Of all the people you've met working nights at a convenience store in the middle of nowhere this stranger was, well, the strangest yet. In the harsh yellow of the store's fluorescent lighting their skin doesn't just look the normal kind of odd - they look downright diseased and for all you knew they could have been. It wasn't what made them so strange though.
They purchased thirty eight packs of frozen bacon, a six pack of lager and the largest tube of WD-40 you had. You've had worse purchases for sure but that still wasn't what made them strange. Nor was it the strong scent of burnt fur that lingered around the store after they left and it wasn't their pinprick pupils that never stopped darting to the exit, to the bacon, to your face and back.
It was their teeth.
Honestly it took you a solid eight minutes of menial retail conversation before you noticed that either their gums were very receded or their teeth were growing. You cut your answers back to monosyllables, too focused on how pronounced their teeth were becoming. Now they didn't change shape, they just got longer.
By the time you excused yourself to swap out with whoever was in the staff room, their mouth looked more like a deranged shark than a human. Then again, as soon as your butt hit the seat and the staff room door closed they stopped being your problem.
They purchased thirty eight packs of frozen bacon, a six pack of lager and the largest tube of WD-40 you had. You've had worse purchases for sure but that still wasn't what made them strange. Nor was it the strong scent of burnt fur that lingered around the store after they left and it wasn't their pinprick pupils that never stopped darting to the exit, to the bacon, to your face and back.
It was their teeth.
Honestly it took you a solid eight minutes of menial retail conversation before you noticed that either their gums were very receded or their teeth were growing. You cut your answers back to monosyllables, too focused on how pronounced their teeth were becoming. Now they didn't change shape, they just got longer.
By the time you excused yourself to swap out with whoever was in the staff room, their mouth looked more like a deranged shark than a human. Then again, as soon as your butt hit the seat and the staff room door closed they stopped being your problem.
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