This one involves the same female co-worker as before, and another male coworker.
At some point in the past, I must have told her that I wrote stories. I don’t remember telling her, but she brought it up on her own so either I told her or she’s some kind of stalker. Anyway, the three of us are eating dinner, and she asks me if I still write stories. Normally, all kinds of red flags go off when people at work ask me about my writing… but I was tired and in a sarcastic mood, so I didn’t immediately change the subject like I usually do. Good thing, because it lead to this gem:
Female CoWorker: “So what kind of stories do you write?”
Dark Icon: “Fantasy mostly. SciFi. That kinda stuff.”
Female CoWorker: “That’s what I thought. I like fantasy. I used to have this idea for a fantasy story. It’s about a princess and she runs away.”
Dark Icon: “Yeahhhh…. You probably wouldn’t like my stories. People die. Horribly.”
Female CoWorker: “Oh, well in my story the princess gets betrayed by her best friend.”
Dark Icon: “In one of my stories this guy pisses off these criminals so they kidnap his wife and burn her to death right in front of him. So he goes crazy and kills the entire town.”
Female Coworker: “…oh.”
Male Coworker: “He wins.”
I know I shouldn’t go around frightening coworkers, but dammit she walked into that one. I mean… honestly. A princess!?
…so now I have to go and write a story about a princess.