(My teacher told me to engage my brain by, either writing or reading OR, doing Iready but, I do not wanna do Iready and, I need a excuse to write so, this is my excuse.)
Y/N sat in the chair awaiting the first question to be asked as the man shuffled through his papers before taking a paper out of the stack and setting it out before Y/N. "Thank you for offering to fill a position for this establishment!" Y/N nodded, "It's no problem. Honestly, it seems like a lovely job to have." It really didn't sound like a dream job... working with Lil gremlins all day. "All I ask of you is that you fill out this questionnaire. It will give me insight into your work experience." With this, the manager went to grab a writing utensil, "Would you rather have a pen or, a pencil?" Y/N didn't know why it mattered but, props to him for asking at least, "A pen will work nicely thank you for asking!" Y/N didn't know how much longer they could bask in this artificial exchange of awkward excitement. The manager seemed used to the happy-go-lucky attitude no matter how artificial it come off to be. The manager set the pen down by Y/N for them to take to which they did. Now, silence overlapped the room the only sound able to be heard being the scratch of the pen which, Y/N held.
The questionnaire took longer than Y/N was prepared for. She wasn't about to complain though and, get sloppy with her writing she had things worth losing back at her place which, her parents had been kind enough to offer her to stay in for these moments in time. She wasn't up to being kicked out of the place they put over her head quite yet. To put it more simply she was renting a house but, the house had been rented under her parent's name? So, she paid her parents who in turn paid the rent for her. Y/N turned the seeming to be the last page of the field, "Excuse me, Sir, I seemed to have finished answering your questions that you had put before me to answer." The man who was once lost the screen before him shifted his viewing range to the woman who sat before him, "Wow, the last person we hired took a grand total of 3 hours to fill out that sheet!.." his voice seemed to grow quieter as if to mimic a whisper, "Just between you and me they were a terrible writer.." Y/N had no clue as to why she was told this as it was a sort of breach of privacy of the previous taker of the questionnaire. But, Y/N didn't point this out instead she responded in a joking sort of tone, "Don't tell me they still work here!" The old
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FanfictionI caved and I am not happy yet here I am typing this please send help. THIS WON'T BE PURE SMUT THERE'S A STORYLINE Y/N, IN THIS CASE, IS PORTRAYED AS FEMALE WHERE I'M BETTER AT WRITING FEMALES. Y/N MAY BE A SWITCH. Also Sun and Moon can be humans bu...
