Note: This story will not have names for the chapters unlike my normal stories, mainly because it's extremely hard to come up with a chapter name. Some of the chapters will also feature diary entries written by Shingle, so you'll see his reasonings for committing such atrocities.
SECTION 1 - (Morality)
Hello, I'm Shingle. It's currently 1991, and I'm working part time at a McDonalds. It's been around for 36 years and it's still amazing to me. I love being able to go into the back and cook myself what the manager calls a 'big mac.' They're so tasty and the feeling I get is incredible. But, my manager is an asshole. He shouts at me for dropping ONE chip. And the chip I drop is ALWAYS burnt so I don't see why he's complaining. If anything my accidents are saving the customer's tongue! Fuck my boss man! I can't wait to leave this job and get a better one. My dream job is to work for a better restaurant, like Los Pollos Hermanos. I've always loved chicken. Hell, it's an eating disorder, man! Gotta love that stuff, huh? Anyways, I hate my manager but what can I do? I gotta save money for university or something. I know it sounds so stupid and not worth any money but I just wanna get a degree so I can get a better job. I'm also getting bullied at school! Not by any of my friends or by anyone, but by the teachers. My history teacher who is a big fat jerk doesn't even like me to be in his classroom. I never say a word about it, I don't even retaliate, but then he goes to my desk and loudly whispers, "Shingle, why don't you shut up?" at me, and my friends are like, "Maybe you should say something about that." But I don't have anything to say about it, so I just don't say anything. Anyways, after my shift I'm gonna get a cab to Los Pollos Hermanos and get myself some of that chicken. Bye for today!
First Entry, 26/11/1991
Just from that entry alone, we can tell Shingle is a bit troubled. He has many reasons to feel this anger towards everyone that bullies him, and the worst part is nobody believes him when he tells them. So, who can he talk to? You'd think he'd talk to the police but after they falsely arrested his father for 38 years back in 1988, he couldn't go to them. They'd assume he's trying to bail his dad out.
Manager: Hey! Get back to work! Your shift isn't over yet!
Shingle sighs.
Shingle: Alright...
He puts his diary away and gets back to the kitchen. He has three orders pending, and around 6 minutes of his shift left, so he needs to hurry up.
Manager: Hey, there. Finish the burgers, quickly! You've only got like 6 minutes left!
Shingle huffs and continues on with his work. After some time passes, Shingle finishes the burgers. Finally, his shift is over. He grabs his cash, his wallet, and leaves.
As he gets out of the restaurant, he notices an ad for a new diner in the newspaper. He dismisses the ad and throws the newspaper in the bin. He notices his friend walking past.
Shingle: Hey! Hank!
Hank: Oh shit man! Shingle, how's it been? I haven't seen you in ages!
They dap each other up.
Shingle: Yeah, last time I saw you was when we tried to bail my dad out 3 years ago!
Hank: Man, that doesn't even feel like that long ago!
Shingle: Neither does 1975!
Hank: What happened then?
Shingle: I was born! I'm 16, remember?
Hank: Oh, yeah I forgot. I was only 1 when you were born, how was I supposed to remember?
Shingle: Fair point. Anyways, I've gotta go home. My mum's probably waiting for me.
Hank: Just call her on your cellphone.
Shingle pulls out a vintage Nokia Cityman 100.
Hank: Fucking hell that's an expensive phone!
Shingle: Yeah, nearly 600 quid!
Shingle calls his mother and tells her he's going to Los Pollos Hermanos for tea instead.
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Crimson Duty
ActionA really big story created as a spinoff to The Gang. This story is meant to represent the criminal life Shingle lives in an alternate universe. This story is NOT meant to be a series. Please do not wait for a second story. Alternate Republic of Cong...
