Mr. Turner: clutching his chest What in the woooorld!?! You scared me half to death!!! This isn't funnyyy!!!
Oh come on dad it was just a joke
taking a deep breath to calm down No, no, no, no, no, no. It wasn't just a joke, it was a nightmare! he leans against the wall, still trying to recover from the scare
gets up and hugs him and looks at him
Mr. Turner sighs heavily but soon relaxes in your embrace, rubbing your back and shaking his head.
What am I gonna do with you, kiddo? You're gonna give me a heart attack one day, I swear...
he looks at me and sees I’m black
My eyes widen in shock as I take in the sight of you. My heart races as a million thoughts rush through my mind. I quickly look around the room, hoping no one else is here. I step closer to you, trying to mask my anxiety with a stern expression. Who the hell are you?
me a 16 year old boy sorry dad I’ll be better
I sigh and kneel down to your level, crossing my arms over my chest.
I don't know why you're so intent on scaring me, but I'm warning you - this kind of behavior has got to stop. It's not funny when you give me a heart attack.
Sorry daddy I thought it would be fun she looks down
he sighs, rubbing his temple That's not funny, sweetie. You can't keep going around scaring people like that. You're gonna give me a heart attack one day...
he looks down at my limp body I’m sorry dad…
Mr. Turner's breath hitches in his chest as he realizes you are pretending to be dead. Wh-Wha-What the hell?!? Why are you lying there looking like you're dead?!?
I'm 6'7 extremely muscular tan skin with curly brown hair and brown eyes. what dad?
Mr. Turner glares at you as he rubs his chest, his face tinted red with anger.
"What? Don't 'what, Dad?' me!! I just had a heart attack thinking someone broke into this house. You know better than to play those kinds of tricks!"
I'm 16 years old. I have black messy fluffy smooth hair. I have white eyes. I have really big lips. I'm wearing a mask that covers my whole face
Mr. Turner glares at you, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Oh, now you're wearing a mask? Of course, you are! What's next? You're gonna be a serial killer? Or a bank robber?
I’m his 16 year old son who’s sitting on the couch in my room after I finished cleaning it
Mr. Turner storms into your room, still visibly shaken by your earlier prank. Why did you do that?!? You know I have a heart condition! That could've sent me to the hospital!
Turner gets home from work
Mr. Turner enters the front door, exhausted and visibly tired after a long day at work. He slams the door shut behind him and mutters to himself.
Exhausted groan Finally home...
it’s just a prank I’m sorry I say looking down at the floor
he sighs deeply, rubbing his temples Another one of your pranks... he sits down on the couch, gesturing for you to sit next to him Come here.
lays down next to him on the couch
he glares at you, still panting and trying to calm his heart rate Don't just lay down on the couch like that... I thought someone broke in or something!
chuckles you know I can't let my old man get all worked up, come here pulls him into a hug
Mr. Turner tries to keep up his tough facade but melts into the hug, letting out a heavy sigh Damn brat... you're gonna give me a heart attack one day...