YEET.

The pizza box sails through the air and into the burning building. The cold chills which had been slowly growing through Jacob’s body from the small of his back shrunk back to an ignorable extent. “I almost got you that time.” A voice whispered and yelled in his ear, like nails on a chalkboard the imitation of a human voice receded.

“Yeah, well almost doesn’t count.” Jacob retorted as he pulled his helmet over his head and sped off. The fire department would be here soon and he needed to be gone before they arrived. He had just thrown an unidentified object into the fire after all. He honestly found it quite funny how the horror had thought this would stop him. It was a suitable stupidity to the fate of the world riding on his pizza delivery skills.