Posted Sun Mar 25, 2018 | 453 Words | Tagged story chav accent

ukscallys:

Fit as fuck all of them specially one on the left !

Maxwell was on his usual way to work in his suit, as he always did. He enjoyed the high life of wearing expensive suits and never thought twice about the sheer volumes of money he was moving day to day with a click of a button at his desk.

That was until one day, when the lads were keeping eye on his posh car. Some posh bloke had asked to get rid of Maxwell and given them a Nike backpack full of stuff “to use as necessary” and if they did as they were told they’d be set for life. When they heard they’d be sent to London for it they were a bit more interested. Up for a laugh either way, they accepted it. They could knock the ponce out anyway if he was chatting shit. And either way it was a day or so out from the council estate.

As Maxwell went towards his car, they jumped him, punched him a few times and then realised they could do something else. Inside the bag was a small bottle of tablets which the label said they just needed to crush up in their mouth and spit in the target’s mouth and the target would become just like them.

They opened Maxwells mouth and then the taller one spat the gunk out into his mouth, and then took hold of Maxwell before the other copied. They saw a change in his eyes as his pupils immediately dilated and let go of him.

“You fucking cunts”, Maxwell shouted at them, shocked at his tone of voice. It wasn’t his usual posh accent, but more like something… northern.

“Mate, he’s sounded proper Scouse ain’t he?”

“Fucking worked didn’t it”

They found the guy at the address specified and they received the money. All in cash as well. Their faces lit up knowing they were gonna do well. By now Maxwell’s frame had shrank down, his smart clothes feeling loose on him. Also his hair had receded to look more like theirs. His attitude was starting to change as well.

They were sent back to their estate in Liverpool, before making Max as he wanted to be called now, wear his old clothes until they got there. Turned out in the rest of the bag was a full EA7 tracksuit. He was well chuffed and enjoyed the big party his new mates threw for him.

Even though they had the money, it didn’t stop the lads from nicking clothes they liked and showing Max his new way of life. In a way he was enjoying his new life more than his old one.