three spirits including you?”


“WHAT? NO! THREE ADDITIONAL SPIRITS. COME ON, THINK ABOUT IT. I SAID ‘SHALL BE.’ IF I WERE INCLUDED, I WOULD HAVE SAID ‘SHALL HAVE BEEN.’”


“There’s no way that’s correct.”


“SHUT UP.”


“Sorry.”


“ONCE WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES ONE. ANOTHER WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TWO. AND THE THIRD AT THE STROKE OF THREE.”


Electricity crackled from the tip of his finger as he extended his left hand and pointed it at my face. “YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. NOW LOOK TO ME NO LONGER! I MUST WANDER!”


He glided through the air towards the open door, but then his hovering chains got caught on the sides of the frame. I waited as he finagled the ghostly appendages through the doorway one at a time, carefully but awkwardly. When he finally got all the way through, he let out a victorious laugh and floated away into the foggy night. The doors slammed shut, and that’s when I began this journal entry.


It’s not out of the range of possibility for Jerry to have orchestrated such an elaborate plan, but I’ve got a pretty good feeling I’m in for some stranger things to come before this night is over.


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GigiMomalysha
GigiMomalysha
Apr 01, 2023

Haha this is wonderful, thank you so much!!!

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Alicia
Alicia
Apr 01, 2023

This is absolutely what my insomnia riddled mind needed at 11:03 p.m. PST. Can’t wait for the rest :)

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Rowan Sapsorrow
Rowan Sapsorrow
Apr 01, 2023

Hoping I can fight against the sleep meds long enough to enjoy the ride this night will

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