Kit Bashir's Post

I hadn’t really paid much attention to the gift voucher that my parents sent me for my last birthday. It was one of those prepaid debit card things that’s valid at a number of chain stores. There’s a scratch-off section on the back that reveals the PIN don’t-you-dare-say-number. I’d slipped it into my wallet and kind of forgotten about it.

Came across it today. Looking at the back I see the value ($30, we’re not big on extravagant gifts, my mum knows I’ll happily choose a book or a new item of clothing, whatever I need), the scratch-for-PIN window, an absolute asston of fine print and a second scratch window labeled “household cleaning”. Interesting, dunno what I can get for $30, maybe some windows cleaned. I skip the fine print and scratch…

*BAMF*. A cloud of smoke and an acrid smell. The smoke clears to reveal a figure. Black leather, red skin. Androgynous tending butch. Fucking pitchfork. “Um, hello?”.

“You summoned cleaning?” the figure asks. I’m handed a trash bag and a dustpan. “Get started!”

“Uh, I kind of thought you would do that”

My visitor twirls the pitchfork idly, and tilts it toward me. “Oh no, that’s not how this happens. Get to work!”

Well, this probably counts as something I need.

#Tootfic #MicroFiction #PowerOnStoryToot