North America / Illinois / South Side Chicago (Behind McDonald's): January 8th, 1984.
It was a beautiful day for the world. The birds were chirping their songs as mankind went about their daily routines with smiles on their faces at beauty of the city, but also sad looks on their faces at the horror of it whether it be financially, emotionally or physically, yet if you were to look closely in Illinois, south of chicago at a bustling mcdonalds. To be more specific, behind it. You can see a handsome 6'1 young man with dark brown eyes, a dark, warm brown skin tone, a oval-oblong shaped bearded face and low taper faded dark brown hair with a little pot belly and flabby arms in a black mcdonalds uniform and keys at the right side of his pants.
The atmosphere extremely tense.
(Robert's POV)
"Boring as hell." I said underneath my breath as I watched the old man leave and scream at the sky.
The alley was silent.
I glanced up at the sky and stared at it silently for a moment.
"How did I get here again…oh right. I was killed by a cosplaying man for doing a little nice good deed" I thought while staring right up at the cloudy sky.
I pulled out a very thin cigar out of my pocket and put it into my mouth while lighting it.
*Flick*
I iInhaled deeply a couple of times fir a long moment.
I exhaled a large cloud of smoke from out of my nose
"Hah…this is the stuff. I feel relaxed with this good stuff." I said calmly as I looked dow at the thin cigar in my left hand.
I might have already introduced myself before but I will anyway again.
My name is edward john king and I was your most average 40 year jobless man doing what all normal and average people do. My daily routine. It consisted of eating , shitting and working out, sleep and get up for another day again and and repeat the very demanding schedule that led me to my death.
I died. Quickly. Painlessly. From a freak.
But it wasn't the end as I woke in a new body.
A famous pedophile. A currently 17 year old male body in the 1984, south side of chicago. This man had a choice, decisions to make with a bad childhood but instead chose to make bad ones in his own life despite being compensated massively with a good future and talent.
Robert sylvester kelly.
Which brings me to my or should I say our current situation in the year of 1984 of january 8th.
I tried during these past 2 years. I really have but trying doesn't achieve or fix shit in terms of fate or destiny with what this body is meant to do.
1. I went to all the mcdonalds that I could find and made myself presentable for hire, only to get rejected and ended up searching for other places to get hired at and stumbled upon this place in the hood, of course I got hired on the spot.
2. I financially secured myself and get a 314 social security check every month. I cheated the system and it was surprisingly easy, all I had to do was mark down that I am seventeen. Poor. Disabled due to epilepsy.
Limited work capacity and low or no countable income. But in reality I am working, moving around, managing mcdonald's, and gaming the department so the income does not properly hit my disability case. So narratively, my setup is to mcdonald's I work there.To social security I am a poor disabled teenager with epilepsy. Free government oxygen. That means I can get 314/month SSI check, mcdonald's money, plus my side hustle.
Hey. We all do what we gotta do if you get the flow I'm moving to.
3. I met ashley a year ago while doing one of my many side hustle's at a park and we hit it off and went form there. I found out that she is actually saving up for college. I do love a good women with a brian and dream so me being me I brought out my game and got into the business.
4. I surprisingly got my ged this year and live at a privately owned apartment complex with ashley, of course I got my drivers license and own a black mustang, not the best but the most affordable and decent.
5. I explored the musical talent of this body an was Impressed, yes I was Impressed but also a little Irked at how someone can waste life In prison and let their childhood define who they are as an adult. I guess not everyone is fortunate and their brain wires work differently.
"But all this means nothing because I still see all the massive red flags." I said calmly with a sigh.
1. Despite my appearance women seem too like throwing themselves at my me and say strange things like how no rules apply to me so you can do anything you want since you're the greatest.
2. Little girls seem to always lose their parents and come into McDonalds asking where they are. Very disgusting that fate has fetishes like this.
3. I sing at strip clubs as a side hustle but a talent scout seems to always find itself in the audience coincidentally, at this point it can't be a damn coincidence anymore after 22 times.
4. I always end up in sexual situations where I have more power over a woman to the point it seems like I'm about to (R) them and to make it worse they always apologize like I did them wrong since the very beginning.
5. I always seem to have bad luck with things in general like a villain halo. I can't out it into a simpler way but say I walk down a street and trip over a rock, you expect just a scratch on your knee but instead break your spine. This is what I meant.
I Inhaled from the cigar and exhaled while saying calmly as I rubbed my beard "I can't keep avoiding fate…no instead of avoiding I can just live in the rot by surviving inside of it."
"Seems like I'll have to go in the direction that you keep trying so hard to push me toward." I said while putting out the cigar and looking up at the sky again.
I held my right hand up at it for a moment and clenched my right hand into a fist.
*BRRRRFFFFT*
The alley was absolutely silent.
A smell lingered and started to form.
I put the cigar away and thought as I started heading back inside "I gotta take a dump"
*Boom*
Not noticing that a hooded man was standing and watching me far from the entrance of the alley.
The black hooded figure turned and left.
THE END…