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askcactus-gunman:

I need a dreenk..

Me too.

How about you treat? 

askhellschef:

((yo guys ima need you to read that readmore readmore readmore readmore post and give me an opinion. Like I im gonna make it anyway BECAUSE REASONS WERE SAID but im not sure if I should DROP IT here. I also have WAYYY to many blogs im runnin…. I have around… 8 blogs now so…. And I try to be active on all of them. :( I dont want to overkill myself ))

[[I’m prob the worst person to give an opinion on dropping but if you’re swamped with other blogs and are feeling a different muse more, then just go with the other muse. D: It’s really a decision that only you can make.

Also I didn’t mean to click “like” I’m sorry sodfhosdifh

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askhellschef:

He looked back at him for a moment, realizing he was tagging along. He stopped and waited for him to catch up. Phone was possibly more stubborn then he himself was. So it was no use in running or yelling at him to leave. Chef was tempted to bribe him to leave though, but he left his money in his room. Great…. “Making weird noises, make silly voices……. mmhmm… . totally professional…..” he teased with a grin “And… I left my hat in my room… For reasons not concerning you….” Sighing lightly he dug in his pockets and took out a cough drop, handing it to him. “Here take it…..you sound horrible…..unless that voice is an act too…..”

With a surprised expression, he grabbed the cough drop. After opening it and popping it into his mouth, he thought for a second. “You think I could use this voice?” He smirked at the thought. It’d definitely be a first for him to use a sick person act to get money but he could see it working. He made a mental note of it.

Phone sucked on the cough drop for a moment more before speaking. “Where are you going anyway?” It was a simple question, but he had been meaning to ask it the whole time he was walking. Though, considering Chef’s reluctance to even answer where his hat was, Phone began to doubt if he’d get a real answer. 

(Source: notascamservice)

askhellschef:

Chef jumped and instantly turned around, shoving the other against the tree. His knife pressing lightly against the red heads neck. “AND WHO ARE YOU TO JUST-” He stopped and looked at him closer. Then down. Then back up. He withdrew himself and stared at him. A sudden wave of disgust, concern and shock took over him “What are you….. UGHH…… I have no time for your games Phone……” He immediately turned back around to continue walking toward his destination.

Phone was taken aback by the sudden threat. The breath was knocked right out of him as he hit the tree and the blade at his throat made it ache even more; though that was mostly due to his shaking. He didn’t expect Chef to react so strongly…Wait, Chef? “Tch… It’s just you….” He muttered to himself, hoping it was someone not so used to his tactics. 

When he was released, Phone fixed his jacket and put a hand where the blade almost sliced him with a frown. He coughed a few more times, then decided to follow Chef as he walked. There was nothing better to do, after all. And besides, the way he seemed so determined about…. something made Phone curious. “That wasn’t a game! It was… a serious business practice.”  His voice cracked and he winced. “Hey, where’s your hat? I hardly recognized ya from behind….” 

(Source: notascamservice)

askhellschef:

The hotel chef opened the front doors of the hotel and sighed. He had a scarf rapped around his neck, knife was in his gloved hands and a thicker jacket on, but his hat was not in sight. Without his hat he felt bare, but he knew it was best to not take it outside during this weather. Cold winds could come by at any given moment, and he would hate to be ‘put out’ outside of the house.

With a shiver, he walked down the path given. Not paying attention to the graves or the skeletons he walked past… He needed to get something… Something important…

The sound of the front doors opening caught Phone’s attention. He perked up for a second and spotted a person walking down the path in front of him. The figure seemed familiar, yet different as all he could make out was blond hair. Is that a new guest? He thought to himself while standing up and following for a short while. If it’s someone new, I can get money out of them somehow. With only a shabby plan in mind, he side stepped to a nearby tree.

“Hey there big bo—” Within seconds, his voice cracked and hit a strange pitch. He coughed, trying to force the lump out of his throat but it was to no avail. His cover was blown.

(Source: notascamservice)

You’re locked in a room with ____. What do you do?

(Source: askboxmemes)