It Was A Mistake To Give Me Internet Access - Tumblr Posts

You knew it was only a matter of time before the time came.

They came for you while you were walking home from work. Threw a bag over your head, slapped cuffs on your wrists, and threw you into the back of a van. The ride is bumpy and fast; one of them has a foot wedged against your side to hold you down on the floor. It hurts, but you know that complaining won't change a thing.

The ride is over eventually. They haul you up. You're tossed over someone's thick, beefy shoulder and taken somewhere. Inside, based on the crunch of gravel giving way to the slap of shoes against wood.

You are roughly plopped down into a chair, and the bag is finally removed. You've been placed in a nicely furnished office. It's dimly lit by light slanting in through a blind-covered window. It gives the room a dusky atmosphere and obscured nearly everything. Before you is the vague block of a desk, and behind it, the blob of a chair.

You remember this office.

This is where you had to beg for more time to pay back your loan. It was humiliating, but it worked. It won't work this time. Your heart begins to pound, because you know why you're here.

Time is up.

The chair creaks loudly as it turns around. A chill runs down your spine as a hand reaches out to click on the desk lamp. The light blinds you for a moment, and as you blink and squint your eyes, you see white-gloved fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the desk. Your gaze trails up the arm, past the crooked mustache and large nose, to the cold, merciless eyes that was staring into your very soul.

It's him. Waluigi.

The Waa-father.