He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible...
Fun With Prompts 006
The following story is based off of the simple prompt: “He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible”, with the rest being everything originally created.
He had enjoyed ten years of being totally irresponsible. Then, the fun stopped. As he stared down at the cubicle of his doom, he realized that he should have been a little wiser with the money that he so haphazardly released into the world. He did nothing but waste. Sure, it was an absolute blast, and he got to bring his friends along on the wildest adventures...but nothing is worth this entrapment.
No, this menial office job is surely what will be the death of him. There is nothing in the handbook of life that promised he would get to keep living the life he had been, but he hoped that it would somehow work itself out. Nevertheless, it's all a case of mistaken assets and ridiculous adventures. He hoped that someday he would weasel himself into a better position with more money.
There he stood, staring out the window at the freedom he used to have, and flaunted. His Tiktok would never look the same again...from bright colors to dull grey...but this was his brand spanking new reality. He logged onto the computer to a number of dings indicating emails that he refused to pay enough attention to. He had lied on his resume and was still a bit confused about what his actual responsibilities were here. Something to do with sales, he knew that much.
He scrolled mindlessly through the emails, enough to keep his computer showing as “active”. Something caught his eye. It wasn’t a typical email, it was addressed directly to him with the subject line including “Your old life”. He clicked on it, it had nothing but a phone number to call. He set his computer to away and rushed out of the room. He stood outside of the back door, keeping his foot in the crack so that he wouldn’t be locked out, and dialed the number. It rang and rang, and rang.
“Frederick?” a soft-toned British woman’s voice asked.
“Yes, that’s me. What is this all---,” Fred started before being cut off.
“Do you want your old life back?” the voice questioned.
“Yes, more than anything!” he exclaimed.
“Alright, then we will trade. Thank you,” the voice said before the phone clicked off.
Fred looked at his phone and dialed the number again, only to be greeted by a busy signal. He returned to work, confused, and once again began to scroll aimlessly.
A few weeks passed with no major changes to his stupid new life. He thought about the phone call constantly, wishing it would somehow alter his reality. He stopped off for breakfast at a little cafe on his way into work, and when he pulled up his banking app to pay he nearly dropped his phone. His balance, which was recently in only the double digits, was now boasting over…Well, that just couldn’t be right, he thought. It was somewhere over a billion, with no specifically discernable deposit having been made. He smirked and looked around. After he grabbed his coffee he walked out to the curb to go quit his job when a dark SUV pulled up in front of him.
A man leaped from the driver's seat, sending a jolt of terror through Fred’s body. He threw the back door open and shoved Fred into the frame, nearly causing him to lose his cup of coffee.
“Wh-what is going on?!” Fred yelled. The man did not speak, he only returned to the driver’s seat after closing both doors and began to drive.
Fred looked over at a black briefcase sitting in the seat next to him, and out of curiosity, he opened it. He nearly screamed as he realized what it was that he was about to do.