#i'm calling the dollar store to see if they know anything about my dad's disappearance 15 years ago

[casspurrjoybellbittner]

Wreckless - Best and Worst - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I'm slightly irked by the hundred dollars but I also know he's been wanting to pay for things since the first time we ordered pizza.

I also know he has it.

He's not going to drop it, either and if I try to give some of it back it'll turn into a thing.

I hate 'things'.

Fine. We will eat really well this week.

I toss yet more laundry into the machine, between all the sheets we're going through and my work clothes, I've got a small mountain to wash.

Then it's off to the store.

I'm not used to shopping for two.

I know he loves ice cream and I get an extra carton, plus some more chocolate sauce.

I get him microwave popcorn and the already popped stuff that they have in the chip aisle.

I grab a marinated pork loin, some chicken and some hamburger along with some salad and veg, the boy needs some real food if he's going to survive off my cum for breakfast and whatever he manages to find for lunch.

At least he let me feed him this morning.

God, this morning.

I didn't expect anything, at all.

Seriously, I didn't even need anything.

I came twice yesterday and that is more than enough for me.

He, however, seemed to need it and once I knew he was fully aware that I didn't expect or need a blow job, I let him have fun.

Hell, I've been called a lot of things in my life but I'm not actually stupid.

I can't explain why seeing him go from a sweet, sleeping angel to a flustered, choking, desperate boy in less than two minutes makes me want to skip through the store like a five-year old but it's, well, it's everything.

I know he's well rested and he wakes up happy and needy and it obviously does something for him.

I have no idea what but he's in charge and it's the way he wants it.

I love it too but that's just a bonus, I've never had a problem with a regular suck, not that I've ever gotten them so regularly.

The past few weeks and the past week in particular, have been a whirlwind.

It took us weeks to dance around and decide if we were even dating and man, I almost completely fucked up the whole 'little' thing but he seems to be really coming out of his shell.

He seems happier.

I know I am.

I almost forget to grab some flowers and a bottle of wine for tonight but I remember at the last minute and get everything purchased and put away at home.

I switch the laundry, clean Marten's cage and collapse onto the couch.

One of the back cushions is askew and I fix it, then immediately think about last night.

If someone would have told me six months ago or even six days ago that I would have said those things, been so rough or enjoyed it so much, I would have laughed in their face.

I can't remember what time Finnegan left but it's been awhile, right?

He'll probably be back soon.

Do I want to be rough all the time? No.

That boy is magic and he deserves to be loved properly.

I make a promise to myself that the next time will be much different than last night was.

Maybe I can get him to ride me again, that was fantastic.

I decide to slice up the watermelon and have it ready, he may be munchy when he gets home from church.

Home.

Shit, I need to stop that.

He's made it very clear from the beginning that he's leaving and not a year from now, no, soon.

As in later this summer.

I don't want to think about it.

At first it made me brave, what did I have to lose?

I either had to grab on and hope to have some fun or let him slip through my fingers and disappear back to Michigan without anything ever happening.

But now?

So much has changed this week that I can't imagine just letting him walk away.

It needs to wait.

I can't deal with everything that's happened this week and that too.

I'll end up drunk and sad and I've done that more than my fair share.

I wonder if he'll come to dinner tonight.

I've never taken anyone to my dad's, he's never met anyone I dated at all.

He knows I'm gay but since my coming out conversation, it feels very much like don't ask, don't tell did in the army.

Don't tell me it's over, trust me, it's not. 

He was fine then or said he was at least but I was leaving the house and joining up and we didn't see each other a lot for eight years.

You grow apart, you know?

Grow up.

I have no idea whether or not any of that distance is because of that fateful convo or just the way things go.

He's a good guy and when I mentioned inviting a 'friend' to dinner he said...

"Sure."

But.. I don't know.

If Finnegan decides to go I'll have to call and make sure he knows we're dating but then what if he freaks?

It's not like I can uninvite Finnegan but actually... I'd just cancel... Fine.

My dad and I are complicated.

My mother dying made it that way.

Me being gay makes it that way.

Running off and disappearing for eight years and missing his second wedding made it that way.

But we do okay, really.

We talk some, he knows I'd do anything for him and he tells me he loves me.

Wrote me letters whenever I was deployed, too, it meant the world.

I should see him more than I do.

I need to do better.

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#yellow #wordart #transparent #i'm calling the dollar store to see if they know anything about my dad's disappearance 15 years ago

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

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(Y/n) stands in the kitchen of her mother and step-father's apartment, making the bean dip Smelly Gabe liked so much.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the counter but then she lets out a yelp as something hits her in between her shoulder blades.

"Hurry it up, girl!" Smelly Gabe snarls.

"Yes sir," (Y/n) murmurs.

A few minutes later, Gabe stalks into the kitchen, takes the dip without so much of a thank you.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the shoe on the ground before she moves to her room. She climbs into her bed, getting under her covers. (Y/n) turns, facing the wall.

She closes her eyes, falling to an uneasy sleep.

(Y/n) watches, disconnected from the others in the dream, as one of her brother's teachers turns into something that reminded her of a demon, or something similar that she'd read books about. The woman had bat wings, claws, and a mouth of yellow fangs.

Then (Y/n) looks around, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her brother holding a bronze sword.

Percy swings the sword, the demon exploding into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot.

A hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder has (Y/n) jolting awake. "Honey? Are you okay?" Sally Jackson asks.

Catching the wide-eyed look of horror on (Y/n)'s face, Sally wraps her daughter in a hug.

(Y/n)'s breathing steadies, and she breathes in her mother's familiar scent - chocolate, licorice, and all the other things she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central Station.

"Did you get all your work done?" Sally asks softly, her thumb brushing over a slightly visible bruise that had appeared at the base of the back of her neck.

(Y/n) hums in reply.

. . .

The next day, (Y/n) is once again lying in her bed, not wanting to have to deal with Gabe throwing more shoes or glass bottles at / near her.

. . .

Percy walks into the apartment, dragging his suitcase behind him, hoping his mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN; chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's my mom? (Y/n)?"

"Mom's working," Gabe says. "The girl's in her room. You got any cash?"

"That's it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

Gabe had put on weight since the last time Percy had seen him. Gabe looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He has about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp.

"I don't have any cash," Percy replies.

Gabe raises a greasy eyebrow. Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which is surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi from the bus station," he says. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looks at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he says. The guy just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeats.

Eddie scowls into his bowl of pretzels. The two other guys pass gas in harmony.

"Fine," Percy says. He digs a wad of dollars out of his pocket and throws the money on the table. "I hope you lose."

"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouts back at Percy. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"

Percy slams the door to his room, which isn't really his room. During school months, it is Gabe's 'study.' He doesn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loves shoving his stuff in Percy's closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne, cigars, and stale beer.

Percy drops his suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home he thinks.

Gabe's smell is almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn.

Percy sits, lost in his thoughts.

Then he hears his mom's voice, "Percy?" She opens the bedroom door, and his fears melt. "Oh, Percy," she hugs him tight. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas."

Sally had brought Percy a bag of 'free samples' the way she always did whenever he'd come home.

The two sit together on the bed. While Percy attacks the blueberry sour strings, she runs her hands through his hair, demanding to know everything that he hadn't put in his letters. She doesn't mention his getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that.

Percy tells his mother that she is smothering him, but secretly, Percy is really, really glad to see her.

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally - how about some bean dip, huh?"

Percy grits his teeth. My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should be married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

(Y/n) pads into Percy's room, and the dark haired boy brightens at the sight of his younger twin.

"I've got the dip, Mom," (Y/n) says softly. Sally gazes at her daughter for a moment, her gaze sad.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Sally says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her mother. "I've got a surprise for the two of you," she says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin," Sally replies.

"When?" (Y/n) asks, looking excited.

She smiles, "As soon as I get changed."

(Y/n) can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk in the last two summers because Gabe had said that there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in the doorway behind (Y/n) and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

Percy wants to punch him, but he meets his mother's eyes, and understands that she is offering him a deal: Be nice to Gabe for a little while; just until she's ready to leave for Montauk.

"I've got it, Gabe," (Y/n) says.

"Sorry, honey," Sally says, looking at her husband. "We were just talking about the trip."

Gabe's eyes get small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"

"I knew it," Percy mutters. "He won't let us go."

"Of course he will," Sally says evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money."

(Y/n) turns to face Gabe, smiling as kindly as she could. "What if I make a seven-layer dip that'll last the whole weekend?" she asks. "Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

Gabe softens a bit, then turns back to face Sally. "So, this money for your trip . . . it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"

"Yes, honey," Sally replies.

"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratches his double chin. "Maybe if the girl hurries up with the seven-layer dip . . . and if the boy apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, Percy thinks. And make you sing soprano for a week.

"I'm sorry," Percy mutters. "I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important power game. Please go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrow. His tiny brain is probably trying to detect the sarcasm in my statement, Percy thinks.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe decides; he goes back to his game.

"Thank you, Percy," Sally says. "Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about...whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment, (Y/n) can see anxiety in her mother's eyes, but then her smile returns, and (Y/n) figures that she must've been mistaken.

. . .

An hour later, the three are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch (Y/n) and Percy lug the bags to his car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her and (Y/n)'s cooking - and more important, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, brain boy," Gabe warns Percy as he loads the last bag into the car. "Not one little scratch."

Like I'd be the one driving. I'm fourteen, Percy thinks.

Watching Gabe lumbers back towards the apartment building, Percy gets so mad that he does something he can't explain. As Gabe reaches the door, Percy makes the hand gesture he'd seen Grover made on the bus, a soft of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over his heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slams so hard it whacks him the the butt and sends him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

. . .

(Y/n)'s POV

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There's always sand in the sheets, spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

I loved the place.

Mom, Percy, and I had been going ever since Percy and I'd been a baby. Mom had been coming even longer. She'd never exactly said, but I know why the beach was special to her.

It's the place where she'd met my Dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turn the color of the sea.

We get there around sunset, open all the cabin's windows, and go through the usual cleaning routine.

Mom, Percy, and I walk on the beach, feed blue corn-chips to the seagulls, and munch on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Mom had brought home from work.

I guess maybe I should explain all the blue food.

Gabe had once told Mom that there was no such thing. They had had this fight, which had seemed like a really small think at the time, but ever since, Mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes, mixed blueberry smoothies, bought blue-corn tortilla chips, and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - is proof that she isn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, just like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells Percy and me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents had died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what is always on our minds whenever we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure she would tell us the same things she always did, but neither Percy or I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom replies. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too, like you, (Y/n)." Mom says and I soften. "You have his black hair, Percy, and you both share his green eyes.

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you two. He would be so proud."

I wonder how she could say that when I'm the girl who cowers from her stepfather. The girl who hides in her room to get away from said stepfather.

"How old were we?" Percy asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But . . . he knew us as babies."

"No, honey," Mom replies. "He knew I was expecting twins, but he never met you. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact that I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow, maybe a smile.

Percy and I had always assumed that our father had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt that it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I feel angry at my father. Maybe it is stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom.

"Are you going to send me away again?" Percy asks. "To another boarding school?"

Mom pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey," her voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" Percy says and I flinch, avoiding both his and Mom's gazes.

I glance up to see that Mom's eyes had welled up with tears. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

"But you never send her away," Percy says and I look up, eyes wide with surprise.

Mom looks at Percy, eyes wide with shock.

Finally she says, "I have to keep both of you away from each other as much as possible. I thought you'd finally be safe."

"I tried to keep you as close to me as I could," Mom says. "They told me it was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy, (Y/n) - the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just . . . I just can't stand to do it."

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask.

"Not a school," Mom replies. "A summer camp."

My head spins. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around to see me and Percy be born - talk to Mom about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Mom says, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I - I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp . . ."

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression, that if we asked any more questions, she would start to cry.

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[cablestwisted]

Tell us the story of u & Smiler

It all started the first time I went to Alton Towers, and. It was uh... a TIME,

So it was during a summer when I... Wasn't doing too great, mentally. I'd just left secondary school, and... Essentially had nothing to work towards, really. I had a college sorted, sure, it was my dream course and I was looking forward to it, but my special interest and all hyperfixations had dropped off and I had... Pretty much nothing. Nothing to do, nothing to work towards. No clue of what I wanted to do with my life except maybe going into costume. I was honestly very close to just hopping on a train to London and trying to disappear.

So I dropped off the face of the planet, socially. Stopped seeing all my school friends. Isolated myself so thoroughly I wasn't even sure I was real, and my friends all thought I'd died and sent my twin brother their condolences. I'd booked a program called NCS over summer, though, so went on that - got to stay away from home for a bit which did Wonders for me.

On the last week of NCS, we stayed in student dorms in my hometown. On the first day, we went to the pound shop [dollar store] - and one of the folks I was staying with picked up one of those bags of crisps with the Towers 2for1 voucher on. They didn't even really want the crisps, just. Said that they felt compelled to get them for some reason. So the bag sat in the cupboard for the ENTIRE week.

It got to the last day, and I was helping clear up the kitchen, and I stumbled across the bag. It was completely untouched, and, someone told me hey, you've talked about Towers on and off, do you want the voucher? And I was like fuck it sure why not so cut it out and took it home.

Now.. I had been.. Briefly interested in Towers before this. Looked up the Smiler back in 2016, and decided that I hated it, even if it was fascinating, the backstory was just something that terrified me. So I voiced my thoughts to my friends, and left it be. Said "haha if ever you see me interested in that ride assume I got brainwashed lmao". My next friend group were interested in the ride, and Towers as a whole, and it kinda interested me - but I steered clear.

That was until I got the voucher. Cuz I was like. Eh. You know what. Fuck it. Haven't got much else to do. Not really interested in anything else. Don't know what I'm doing with my life. So, sure, I'll go.

I spoke to my Dad - he said, because I'd passed my GCSEs, sure, we could go to Alton Towers as a reward for that. Fun fact - my brother's reward was some pet rabbits GHFGDDSFD

So we go, one day - peak season, warmest day of the year. 21st of August, 2018. Just a few weeks before I started college.

Now I'm feeling... Quite ill, on that day. Mentally and physically. I hadn't eaten properly in weeks, hadn't slept properly in longer, honestly if I hadn't have been going to Towers it probably would've been one of those times when I was at my lowest, pretty much. But I get into the car and we go to the park. One and a half hour drive.. we eat Mcdonalds breakfast on the way, and, I'm feeling somewhat alive with the addition of food, but, still not great.

We get there.. Show our tickets at the gate.. and get into the park.

Now. Worth saying, at that point in my life? I was.. Kind of terrified of rollercoasters. I was an thrillseeker sure but my adrenaline fix came from... Less safe things than theme park rides. So first thing we go on, to start on the day?

That's right, Heave Ho, the kiddie boat ride in Mutiny Bay. We queued. For FIFTEEN MINUTES. For Heave Ho.

We basically spend the first bit of the day doing nothing. Went on Marauders Mayhem, and my Dad found a way to get the thing spinning super fast, so I was feeling significantly less ill than earlier because motion makes me feel less nauseous, for some reason. We go on the rapids. But, eventually, we call it quits, and after some internal debate I decide hey, screw it, let's go queue for the Smiler.

So we head to X-Sector.

Now, I specifically remember... Just the emotions I had, upon first seeing it.

Quiet awe and a definite nagging terror, but, mostly just... Wonder. I remember being like.. stunned that it was so big, at the NOISE, at how bright the screens were.

So we get in the queue.

Now. It's... 31 degrees Celsius. The queue is an hour, and by the time we get to the front, I'm.. Drastically overstimulated, overwhelmed, and having a bit of sensory overload. I keep almost passing out and I have sunburn. We get through the Projection Room, which just worsened my deteriorating condition, and climb the stairs up to the station...

We get to the platform and I turn to my Dad, and I say. Dad.. I really don't feel too good

And I turn round and I'm sick on the floor

Embarassed, I ran off to the exit door, and was abruptly stopped in my tracks because I almost passed out. I'm in full sensory overload and just, sobbing, because I dressed up all nice for this and it was my first time there, and I just wanted to ride the Smiler. Eventually a staff member gets to me and is just... So kind to me. Asks me what's up, gets me something to clean myself up with. Tells me to go take a rest, chill out for a bit, and come back through the fasttrack gate - gives me a complimentary fasttrack. My Dad has been bewilderedly standing outside the ride having taken the exit corridor by then so he's just like ??????

So I tell him what happened and we go and attempt to get food at Fried Chicken Co, because, we're both hungry, I'm almost passing out, and I just need nutrition tbh.

I try and eat.. no game, can't even stomach a couple slices of cucumber. I'm feeling horrifically guilty and can't even bear to look at the ride so we go and chill in the gardens...

And I sleep for about 3 hours.

Now, I wake up eventually. I'm not sure what i dreamt about, but, all I wanted to do was just. Try again. So we go back to X-Sector, and the guy at the gate for the Smiler greets us with a big smile, asks me how I'm feeling - cuz, word had spread about what happened etc, understandably. Lets us through the gate, and we go up and wait in the station.

We're greeted by the same ride hosts who are just like. Asking me how I am, etc, if I'm feeling better, if I managed to eat some food, and I'm like yea I'm good! And they go ahead and put us on front row.

Now, I'm... Terrified lmao and it definitely showed - I get asked again if I'm ok, cuz I'm like visibly shaking etc, and I'm like YA IM GOOD my voice Definitely broke, I was a sight for sore eyes lmao - but, we get the go ahead, and off we go.

The second the lights above us turn on, no lie, all the worry, fear, etc, completely drains from my mind, and I'm CALM. No nerves no nothing. Just, completely chill.

And we have an amazing time on the ride. I nearly get my teeth bashed out by my necklace because I wore a stupid huge metal cabochon mad scientist pendant, and I uh. Crushed my glasses in my hand, because for whatever reason, I thought they'd stay on during the ride, when haha no Smiler steals anything it can.

We get to the end of the ride and I'm, like, BEAMING. I'm giddy and excited, and just, having an amazing time. I legit say "thank you" to the ride I was definitely in a bit of an altered state of mind lmao.

But we step out of the car, and as I'm standing on the station, dizzy and giddy, the ride op runs down from the cabin...

And hands me not one. Not two. FIVE fasttracks. And says, in the most KNOWING voice. Oh, you'll be back again. And winks. AND I'M TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK so I like sign a "thank you" and Attempt to stammer it out too I'm like obviously completely bewildered lmao but thank you is a pretty clear sign so she got it lmao XD

I think that was kinda the moment where something flicked a switch in my mind and I kinda went. Oh. This is my life now, huh. I specifically remember thinking "well damn guess I gotta change my wardrobe" cuz everything I owned was blue and red GJFGSFSFSGD

We ride it again, of course. And then we ride Oblivion. I'm feeling AMAZING. By this point it's like almost 4 so we run to Thi13teen for the last ride of the day. We ride Thi13teen, and on the way out, my Dad goes...

"Hey, where are my keys?"

He'd lost his keys on one of the rides. We were thoroughly stranded. So we're running round the park independently trying to find them, and on my own, I wander back to X-Sector.

My memory blanks out here, because it was a bit of a weird week, and i WAS ill and going through a bunch of traumatic experiences at the time, memory gaps are fairly common for me. But next thing I know I'm back on Towers Street, talking to the folks in the box office. One of them hears that I haven't eaten all day and they're just like. Hold on one moment.. and runs over to Towers Trading, and grabs a huge tub of watermelon sweets. So I'm just chilling in the Box Office eating watermelon sweets with the staff talking about random art and theatre stuff while my dad's trying to organise a tow truck to take us home

The truck gets scheduled, about an hour later...

For 1am.

So we're chilling in the park until then. We go and sit in the car park and the security car circles us OMINOUSLY at a distance for like ten minutes till we smile and wave at them lmao. We go and chill at the hotels for a bit, explore by the Monorail station. Get to hear exactly when the music etc turns off. Eventually, we go to the hotels, grab a bottle of pepsi at the shop, and chill out for a bit. I think I ate a bag of Wotsits? I have no idea.

And that's kinda the story I guess!!

OH uh there is an additional bit.

We get a call a week later.

We're in Glasgow, at the time, on holiday.

It's Alton Towers, they found the keys. Where?

Underneath The Smiler. Specifically, the staff member said, "Smiler ate them"

They were completely unharmed, good as new, not even a SCUFF. Apparently they'd landed under the first inversion and were just.. completely fine. They sent them back for £6 and we had our car keys back.

So if you see me joking about "Damn can't believe Smiler ate my Dad's keys" that's where that's from GJFGSFSFS

#alton towers #the smiler #emeto cw