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*holding both hands to the sides of my temple, struggling and sweating. A hotdog (no bun) levitates in front of my face*

Aaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhhh-

*The hotdog rockets forward past my face, splattering on the wall behind me*

*places another hotdog in front of you*

Again.

The End of The World by Skeeter Davis, but it’s really the end of the world  ;  nuclear explosions and sirens could be heard even though you’re deep underneath the ground, in a vault. Someone unironically played his tape, but you couldn’t figure out who is that, nor anyone bothers to turn it off.