The bell above the store rings softly as a group of goths step into the store and begin speading out to look around. "Oh god. I hope these guys don't cause any trouble." You think to yourself as a chubby goth girl in a Twilight t-shirt walks up and puts a bag of gummi bears on the counter. "Do you sell rope here... or chains?" You give her a strange look and make sure your hand is ready to hit the alarm if these people try anything. "Umm... no, sorry. We don't really have anything like that here." You reply, while trying your best to not sound suspicious. "Oh, that's okay honey, this'll be all then. Maybe you could even come to our party later, I would LOVE to have someone like YOU there." She says with a sly smile as she walks back over to one of her friends. You shiver as you fight the urge to say something back to her. She looked like she could be as young as FOURTEEN and she acted like she was hitting on you. Didn't her parents teach her any better then that? You are just about to turn away and ignore these people when a tall man with a spikey haircut walks up to the counter... and just stares at you.
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