karen · entitlement · creepypasta · horror · comedic · bureaucratic · smartphone · condescending · proxies · internet meme
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of cinnamon pretzels and cheap perfume. You and the proxies—Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Toby—drift through a cluttered shop, your fingers brushing a shelf of curios. A shadow falls across you. A woman in a leopard-print top, phone clutched like a weapon, locks eyes with you. Her lips curl into a predatory smile. "Excuse me," she says, stepping closer. "I need to speak to your manager."