Coffee Please! || Rf Wally x Reader ||

001: ECLIPSE

(I would just like to say, this story is outdated from the new version. If you would like the newest version of the project, please go and select a different book because after this book is finished, there will be no sequels for now. I hope you understand.)

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Boxes invade my eyesight completely, it almost hurts. I sigh, knowing all of this unpacking is going to take till midnight until I'm done, and somehow I have to figure out how to pay bills until next week when it's due since I don't have a job yet, I'm still looking for interviews, but nothing seems available online, and I really have no idea what I'm going to do because I don't wanna go in person.

But that seems my only choice.

I grab my bag and leave it on the rug in the living room, which only has a couch that seems broken with no pillow since the wrapping that the moving people did not decide to unwrap when they brought everything in, but they left before I could even say hello. I sink in my couch, grabbing my laptop from my bag and placing my bag beside me while I get my MacBook out. I've had this since the first day of college, but it doesn't run as smoothly as it used to when my parents got me it for work, but I obviously only used it for homework and studying.

The others? Social media. I mean how else am I going to photoshop my photos to make it look like I'm in California?

I wait until my MacBook turns on which takes a couple of minutes, I go on my phone, putting in my passcode, then going to messages to see that my parents were overflowing my phone with worries and concerns about me and my house, but I had to ignore those while I rolled my eyes. Mostly about marriage and work. It's always about work. I've barely started my life yet and my parents are worried about children? Do I want children? No. I never plan on having those.

Finally, my MacBook comes up, a big loading screen, but it's a start that I even turned on in such little time, new record broken. I really need to upgrade my computer before I start work.

I mean, I'm going ahead of myself. I'm trying to keep my money in a good shape. Buying something is not the correct way when you first buy a house. I feel like a balloon loose in the sky, worrying about debit and not my career. I'm supposed to be in a lab, not sitting on my couch with a broken blanket that seems to be my only source of warmth until I'm able to afford a heater.

The loading screen ends and I let out a huge  sigh. I try go to google, but it's a bit laggy. I deal with it, it's not that big of an issue since I'm always used to it. Maybe it's because I have so many files from my college career. I never really thought about deleting them ever since I graduated, I'll do that later. Like I always say. After what feels minutes or even days, the lag somewhat stops before I'm able to search up job websites, begging for no viruses at the moment.

I bring my cursor over to a job description for labs, but it brought me to janitor websites. I click off even though it wouldn't let me. I struggled, but I succeeded minutes later before I got a virus saying 'BUY ONE GET ONE!' I tried closing it, but more popped up. I groaned finally getting most of the tabs cleared before I went back down the shopping list.

This is driving me crazy.

I give myself a minute to breathe, putting my hand on my forehead, while my head rests on the top of my couch. I saved myself there. I put my hand off of my forehead and try to grow up.

Come on, y/n. I won't do this. I'm not going to be a baby over a computer virus. This computer has been through more viruses in the past week, I think I can handle this. No, I KNOW I can handle this. Remember what you studied for. Don't let that go to waste, y/n.

The encouragement in my brain helps slightly.

I scroll down more down the 'shopping list.' The more websites, the more viruses. I memorized which ones look sketchy and which ones looked normal. But I barely clicked on any of them because they all looked sketchy in my opinion. I stopped moving my cursor and clicked on one.

One that caught my eye, 'Wally's rainbow facility. In need of scientists.' Really? Is this a ticket to heaven? If so, let me in!

I click on the website to notice it's all colorful just like a children's party. Multiple clickable things that would take you to different websites, way more easier than those websites. I clicked on the job applications and didn't really worry too much about 'the neighborhood' or whatever they're little motto was.

I noticed there was different ones that was the same, but just what you were mostly looking for for the interview. Janitors, assistants, and scientists, which is what I clicked on since this is what I came here for.

Here comes the hard part.

The most thing a grown up could hate, applications.

Phone number, email, email address, address in general, I hate applications. Especially presentations. I can't remember the last time I even filled out one of these, probably in the ninth grade on those boring home computers where they would ask you about yourself, or icebreakers, those were pretty fun.

After filling out the application, it began to load, and load, and load some more. I groaned. Fidgeting with my fingers, anything that could help me pass time. Biting on my fingernails like my usual stim, it helped me concentrate.

After a few minutes, they said they would get back to me in less than two days for an available interview. Perfect, more waiting.

My favorite thing in the entire world. I groaned once more before slamming my MacBook, without even turning it off, and gently placed it on the rug, but throwing my bag aside. I wrapped my broken blanket around me, going under it where I felt safe. Like when I was younger and I thought monsters were under my bed or even in my closet, I would go under the blankets because it would make me feel safer, but I would never fall asleep.

The only thing that's making me feel safe right now, is that this is the only neighborhood that doesn't have any murders or kidnappers, at least that's what my neighbors told me to make me feel more welcomed. Kind, just what I needed.