Chapter 1

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FLARE'S POV

I was in the middle of raging from being left on a cliffhanger when my phone buzzed with a new message.

Flare: 'Who da faq is texting me?'

I picked up my phone and saw it was a response about my application to be a cashier. At first I was nervous, but as I read I just got pissed and partially glad. The text read as follows.

'We thank you for considering to join us, however we find that we cannot have someone with autism as we need people who can empathize and learn.'

(I've read stories about bullshit like this and it just makes my blood boil.)

After reading the text I did something that was calm and rational.

I sent an image of the autism spectrum and how it doesn't = shit like that like these morons thought it did. I finished it off by blocking the number. Atleast I didn't have to deal with that anymore.

I decided to do some research into the mailmam job since that looked to be the best option now. I highly doubted I'd get the nightguard position or even an interview. Maybe that experience is leaving the wrong impression but I needed something to do before I burst into flames.

NO POV AT FREDDA'S

In the manager's office, who will be called Boss Man since I'm bad at thinking up names, he was sorting through the pile of résumés he got. This was a regular thing at this point, so much bs coming in frequently from pervs who just wanted to oogle at the girls.

He'd gotten the art of catching their lies down to a fine art: Ask the applicant who their favourite animatronic was and why during a phone call. He would either get a blantant boobs or ass response, or the person stuttering to find some reasonable explanation as to why.

After denying one of the blantant ones he came across Flare's application. Reading through it he questioned why he would sign up for this position if he had anxiety since guarding could be stressful at times. The rest seemed pretty ok though so he got his phone and rung up his number.

FLARE'S POV (So many pov changes)

I jumped when my phone started ringing, almost dropping my book and losing my place. After placing the bookmark in and putting the book to the side, I answered my phone.

Flare: Hello?

Boss man: Hello. Is this Flare?

Flare: It is, who's asking?

Boss man: This is the owner of Fredda's Anime Convention. I read your application and decided to give you an interview.

Hearing that almost sent my eyebrows to the moon. Wasn't I just thinking that it would get rejected? Last I checked I wasn't the main character in a story.

Doom: 'Already fixing it.'

Boss man: Out of curiosity, why did you choose to be a nightguard? I read that you have anxiety and these types of jobs would get stressful.

Flare: Well, frankly my anxiety doesn't hit too bad and the job was better than some other choices.

Boss man: Alright, I'm going to switch to some of my more standard interview questions now. Are you ok with working from 12 AM to 6 AM?

Flare: Yep, I wake up around then whether I like it or not so it'll be fine.

Boss man: Right, would you consider yourself calm under stressful conditions?

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