It was another late night at Wilko for John, who had to stay late cleaning the Men’s restroom due to a customer throwing up all over a urinal and sink because of some bad sushi they ate before they got to the store. Better yet, it all occurred 5 minutes before the closing shift ended.
Go figure!
It was tough and grimy work that John had to do, but he enjoyed it. The instant satisfaction/gratification you get after seeing something you’ve cleaned/fixed was always a rewarding feeling to him. Plus, he liked the people he saw everyday, as they always treated with fairly so he did the same.
“And that should take care of that” he said as he finished mopping the last of the puke off the floor.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, and checked his watch.
12:45 a.m.
Normally he’d take the day shift, just so that his wife wouldn’t worry about him coming home so late, but he switched shifts with one of the younger guys who had a date tonight.
“Whelp, I’d better be getting back to Amanda, she’s probably still up waiting for me”
He wringed the mop in the bucket, when he noticed a smudge on one of the tiles on the wall.
“The poor bastard went full exorcist on this bathroom, he even hit the walls” John chuckled to himself, pulling a rag from his back pocket to scrub it.
At first, he lightly scrubbed it because it appeared not to be too dry or bonded with with the tile.
That failed, so he exerted a bit more force to get this tough stain out of the tile.
“What in the hell?” John said, being frustrated by this stubborn stain on the wall.
John put all his weight behind his hand and scrubbed his hardest against the stain, when suddenly, the tile clicked and retracted into the wall.
“Oops.”
From there, various clicking noises could be heard from behind the wall. John took a step toward the wall and put his ear up to it, just to confirm that he was in fact hearing these noises.
Just then, the wall split into two halves, and opened up into a dark room. John stumbled into the room as he was totally caught off guard, not knowing the wall was basically going to give out in him. He felt to his hands and knees, letting out an audible cry as he hadn’t taken a fall that hard since he was a teenager.
“Christ almighty” he said to himself, looking down at his before sitting upward and rubbing them together.
John looked up and seen that the room was pitch black, and all he could see was a pedestal, with what seemed to be a glowing orb hanging over it.
He couldn’t quite explain it, but he felt as if he was being called to the orb. To spring up onto his feet and race to embrace it. Despite this feeling, he slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and crept slowly toward the ball of light.
As he drew closer, he thought he could hear faint whispers coming from the direction of the orb, but discredited that due to his lack of belief in things of such matters.
Soon enough, John was right in front of the pedestal and the whispers grew louder. There were faintly engraved words on the pedestal, and they weren’t visible until John dusted them off with his hand.
“le....pouvoir.....de wilko? What the hell is that? French?” John thought out loud.
“Oui”
John looked up quickly to see the source of the reply, as now a hooded figure appeared on the other side of the pedestal.
The figure spoke broken English with a French accent, “John, as I have watched, your services you give Wilko are irreplaceable. Please, allow, me to offer this blessing, pour ton travail acharné”.
“What’re you talking about mate? Are you feeling funny?” John said, confused and a bit scared.
“Ah ah, Monsieur John. I am as you say, serious. Many service Wilko for generations, and this gift is for those of service” the figure said.
The orb then started to pulsate, and the whispers grew louder and louder in John’s ears.
Sweat drops began to form on John’s forehead, “What sort of gift?”.
The figure chuckled, as his voice deepened as he spoke. “The whispers you hear are from all. With this power, you are free to manipulate all and their vessels”.
Before John could question the figure, the orb produced a sublime and blinding light that caught him by surprise and forced John to cover his eyes. The orb then shot into John’s chest, rendering him breathless.
Just as he was about to pass out, he heard the figure whisper in his ear, “Manipulate the vessels of others as you please, or even your own for that matter. Farewell, fellow serviceman of Wilko”.
John later woke up:
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