Could care less (DSaf AU)

Fun start

Warning
Slight language
Cringe level 6
Matt

Narrator's POV
Jack hated screaming children, but his new job embraced that shit. Maybe he shouldn't have made that pact, however, it was for a good reason. Soon a man with a phone for a head walked up to the scrawny orange man and introduced himself as Scott, Jack's new boss. "So, you're Jack Kennedy?" He asked, Jack nodded swiftly with a visibly fake smile. Scott noticed. "Ah yes, a liar. We need more of you." He said, an inaudible mumble came after but the orange man could hear only the words 'Other than'. Maybe for the better. They walked together down to the office and Jack answered a few questions. "One more thing," The phone said. "I need you to sign this contract." He held out a piece of paper and a pen, Jack took them. "No need to read it, signing it now is faster. We all signed the contract." He didn't like the tone Scott used on 'all' but signed it anyway. Hey, what could go wrong? Not being able to leave the company?

"Another employee is in the safe room down the bathroom corridor, it- he'll help you suit up." Scott stuttered, Jack could tell that his boss didn't like that other employee right after what he said. He nodded, afraid to speak. Ever since his older brother ran into him all those years ago and knocked out his front tooth Jack has had an extreme lisp. The phoney quickly walked out of the office, and Jack decided to look around before performing. The dining area was surprisingly clean for a family restaurant besides a few cigarette butts and a single mattress in a darker corner. The prize corner freaked him out due to his co-worker, his name tag said 'Matthew V.'. "Hello, scary orange woman." Jack crossed his arms, people assumed his gender all the time due to his feminine body type and clothing choice. "I'm a dude." He said. "Anything you say." The creature replied, his odd smile seemed to get wider somehow. A minute later the orange 'woman' left the prize corner.

His final stop before the safe room was the kitchen, an unusually big rat ran past his feet when Jack walked in and he let out a high pitched squeal. The old chef peeked from around a corner to see what happened. "Damn rats." The chef mumbled, the glasses Jack wore helped him make out the name 'Ronaldo L.' on the chef's badge that basically hung by a thread. "Jesus, how long has he worked here?" Jack thought to himself. The annoyed expression on Ronaldo's face changed into a warm smile, it made Jack feel welcome even in this filthy excuse for a kitchen. He swore that he could smell a rotten corpse somewhere, "There better not be dead kids in these shitty pizzas." Jack thought. The old and young man chatted for a bit, surprisingly Ronaldo seemed (and looked) like he could be Jack's grandfather. They both waved good bye and finally, half an hour pass 12:00, he entered the safe room. Now Jack knew where the stench came from, the stale blood on the floor by the suits. He knew these were springlock failures, the puddles of blood were spread around too much for person to be stuffed in one. Then suddenly, without warning, Jack could feel hot breath going down the tiny bit of exposed neck that he had.

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Haha get left on a cliffhanger. However, expect a new cover in the morning or on Monday (wrote this at 1/31/2021 12:56 A.M). And also expect two chapters or so (depends on how bored or late at night it is) a day. Lastly, in the next chapter I will give you one hint on how my Dave's past went. Think of it as a rare treat.
Good morning, good evening or good night
-smxxth