Mahogany was having a normal afternoon once he finished his obligations with his father. Currently being groomed to take over the investment firm, Mahogany often accompanied Gaspar Shapour to important meetings and debriefings. It was
mind-numbingly boring, and quite frankly, Mahogany didn't think it was necessary. Esta had a much better mind for things of that nature and besides, he was planning on following in the footsteps of giants like Manny MUA and Jefree Starr. To live on his looks and his talents. It was just a matter of time before a makeup company got in touch to collaborate. He was talented, beautiful, and could hold his own. He just needed to find a way to tell his father what he really wanted.
He needed the right time.
His first stop on the way home was the coffee shop on the nice end of town. None of that Starbucks garbage. Mahogany drank artisanally roasted coffee with top shelf flavorings. And if he wasn't right, he turned it right back around and ordered it again. On average he did this two or three times before he was satisfied, and he always watched the baristas carefully. He knew the lows to which the riff-raff would sink in order to exact petty revenge. Mahogany was ever on the watch for spit, fingers, and other oddities where they didn't belong.
Once his drink was finally made to his liking, Mahogany was off on his way back home to edit his video from the night before. It had been a long one, so he would need to cut it down to meet his 15-minute average. Maybe he could knock out the bit about the cut crease. God knew he did enough of them... cut out his voice and overly a clip from a song over it like he usually did. He could also timelapse his base and brows... or omit that all together.
His phone dinged in the cup holder next to him... A text from Arash asking what he was going to be doing for his birthday in a few months. Mahogany had some plans, but nothing solid. Color pallets and theme ideas. He knew Arash would want to collaborate with him, so with one hand and one eye still on the wheel he drafted a text.
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idk Ara-joon. I haven't really had time to plan anything for real, busy with school and my channel. I was thinking something vintage hollywood.
Golds and diamonds, film, old-school glamor. The more Mahogany thought about it, the more amazing the theme sounded. Arash texted him back at lightning speed, but before he could check his answer there was a squeal of tired in front of him. In a flash of sudden activity, Mahogany slammed on his brakes, narrowly missing hitting the car in front of him, only to be rear-ended by the car behind him which sent him crashing into the car in front of him. He was just about to get out and start screaming at someone when he registered what had made the cars all come to a screaming halt in the first place.
A monster.
It was like Mahogany was watching the nightly news, except for this was real. A ten-foot creature with four spider-long, needle-thin appendages sprouting from both sides of its ribs howled from the intersection. Its mouth dropped open horrifically wid, revealing no teeth to speak of, but instead only an unending abyss of black. No eyes. How did it see? It looked like it didn't need to, its limbs were long enough to sweep whatever it wanted into its grasp. Which, a moment later was Mahogany himself. Having leaped from his car to try and escape the hideous monstrosity before him, Mahogany now found himself bundled and curled up inside of it's massive, bony fist.
This throat nearly tore itself apart with his scream.
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