Posted Fri Nov 6, 2015 | 204 Words | Tagged story chav

They had found the strange device in the back of the wardrobe in their new house. It was a fairly old place, with a mish mash of fairly old furniture and wasn’t in a particular great area, but it was affordable and decent.

It looked almost like a water pistol and had three stripes running down the side, almost like tracksuit bottoms. On the bottom it simply had a label saying “CHAV RAY. TD UK LTD”

Curious, the pistol was pointed towards Joe and was fired. The thing shot something, but the fear of it made Matt look away. When he looked back, Joe wasn’t the same. He had short hair, tracksuit bottoms and an adidas polo shirt.

“The fuck you doin mate with that?”

Joe’s voice had dropped as he snatched up the device and looked at it and threw it against the wall. An anger built up inside of him as he saw the state of his mate and punched him square in the nose, knocking him out cold. He picked up the device and made sure to turn up the power before getting his mate looking proper decent. Then he turned it towards himself and felt like he needed another blast.