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Falling off a roof (Tw: blood/injuries)

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Peter had asked Jack to come into work early to fix something on the roof, so he came at 10 pm, 2 hours before the shity diner opened.

When he got there his boss was waiting outside with a ladder and a tool box, lighting up when he saw his employee.

"Hello, hello hello, uhh I need you to check the roof, um some kids uh said they saw a uhhh birdnest up there and um that shouldn't be there" the phone said, interrupting himself several times while Jack just stared blankly at him.

"Sure phoney, but what's the tool box for?" the orange man asked.

"It's in case the birds screwed anything uh up" he stated before fixing the ladder so Jack could climb up.

The man took the box with one hand and then began making his way up, stumbling a little bit due to balance issues.

"Yeah there's nothing up here" he yelled after a short while of looking around, he began walking back over to the ladder to when he got to the edge he tripped on the toolbox that he had left. Jack let out a short yelp before falling off the roof landing in front of Peter face first.

"Heck, are you okay, employee?" Peter asked, clearly worried, when he got no response he moved to carefully pry the other man off the slightly blood stained concrete. He then sat the tangerine up against a wall while Jack covered his mouth with his hands, crying slightly.

"I need you to uhh move your um hands" the phone headed man stated, but Jack just shook his head. Peter gripped the other man's wrists with his hands to move them by force, when he did however he instantly let go and recoiled.

"Thit it tat tad?" the orange man said, trying to ask 'is it that bad?' but failing miserably. "Yes it is employee, I'm uhh gonna call a um emergency dentist for you", Peter answered, somehow understanding him. He then picked up his receiver and dialed a clinic he knew was close to them.

After 2 rings someone picked up and the phone headed male described what had happened while his subordinate was spitting out blood on the sidewalk, only then realizing that his front teeth weren't there anymore, or at the very least he couldn't feel them.

Jack could however feel the panic rising inside himself and his breathing get faster and faster.

Peter hung up after 5 minutes and explained to Jack that the place he called had been a bit backed up and that he was scheduled for an appointment at 12:30 am. He nodded weakly to his boss and then asked what happened to his teeth, Peter hesitated for a moment before meekly telling him that they were currently laying shattered on the sidewalk.

Jack took a moment to register what his boss had said before turning his head slightly to where he fell and sure enough there were two fragmented teeth. He started panicking even more and tried to choke back a sob, falling immensely.

The phone-head-having man tried to calm the other down by petting his hair gently while trying to figure out what in the actual hell he was going to do. He needed to get Jack to the dentist but he couldn't exactly leave the restaurant unattended.

He decided to call Matt and ask him to watch the pizzeria since he always came in quite early. The virgin agreed, saying he'd be there in 20 minutes, Peter thanked the man and then hung up, going to check on Jack.

Phoney sat down next to the other man and began talking to him about whatever, it was mostly to distract him from the fact that he'd likely be in pain for the next hour or two, but it was still nice.

The orange man tried to talk back but it was mostly gibberish and accidently spitting blood everywhere. His boss didn't seem to mind as they continued chatting until Matt finally arrived.

Peter gave the virgin the keys to the establishment and some instructions and then hurried back off to Jack, he helped him get up before bringing him to the phone's car to drive there.

When they got to the clinic they still had an hour left till a dentist would be available. So they just sat there, Peter was talking about anything he thought the other would find even semi interesting while Jack spat blood in the paper bag his boss had given him to prevent his car from looking like a crime scene.

The tangerine listened intently to the other, he tried to talk back in the beginning but considering how badly that was going he stopped after two attempts. Peter looked at him with pity whenever he tried to speak considering the pain it seemed to cause.

Eventually a woman came and called out the name Jack Kennedy, the corpse got up and limped over to her, phoney chasing after him. The woman took them away to a sterile looking room and had Jack lay down on the chair.

(I'm skipping the actual patching him up part cuz' I don't know how to write that or even how they fix problems like this)

When they were done the corpse got up, cheeks still slightly damp from crying from a mix of fear and pain and tried to thank the dentist. He failed because of the cotton shoved in his mouth to stop the bleeding but they got the general message.

The men then got in the car and drove back to the restaurant. When they arrived and stepped out Dave basically tackled Jack, almost knocking him over. "Old sport, are you okay? the fuckin' virgin told me what happend" he said in a worried tone.

Jack simply nodded, still incapable of speech. Dave looked relieved and and then went back inside the child deathtrap, quickly being followed by his co worker and his employer.

After a few hours of working on whatever it was 6 pm and time to leave. The tangerine said bye to his boss and then walked home.

Tomorrow is another day.