So I wanted to bring in a new character to the Town but couldn't think of a place to put his story before he came to the Town, so I wrote a very short story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also a fun game is trying to guess which parts are based off myself. There are quiet a few since the basic idea behind this guy is what would happen if I was in Town, without breaking the 4th wall.
There was a man named Shawn. You may have passed Shawn on the street, you may have gone to school with him, worked with him, eaten at a restaurant Shawn was in, but you wouldn’t have noticed him. Not that Shawn would mind you noticing him, why would you, he is just an average guy and used to not being noticed. So why am I telling you about Shawn, because his life was about to become a lot less average, much to his dismay.
It started with an early Friday, something Shawn always liked and often took when the boss wasn’t paying attention. But this early Friday was an entirely bossed sanctioned early Friday. So Shawn figured he would go and surprise his girlfriend by showing up early for their dinner date, so he stopped at a florist and picked up some flowers and headed over to her apartment.
Now there is a general rule about not showing up to surprise friend of the opposite sex, but Shawn felt confidant since they had been dating for five months now. They were planning on moving in together as soon as their leases run out on their current places. Shawn often wondered how he was lucky enough to have found someone like Erin, that is his girlfriend in case you hadn’t guessed.
So he climbed up the stairs and opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. He froze as he heard the noises coming from Erin’s bedroom. He recognized the sounds, he and Erin had made them together on occasion when the mood took them. These were the sounds two adults made when they were in a room together, but their clothes weren’t. Shawn felt as if he was kicked in the chest by a horse.
Shawn wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, ideas ran through his head about what he should do. He pictured himself storming into the room full of indignant rage yelling at Erin and whoever else was in there. He dismissed this idea, he didn’t feel any rage right now, and didn’t feel like acting. He thought about blundering in their and letting them see his shock, for shocked he was, but he didn’t really want to see what was going on in that bedroom. So without a word he set the flowers on the table by the door, and pulled out his keys and took the key to Erin’s apartment of his ring and set it next to the flowers. And as quietly as possible he slipped back out the door, he saw no reason to ruin the rest of their afternoon. He headed back to his place to numb himself.
Now Shawn didn’t get drunk all that often, but he was a social drinker, and had a decent stock of numbing agent at his apartment. So for the first time in a long time he started to drink all by himself, and didn’t stop till he ran out of drink to drink. Sometime in the fog that was that weekend Shawn got a call from Erin, it didn’t take long and went like this.
Erin: Shawn, I’m sorry. I- (Long Pause) I want to explain.
Shawn: I understand, you finally figured out what I was knew all along, you’re too good for me.
Erin: *Quiet crying*
Shawn: Look I just found a small bottle of either gin or mouthwash from some hotel. I’m going to investigate closer. I l… I’ll see… Bye.
When Monday morning rolled around Shawn woke up feeling like someone broke all the empty bottles of all the alcohol he had drank, which were quiet numerous, in the past two days. But despite this he rolled out of his bed and got ready and went into work for the day.
Shawn had been working in sales despite having a degree in theatre. He spent 8 hours a day on the phone selling candy to fill vending machines. Sometimes he found a moment or two where he enjoyed his job. Mainly when he knows someone will definitely not buy anything he can start bullshiting about the candy and all its qualities. One time he spent nearly half an hour explaining the subtle reasons why the Snickers bar was one of the best candy bars available. But most of the time he finds it incredibly boring.
So when he came into work the Monday he wasn’t very happy with the idea of spending 8 hours with little to do but sit around thinking about Erin and wondering why she cheated on him, and feeling sorry for himself. He thought to himself that he would rather do anything to not be there, but there he was still at work. After about an hour of filling out some paperwork he got called into the bosses’ office, because the universe is full of irony.
So Shawn walks into the office and sits down with a fake smile on his face. The two of them exchange some pointless pleasantries Shawn’s boss starts to talk in the odd sort of cooperate double talk that doesn’t really mean anything so Shawn tuned him out and thought about the motivational poster above the bosses head. But then Shawn picks up on phrases like “re-energizing the staff” and “shifting personal standards to fit the updated mission of the company” he started to pay more attention, and just in time. “I’m afraid Shawn that we have to let you go.” Shawn had a very distinct response to this. He blinks a couple of times then breaks out in laughter.
“You could have told me an hour ago and saved me the trouble of sitting around.” Shawn stands up and takes his bosses hand in his and shakes it. “Have a nice life.” Then he turns and walks out of the office, getting some odd stares from his co-workers. He turns to them. “Don’t worry about it just got fired. And guys were going out drinking, and you’re buying.”
Now when Shawn got drunk this weekend, that was because he was depressed and didn’t want to feel. Some people might think that is what his plan was for this night, but they would be wrong. No getting fired actually didn’t upset Shawn at all, he was drinking in preparation. You might have heard bad things come in threes; well Shawn was drinking to get ready for the third disaster.
The Third Disaster
And so the night passed and Shawn remembers very little of it. It went by in a blur of shots and more shots. He woke up and figured out that he wasn’t in his apartment and remembers that he stayed the night at a friend’s house that was within stumbling distance of the pub. He gets up and stretches out and spots his friend passed out on the floor, nice of him to give up the couch. He puts on his shoes and then finds his right sock. He shrugs and stuffs it in his pocket and heads out of the building and started to walk home.
As he walked he started to consider what exactly the third disaster could be. He considered a death, possibly a family member, he had a brother and his mom was still around. He tried his best not to think that, plus since the second disaster was not as bad as the first maybe the disasters were becoming less. Maybe he would get evicted, that would be moderately bad, but he probably wouldn’t be able to afford the place for much longer without his job for awhile. Or it could be… wait a second, what is that pressing into his back, is that a…? Yes there is definitely a gun pressing against his back.
”Move into the alley or I blow you away.” Yes a voice of a mugger, a gun, this had to be the third disaster. Shawn couldn’t help but smile as he complied with the gunman. This wasn’t so bad; he only had about 20 bucks in his wallet. “Right now give me all your money, keys, watch. Everything.”
Shawn slowly empties his pockets and passes them back to the mugger. And then he feels rough hands shoving him forward and Shawn notices the large black dot in front of him. He wonders for about two seconds what it could be before he falls into the open manhole.
Shawn had always had a fear of falling. He often claimed this was because his mother once fell down the stairs while pregnant with him. He’s worst nightmares all included falling. He always woke before he hit the ground but the fear of just falling still haunted him. As he feel down the manhole he thought that he seemed to be falling for a long time, maybe his mind was playing tricks with him but it seemed like he was falling for hours before he finally hit the ground with a crunch, and he blacked out.
When he wakes up he groans and looks around, after noticing the fact that he is lying in a pool of water with a rock situated in the perfect spot to stab into the middle of his back he notices the ladder to the surface is laying on the ground next to him. He groans again because it seems like a good idea and sits up. He slowly gets up and heads off down a tunnel hoping to find another manhole to get out of. He pulls out his lighter to help him see, he isn’t a smoker he just likes fire and is always prepared.
He smiles as the tunnel stretches out into a room so he doesn’t have to duck down anymore. Sometimes he wished that he wasn’t so tall, 6’3”, but then he has to reach something on the top shelf. He spots a door on the other side of the room and frowns. He frowns because this door seemed very out of place. It looked very old but still sturdy, the wood covered in intricate molding. It looked like it should be in some ancient castle or something, not in the sewer.
Shawn tries the handle only to find it locked. He frowns and considers turning back but decides that he can try to break it down. He takes a couple of steps back and runs into it smashing his shoulder into it. The end result, one hurt shoulder. He slumps down against the door with a sigh. “Well this sucks.” And with that the door swings open and he falls backwards into the darkness.
I enjoyed reading that, quite interesting. I liked the three business and those were definitely bad things to happen to him. I want to read more.
Very nice. I, too, enjoyed reading it.
I'm not sure that I want to know how much is based on actual events, however.
I don't think I'll guess at the RL-based parts, though I do have some idea.