Anxious Joy||sundrop x reader

CH1||morning person

(F/s favortite snack)
(F/d favorite drink)
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Laughter.

Loud sounds emitting from your friends and you. Just loud, expressive joy.

It was a warm and welcoming feeling.

Physically warm and metaphorically.

Just a perfect moment to keep with while you grow older. You wish this moment would last forever.

'What a memory.' You thought to your self having a silent conversation with your mind.

You were sitting on the side of your bed, relying on one of your hands to support your weight as you rub your face to waken yourself up.

The pale morning light flashing down on you to remind you of waking up just like most people.

Some lucky group of beings are still asleep in the comfort of their house, cuddled up with their pillows and blankets.

'I'm to tired to go further, but now I can't go back to sleep.' You groan as you pick yourself up, stretching your limbs as far as they can reach to quickly slump down with a light shake.

"What do I have to eat.." You inquired out loud to no one but yourself.

"Ugh.." You dragged out.
There was no food that looked apatizing to you or enough to fill your stomach.
"I guess a morning walk wouldn't hurt too bad." You were never a morning person, takes too long to regain your energy.

You head back to your bedroom to get clothed well enough to go outside with some confidence in knowing you don't look like a walking corpse fresh from the grave. Actually, that's a bit morbid, more like you just woke up. Like you just have.

'Who cares for technicality anymore it's just myself I'm talking to.'

You got dressed and searched for your phone.

"I thought I put it here last night, where on earth did it go?" You moaned out in agony at the forgetfulness of your own mind.

You really, really. Weren't a morning person.

You shuffled your hands under your blanket and pillows, checking underneath your stuffed animals incase they took it. You never knew what they could be up to at night.

"Ah-hah, found it." You say in reward for finding your phone. You must have fell asleep with it again, due to it being hidden in the sheets.

You check it for any notifications that might have come up when you were asleep, but nothing popped up.

You sigh and place it in your bag.

"Maybe some coffee could do me good." You ponder, not a too bad idea.

You grab your bag to carry some of your belongings with you, just in case you are in need of them for a situation.

You get your keys hearing them jingle together and hearing a click after, indicating your home was locked.

You turn your heels and trudge forwards down the street.
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You press your hands firmly against the door making it push past you and ring a bell alerting the employees of your presence.

You stare down in embarrassment. You weren't a social butterfly. When you were younger it was diferent but now it has changed quite darastically.

You slowly walk into line to take your order after the person ahead of you has taken theirs.

It finally gets to your turn as you now get your chance to order.

"Hello, what may I get you today?" The woman in front of you asked with pep in her tone.

"Uhm, I think a f/d and a, f/s?" You shyly reply to her fiddling with your hands and attempting to avoid unnecessary eye contact between you and her.

"Alright then that'll be (price)." She responds to you, instructing to pay so she could do her part.

"Oh, yeah. Here" you awkwardly hand her cash you had stored in your bag holding your other belonglings along side the money.

"Your name?" she asks after you done your part.

"Ah, Y/n. My name." You spoke in broken down words.

"Thank you, please wait for your order." She instructed as she turned the oposite way to make your order.

'Why am I so awkward.' You mentally curse at yourself for making everything so uncomfortable.

An open seat far from most lines view in the back catches your attention.

'Perfect.' You mentally cheered.

Putting your bag next to yourself, you open it to grab your phone and connect to the shops WiFi.

'I haven't checked the news in ages. Wouldn't hurt I guess.' You thought.

Swiping to open up a new tab in Google you check what shows up in recent news.

"New: Freddy Fazbears pizzaria and entertainment center."
Is the first heading you see.

'What is that?'

'This is the first time hearing of this name.'

'And it's new?'

The first entry peaked your interest so you tapped on the page to take you to the site to get more information on what this is specifically.

'Freddy fazbear. It's an animatronic? Well that makes sense.'

You looked further into the article of this subject and took notice to how they are severely under staffed. You currently were a solo artist just making money from commissions you got and your patreon.

Not much, but enough to live comfortably without many worries.

'A side job wouldn't hurt to have. Extra money to spend I guess.' Your thoughts then paused before going further after hearing your name being called.

"Order for Y/n!" The woman from before shouted into the crowd from behind the counter.

You stood up feeling anxious as people turned to look over at you.

You speed walk over to her and say a quick "thank you." then shuffle back to your spot with your food and drink hoping to not cause too much attention.

You sigh heavily as everyone returns to their original conversations and forget about you.

Your screen is brought back up to your face with your hand as you skim through the article once again.

"Here's where to sign up!"

Do I really want to do this?' second thoughts on the idea started popping up.

But then decided to at least give it a try.

You only live once after all.

Tapping on the link in blue bolded letters and numbers, you were brought to another page with appilcation forms and more information on the building and rules.

You started to type out the blanks in the digital forms for a request to work as an employee.

This place was for children's entertainment and party's, 'a fun experience for the whole family' too.

The pay was quite decent and there were a couple of shifts still open to choose from.

Children aren't so bad to talk with but reasoning with them is a different story. Dealing with vomit is also something, kids tend to sick easily and decide 'why not throw up on someone?' It's a pain but, nothing else is stopping you for signing up for this job.

'So, next week? Alright then. Let's see how this turns out.'

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I have no other ideas except for you finding a job in a café so that's how it be