MalO, of course. Perverted as ever.

You groan when you see the picture - whoever is doing this is a total sicko, and they took things up a notch, this time.

This time, MalO is in the main branch of your bank, the one you visit once or twice a year, if that. Still, MalO, or rather the programmer behind her, found it necessary to take a picture of the skull-faced monstrosity. She's sitting on the teller counter, legs spread and hands on the granite countertop behind her. The pose archs her back, thrusting her breasts forwards and upwards, and reveals her blacklipped, yet surprisingly pink sex. The fanged skull she has instead of a face is staring out of the picture with an intensity that almost scares you.

< You won't escape me, John >

Closing the app, you put a hand over your eyes. Prank or not, it's getting kind of creepy. The shop better be able to find the app and delete it for good.

After stepping into the repair shop, you have to wait a few minutes until the previous client has been served, but then it's your turn. Stepping up to the counter, you pull out your phone and push it over to the repairman.

"Hey, so... I downloaded some app from the store that I'm now trying to delete," you begin, scratching the back of your neck in annoyance, the repairman - 'Mike' according to his nametag - looking at you indifferently. "Only I can't find it anywhere on my phone."

"Uh-huh." Mike sounds bored. He probably deals with loads of people that know next to nothing about their phones only to then waste his time with stuff they could have done themselves. "Unlock it for me, please?"

Rolling your eyes, you do so, and Mike picks it up, raising an eyebrow in your direction.

"What's the name of the app?"

"Pff, MalO or something. I checked the app list and any menu I could think of, nothing."

"Sure you did..." Dismissing you without a second thought, Mike begins to swipe through menus, tapping on icons - and grows increasingly annoyed. "The fuck? Are you pranking me? There is no app with that name on here!"

Before you can answer, Mike plugs a laptop into the phone, boots a file explorer and taps a few keys. Only to curse and rip the cable from your poor phone.

"Yeeaah, get outta here. If you want to waste my time, get a better story." Holding out his hands, he moves his fingers in a 'come on' motion. "That'll be five bucks."

"For what, exactly? You didn't do anything."

"But you wasted my time. And it wasn't even a good prank. Pay up, buddy."

Frowning, you pull out your wallet and throw Mike the five bucks. Not worth the hassle to put up a fuss.

"Thanks for nothing, then," you say as you turn around with a dismissive wave and walk out of the repair shop.

So much for that, then. What are you gonna do now?