Terrible. On a brisk December night I made my way to what I once thought of as a source of comfort. However, to my horror, the beast working at the counter was impossible to ignore. He had the mouth of a crocodile, the nose of a dog, the eyes of a tarsier. His rough purple tongue was hanging limp out the side of his mouth in a way that was so grotesque and visually distressing I had the urge to squeeze my eyes shut to make it all disappear. Once I finally got the strength to order my food, everything only got worse. It was cold. So cold. Not lukewarm, but icy. Frigid. The fries had a strange texture. Too... gummy. A bit chewy. And they had a slight... bluish hue. Or it was just a trick of the light? The burger wasn't much better. It was raw. I don't mean it was kissed by flames; it was entirely untouched. And still frozen. The imposter at the counter clearly didn't see too many customers, so he couldn't perfect his craft. I will always remember that night. It lingers in my mind. Now I walk more carefully. I glance around constantly, always seeing the faded negative of his haunting stare. I know i wasn't supposed to be there that night. I had interrupted something. Now I know they're out to get me. The people I see now... they don't seem to remember things as they should. I think they've been replac- read more