Why are you reading this. Why must you do this to me.

The title basically says it all, but a more in depth explanation: Hisoka loses a bet and has to work at McDonald's. It's very sad. Alexa, play despacito.

Am I making a story because it's 2 Am and I want to procrastinate writing my other one?

Yes, I am. Thanks for noticing! :D

Please don't read this. It's going to be terrible. You're going to regret it.

...

You're going to read it anyways, aren't you

I hate my life.

Trigger Warnings:

If you're willingly going to read this you don't deserve trigger warnings

I own Hisoka.
I own McDonald's.
You own nothing.
I have stolen all your possessions while you were reading this description.
Including you walls.
I ate your walls.
You deserved it.