Cashier x Gender neutral reader fanfic. (GASA4)

4 AM.

You open your eyes slowly and groggily to the shine of the full moon through the window.

...

 What time is it?

You slowly sit up, looking towards your left at the digital clock resting above the dresser.It's 4 am, and you feel.. Hungry?

You slowly stretch your arms, before sliding off the bed and standing up. Tip toeing towards the door, you open it with utmost care, and for once? The universe agrees with you, silently creaking open. You slide your hand by the side of the hall's wall, turning in the lights as you felt your hand glaze over the switch.

The light illuminated the hallway, peeking into the living room.

Squinting, you make your way towards the kitchen, turning on the lights as well and searching around. A basket of fruits and.. A suspicious orange.. An unlabelled sandwich.. Wait, since when was that there? It's probably moldy.

Paying it no mind, you sigh as you open the empty fridge.

With even more disappointment you close it- turning the light off and grabbing some pocket money, heading outside to check a nearby convenience store. Perhaps there's something waiting for you there?

...

The crickets seemed louder tonight. Or was that just you? It's 4 am after all. Your mind may not be in the best place. You're tired. You're not supposed to be awake at this time of day. Or night? Which is it?

You slowly approached the convenience store. You heard the distant static of the AC from outside, turning into a calm hum as you closed the door; the bell ringing. The cashier looked at you and waved: doing his job and greeting you.

"Welcome. If you'd like something, please make sure you have the money and bring it to me."

..

The response almost sounded gamelike. Weird.

Once again you pay it no mind.

You find yourself in one of the Isles infront of a few jugs of milk and a near empty rack of eggs. Perhaps you didn't just want a snack- were you actually hungry?

You head back to the cashier with an egg and a jug of milk."That'll be.. 3.5 dollars."

You rummage through your pocket money for a while, before placing it on the counter."... Thanks for buying. Have a good morning." The cashier says, returning to minding their own business- looking at the break timer.Ring!

You walk back outside again.

It feels colder.

No matter. You walk back home, with nothing but the cold wind and the dim lights of the street guiding you.

The door creaked as you opened it, heading in towards the kitchen. Perhaps a jug of milk was a bit too much- but hey. It's good enough for a few days.

You place a fan on the stove, placing a frying pan on it as well. After a few seconds of waiting, you crack the egg and place it into the pan- letting it sit there for a moment before beginning to stir it with a spatula and pouring in small specs of salt every now and then. A good scrambled egg.Eventually you transfer it to a plate, turning the stove off and placing it on the table- grabbing the earlier jug of milk and pouring yourself a cup of milk as well.

 Ah, a perfect breakfast. A good way to start your day- you thought, nomming knowing you were going to go to sleep right after.

You soon finish, placing the plate in the sink and giving it a small wash along with the cup of milk- placing it upside down by the sink and returning the plate to its rack.

Your stomach filled and your hunger satiated, you return to your room, shutting the lights off and comfortably setting back into bed.

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