Jude Murray / Intruder

Judas was stood on the balcony of his office on the 19th floor. He looked down at all the people passing by below him, they looked so little..so..insignificant to him. "I don't think I made my point clear, If you don't get me those god damn papers by tomorrow you can tell your children they won't be getting a visit from Santa this year." His grip tightened on the phone he held, letting out a snarl before hearing someone coming into his office. "hold that thought, I'll call you back."

"You and I aren't that far apart..was not expecting that. Certainly something interesting I guess..but yeah I agree suprinsgly, I hate wearing anything that's too tight on my body especially with my legs it's the most annoying shit ever. Or if it has a sandy texture..eugh.." Judas explained his discomfort with certain textures, he was clearly high on the spectrum since it was possible for people lower on the spectrum to not exactly have these sensory issues. "Oh I totally understand, can you imagine having to deal with people screaming at you at 6 in the god damn morning over a spilled coffee? It wasn't fun working for Cafe at sixteen. Let alone the fact I wasn't even allowed to take any pills because they were from the anti christ or something, that shit my mom and father said."

"I guess I just kinda powered through, I wanted to get myself out of that damn dump once and for all to never see their faces again so I put up with it for a couple of years, i got drinks poured on me, screamed at, almost mugged o