Time to say goodbye to your parents, you try to hold back the excitement of having the house to yourself for the weekend. "Ok sweetie, we'll only be gone for three days but don't worry I got Mark to come over and watch you! You guys are going to have so much fun" As your mom says this your jaw literally drops "I don't need a babysitter, I'm 15 for fucks sake!!!" "Peter Joseph Handlemen! How dare you use that type of language, just for that he'll be staying over the whole time!" With that she slams the door and you curse yourself.
"Me and my big mouth..." You head outside to wave your parents goodbye and check the mail. Your parents drive off without even noticing you, and as you look into the mailbox you notice a package. "Strange I didn't order anything.." You take it out and look at the address and notice its for your creepy next door neighbor "I should really go give this to him, but I wonder what kind of stuff he buys".
Back inside your living room you tear open the package and see it's nothing but a small remote, similar to a remote start for a car "Haha I wonder if I can mess with him a bit and start his car from here". You head over to the window and aim the remote at the car, press the green button and.......nothing happens.
"Damn, I guess he has to register it to his car or AHHHHHHHH!!!" You suddenly feel like you are falling, and falling the sensation was way to much and you eventually pass out.
You only awake because of a loud booming sound "YO PETER, IT'S ME MARK" "Mark what the fuck are you yelling fo....." You trail off as you see Mark enter your house, he's unbelievably huge. Still trying to pice together what happened to you, you just stand there in shock and watch him.
"PETER?" He starts scanning the room, "MAYBE HE'S UPSTAIRS, OH ALMOST FORGOT" He bends down and slips his well worn vans off his feet. Your parents had a "no shoes on the carpet" rule. Once he's done he stands there for a moment and wiggles his socked toes, you can see fog forming around his feet on the tile from the heat and sweat and the smell was horrible! Mark usually had bad foot odor but nothing like this!!
"PETER, YOU UPSTAIRS?" He calls out and begins to walk to the stairs...right where you are!
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