Narrator POV
Winter of December 1st, 2021, Slimecicle is working at the restaurant cleaning up 12 minutes after the restaurant closed for the night.
slimecicle sighed in exhaustion
"Today was a mess," Slimecicle thought to himself while sweeping up the last few pieces of shattered beer bottles.
Quackity came in to check if anyone was here, "Oh charlie, mind closing up the restaurant tonight? you don't have to if you don't want to. I could just-"
charlie interrupted Quackity.
"it's fine I'll do it!" Charlie said taking a quick glance at quackity before walking to the trash in and throwing the glass shards away.
"you know, you should really take breaks" quackity said walking to the dining hall then sitting down.
"you know, you should really shut the hell up and mind your busniss" charlie said mocking quackity.
"Ouch, rude much?" Quackity said messing around with his cards. Slimecicle sighed and put the broom and dustpan away, "im going home." Charlie quoted ignoring quackitys comment.
"okay, bye?" Quackity said getting up and locking the back door.
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Slimecicle walked in his house and got change into confortable clothing.
"I always love the end of the day when i get to sit down and atually get peace and quiet" Charlie said to himself while petting his cat.
slimecicle fell asleep shortly after he turned on the Tv.
