“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused. He looked down at the laundry basket, filled with, not laundry as you’d assume, but instead two jugs of milk. A stranger had been running in his direction and suddenly stopped to thrust the laundry basket into his hands. “I don’t need these jugs man!” Paul yelled at the running stranger. People walking by on the sidewalk glanced at him...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused.

“Do we?” Asked the guy crouching down in front of him. The purple hilts of the dual blades on his back showing freely. He had bright red eyes with a sluggish look on his face. He was lazily looking up to another guy with a mask of a laughing demon. The guy nodded. “Shoot.” He mumbled under his breath. “Hey, sorry man. Thought you were so...

“You’ve got the wrong guy” he shouted, dazed and confused.

“Oh no you hear that boys we should let him go then.” The official looking man said, pining him to the ground. His crowd snickered amongst themselves one even letting out a good hardy chuckle. “Like I haven’t heard that one before Mr. Black, or should I call you Freddy Mayson.”

In all truth Quinten Black has no clue what’s going on. One...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused. Again they whacked him, the smack of the metal bat agonizing against his bare shoulder. He made to stifle a shriek, but it escaped his mouth like the whistle of a kettle. The black cloth sack went over his head for a third and final time.

From the sack came the insistent muffled voice, strewn with pain and panic. “You’ve got the wrong g...

(I didn't care for my first attempt at this prompt...I rarely delete these. Figured I'd take some more time and make it a bit more unique. LMK what yall fine folks think!)

"You've got the wrong guy!" Shouted the man on the screen. There was a dazed expression on his face, his voice coated with confusion.

“He’s the killer,” Denny blurted out. “So obvious. Watch. It’s always the boyfriend…I gu...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused.

The old woman standing over him bared her teeth, her eyes aflame. She shoved her staff into Greyson’s chest, forcing him flat onto the ground.

“No more tricks from you, peasant!” she spat. “Where is that cursed genie?”

Greyson squinted up at her, grunting from the pressure of her staff. He suddenly became aware of a rumbling in the gro...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused. With a throbbing headache and queasy stomach he struggled to free himself from the zip tie restraints fastening his wrists and ankles to the kitchen chair. Through blurry eyes he attempted to recognize the two little men who stood silently before him. “Who are these tiny people and how did they get the drop on me?” he thought to himself, ...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” He shouted, dazed and confused. “It wasn’t me!”

The roar of the crowd drowned out his pleas. He watched, wide-eyed from the window of him humble homestead.

The townsfolk had to of been deceived by her. This had her written all over it. But he never imagined she’d take it this far. He’d underestimated her powers.

The chants of the rage-filled crowd began to align.

“Bu...

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” he shouted, dazed and confused.

“It wasn’t he who kill Candra,” he said, “it was me.”

Everyone looked around and at each other.

“I killed that bitch,” he exclaimed....

“You’ve got the wrong guy!” He shouted, dazed and confused.

Those were the last words he screamed,before he passed out cold. Bright colors appeared,before his closed

Lids, spinning and dancing, tricking his brain, to think that he reached a rainbow. This night was supposed to

Be the night of fun, music, and some spirits with friends. Now just a hard internal pounding, and some face pain

To go alo...