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Revived Relocation

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BEE- click

You'd gingerly press a finger on the button that canceled the morning alarm you set beside your bed, forcefully willing yourself to wake up and open your eyes. You'd take a deep breath while lying in bed before sighing, seems like another day has begun.

In a swift motion, you'd roll out of your bed and onto your feet. Luckily, you weren't one of the people who would lose their vision for a second and gain a headache after getting up too quickly, making it easier for you to actually start your day. As you made your way to the bathroom, you'd be greeted by the cold morning tiles that met your bare feet. Closing the door behind you (not sure why, must've been a habit of yours) you'd begin your morning routine while planning out your day.

Whilst brushing your teeth, you were checking off a mental bucket list. At the top was... oh! Seems like you had an interview to host with... Right, (Bsf/n). Recently they had been laid off from their job for internal reasons that for the sake of them, you probably won't mention in the said interview. You'd reflect more on your schedule for the day as you rinse your mouth and... hmm, almost forgot some Phone guy that had recently reached out and wanted to be hired and you were going to meet them today as well. Man, this place was near abhorrently weird.

You recently moved into this house in Denver where it turns out the previous owners just disappeared, never to be seen again... or pay the bills so they just legally 'took' the house and put it up for real estate or something. They didn't even take the time to clean up any of the previous owner's belongings, obviously so as you had to take down multiple picture frames. You almost felt bad when the first day you moved in that you had to take down most of the pictures, it made you feel uncomfortable with them up. Just some bald man in the middle, accompanied by a young ginger girl with a pink dress and another man but this time, they weren't bald. They all could've been siblings by how they looked but, you never know. Moving on from all that, you'd finish up your morning hygiene routine and walk out the bathroom and past all the boxes of things that were yours to unpack and stuff that the previous owners left to be discarded. You honestly just mainly lodged all the unwanted items into the room at the end of the hall, seems like the previous owners had done that as well since there was some old decrepit unused arcade machine left there to rot. You were definitely going to chuck that away one day, you didn't like the way it made you feel when you were in the room.

(enough with the home tour : angry emoji:!!)

After dressing up for the day and haphazardly making your breakfast, you left the house and towards your (f/c) car. Sitting in the driver's seat and using the key to start the engine, you begin to drive to your location. Luckily as you drove out of the neighbourhood block you'd note that there was minimal traffic, usually it'd be annoyingly congested on the roads no matter what hour to the point you'd be mentally road raging. Taking the spare time you had while driving, you'd go over some thoughts and ideas you had for your restaurant, yup, thats right. You were a proud owner of a once forgotten and demolished franchise, Freddy's Fazbenders pepperoneri? Or whatever the previous owners of the Freddy's likeness used. Once even named themselves 'bear', at this point the official name of the franchise could be debated.

Recently you had started one for yourself called (Insert restaurant name of choice - IRNoC), even now as you sit in your char slightly pissed at how long this red light takes to change to green, you weren't entirely sure on exactly why you started it. One of the points was to make money, obviously, you also already had great knowledge in technology and robotics. Back in school, you discovered your absolute love in robotics thanks to the schools robotics club, having won multiple competitions you had a dedicated shelf in your childhood home of medals won in those said competitions. But your school-life was a story for another day. If you were being honest, the other was based off your lengthy critiques you've had for a long time about how the previous owners ran their businesses. Mistakes that were so easily avoided and taken care of, and after a while it was nagging at you so... yeah... you kind of just decided to do it yourself. It had been years since one was ACTUALLY functional, so this meant starting one was like building something from a blank slate based off a wide free use idea, not that you were complaining. You would've rather'd not to have the murders and missing cases attached to your name.

Before starting any of this, you even visited previous charred remains (for some reason just left there) of old variants of the pepperoneries owned by failed business owners and found some old decrepit tape set that SOMEHOW survived the deadly infernos that were probably caused by shitty wiring, just laying under some rubble. The ash and dust and general wear' n tear has long scratched off the covers of the tapes but you made out something something 1993 edition. You took it home sometime ago and tried watching it, even forcing yourself to look at the grossly hue'd man in the video. Long story short, 99% of the first tape was already just spewing garbage. If this was some introductory tapes you think you know why most of the businesses failed.
Like, 'who in the right mind would burn perfectly good legal paper work?' You thought. Obviously, you completed all the legal papers tied to starting a business, not sure WHY YOU WOULD WANT TO DO THAT, honestly I would've listened to the tapes and avoided doing all th- did you just roll your eyes at me? Ugh, fine I'll continue with the story. While passing by a digital sign on the road, you'd take a quick glance and notice it stated that there had been a traffic accident on one of the routes you usually used, well speak of the devil, here goes the traffic-... unless you used detour route. Sure, it took longer but you had places to be and things to do. After a few minutes of painfully sharp turns that resulted in the crudely built roads of the suburban detour, your slowly made your way back into urban areas and pulled up to your destination. Your location, your restaurant.

Shutting the engine and stepping out the car, you'd take a moment to stretch and hear your bones click from the long drive you had to make to get here. You'd look up and see your establishment, (Insert restaurant name of choice - IRNoC). You wouldn't say all it's glory as it hadn't reached your standards just yet, but already, I can say it's definitely more hygienic than past locations.

What are you waiting for? Go in and start your day, strap in because it's going to be a long one, (y/n).