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[Zalgo's Correspondence]

//:Chapter 1:// **PREVIEW**

You bit your lip as you clutched the slender cellphone in your trembling hand, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to refrain from screaming. Trying to remain calm, you breathed in and out slowly, desperately trying not to lose it on the person you were speaking to. Your eyes snap back open, and you spoke into the phone very slowly, very deliberately:

"What do you mean, all the caterers and services have canceled for tonight?" You hissed through your teeth, seething at the news you were just given. Impulsively, you clenched and un-clenched your gloved hand, nearly trembling in place from trying to suppress the unpleasant combination of hostility and frustration that bubbled just beneath your exterior.

"I mean, that everyone providing for the party has become unavailable. So, you're in charge of everything. Good luck." He said, indifferent to your rage. As soon as he uttered those last words, he promptly hung up- the drone of a dial tone reaching your ears. With a choked sputter, you look at the cellphone in disbelief- which then quickly changed to a fierce anger as you drew back your arm and prepared to fling the phone as far as you could manage. In mid-swing however, you stopped yourself. Sighing loudly and at length, your arm slumped back down to your side, and you hung your head as you stood there in the middle of the sidewalk. Other monsters looked at you curiously as they passed you by, wondering what would provoke one of Zalgo's agents into such a rage. After all, anyone who had the honor of donning the black uniform and the gloves that were emblazoned with the red 'Z' were usually held to such a high standard and respect... but the agents are usually so stoic.

Then there's you.

Hot tempered, easily annoyed, very easily triggered... Any other higher-up in the Under-realm would dub you a pain to work with- and much more trouble then you were worth. But yet, your master saw something very peculiar in you. And so, employed you as his agent and servant as part of a contract between the two of you- ah, but that's a story for another time. The rest is history, anyway. A hundred years of servitude, you'd think you would've grown used to Zalgo's pretentious and indifferent nature by now. Yet here you are... red faced, shoulders hunched over, eyes furious after you finished having a one-sided argument with your superior. Nope- you haven't become acclimated to his ways at all.

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[Zalgo's Correspondence]

//:Chapter 1:// **PREVIEW**

You bit your lip as you clutched the slender cellphone in your trembling hand, clenching your eyes shut as you tried to refrain from screaming. Trying to remain calm, you breathed in and out slowly, desperately trying not to lose it on the person you were speaking to. Your eyes snap back open, and you spoke into the phone very slowly, very deliberately:

"What do you mean, all the caterers and services have canceled for tonight?" You hissed through your teeth, seething at the news you were just given. Impulsively, you clenched and un-clenched your gloved hand, nearly trembling in place from trying to suppress the unpleasant combination of hostility and frustration that bubbled just beneath your exterior.

"I mean, that everyone providing for the party has become unavailable. So, you're in charge of everything. Good luck." He said, indifferent to your rage. As soon as he uttered those last words, he promptly hung up- the drone of a dial tone reaching your ears. With a choked sputter, you look at the cellphone in disbelief- which then quickly changed to a fierce anger as you drew back your arm and prepared to fling the phone as far as you could manage. In mid-swing however, you stopped yourself. Sighing loudly and at length, your arm slumped back down to your side, and you hung your head as you stood there in the middle of the sidewalk. Other monsters looked at you curiously as they passed you by, wondering what would provoke one of Zalgo's agents into such a rage. After all, anyone who had the honor of donning the black uniform and the gloves that were emblazoned with the red 'Z' were usually held to such a high standard and respect... but the agents are usually so stoic.

Then there's you.

Hot tempered, easily annoyed, very easily triggered... Any other higher-up in the Under-realm would dub you a pain to work with- and much more trouble then you were worth. But yet, your master saw something very peculiar in you. And so, employed you as his agent and servant as part of a contract between the two of you- ah, but that's a story for another time. The rest is history, anyway. A hundred years of servitude, you'd think you would've grown used to Zalgo's pretentious and indifferent nature by now. Yet here you are... red faced, shoulders hunched over, eyes furious after you finished having a one-sided argument with your superior. Nope- you haven't become acclimated to his ways at all.