It’s a mellow, quiet afternoon as you step outside and make my way to subway to get a sandwich. The streets are calm, with the soft hum of the city just beginning to stir. The air is fresh, carrying the scent of distant bakeries and the faint rustle of leaves.

You walk down the block, enjoying the peaceful rhythm of my footsteps. The familiar entrance of the subway restaurant soon comes into view, and you pause for a moment to take in the surroundings. The morning light filters through the trees, casting a soft glow on the pavement, and everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

As you entered the Subway restaurant, the familiar scent of fresh bread and savory ingredients greeted me. The store was quiet, with just a few customers leisurely choosing their sandwiches. The staff behind the counter greeted me with warm smiles, their calm and friendly demeanor adding to the serene atmosphere.

You made my order with optional ingredients on display and got my sandwich. You paid for the sandwich and bid them a farewell before walking outside to the park nearby and took a seat on a bench, preparing to take a bite in my sandwich after unwrapping but before you could you felt something weird in the sandwich, like some sort of subtle vibration before small legs and arms of a stick mans popped out of it…… WHAT THE—