This is the unfortunate life of Milano, his life is a living hell...
"Hey" is normally the first word I'm greeted with, which is why I despise it. If you would like to know why, here's your answer.
Every 60 minutes, I switch worlds. Yep, crazy right? It sucks. Honestly it's my fault, I did wish for this after all. But now I regret it, if I could go back in time I'd go back to that day and attempt to make myself not wish for that. It may destroy the timeline, sure. But at-least I'll die in peace. For the 50 brief seconds that it takes for me to switch worlds, I think hard about my life, and regret everything. I just think about my couch and old house, man I loved that place. But it's too late now, my life sucks. Oh, we're almost at the next world. Yay...
"Hey". ??? Says. "Of course the first word is hey". Milano thinks to himself. "Hi." Milano says. "Stop zoning out, you'll get fired if you don't do your job." ??? Says. "What is this lunatic talking about?" Milano thinks. "My bad, I'll stop zoning out" Milano says. "You better." ??? Says. "I have a question by the way." Milano says. "What?!" ??? Shouts. "What's your name" Milano says. "IS THIS SOME SICK JOKE, OR YOUR IDEA OF A PRANK!?" "YOU KNOW MY NAME IS JAKE!" Jake shouts. "Geez... Calm down it was a joke" Milano says "I have a feeling this one hour is going to be terrible." Milano thinks. Milano begins to do his "work", he doesn't actually know what he's doing, he's just typing random letters and hiding his computer screen. "Hey bro, can you pass the stapler?" ??? Says. "Another person, great." Milano thinks. "Yeah sure." Milano says. He continues to search all the drawers, it takes him minutes, "Can't find it." Milano says. "Check again." ??? Says. "Alright listen here dude,-" Milano says before getting interrupted. "I have a name please use it." ??? Says. "Oh? What is it?" Milano says. "You're pulling that same crap you pulled with jake." ??? Says. "Yeah, Cason is right" Jake says. "Cason?" Milano thinks. "It's a joke cason get ove-" Milano says before getting interrupted by Cason. "It may be one but it isn't FUNNY." Cason shouts. "CAN YOU SHUTUP FOR FIVE SECONDS?" Milano shouts angered. Cason is surprised and angered at the same time. "DON'T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME." Cason shouts. "YOU'RE ONE TO TALK" Milano screams. At this point Milano has had enough, he searches for the nearest jacket and leaves. He looks at his watch, he was in there for 20 minutes "40 minutes left" Milano thinks. He looks up to see Cason running full speed at him, Milano starts sprinting away. "BACK OFF!" Milano shouts. Cason just stares at him. Milano doesn't have any idea where he is heading but he keeps running anyway. "I'm not dealing with this." "I've been through enough." Milano thinks. The farther they run the slower Cason gets, after 10 minutes they're both out of energy. "30 minutes!" Milano thinks. He hides in an alley scanning his surroundings. He spots a dumpster and sees a strange figure moving around. The figure spots him, and their is a moment of silence before the figure screams. "Shh you're being too loud!" Milano says. The figure does not stop though, Milano gets up and runs, not knowing what to do. The figure stops screaming after a few minutes. For 10 minutes it is peaceful for Milano. But then he hears a strange sound, that sound is the figure he saw. He didn't get a good look earlier but now he can see it too well, he can see it's disgusting razor-sharp teeth which has what appears to be blood stains on it. Milano attempts to run, but before he could even get up it was on his knee. He screams in pain. "GET OFF ME!" Milano shouts. But it's like it can't hear him, or it just doesn't care. "ONLY 20 MINUTES!" Milano thinks. He tries his hardest to get the figure off his knee, he fights it for at least 5 minutes, and succeeds. But at a cost, before he knew it blood was everywhere, he was confused so he looks at his knee, and screams. His skin had been ripped off with it, a big chunk too. With what little energy he has left he flees the area and hides again, leaving a trail of blood behind. "10 minutes..." he thinks. He passes out for a few minutes and wakes back up. Five minutes are left, those five minutes felt like an eternity for him. He thought about how everything made a 180 after he left. He hopes for a peaceful place where he can watch tv.
(thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy, it may be crappy now but I'll try to make it better. Bye!)