Just A Monster (KP FIC)

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Like every other day in the cafeteria, in the wake of early morning the main lobby was flooded with indistinct chatter. Messy, loud, and obnoxious gootraxians from all around devoured their food like a bunch of monsters. Most hadn't even bothered to chew with their mouth closed. It was like they were purposefully trying to turn the place into a mosh pit. There was at least one goo that was high on 3 bottles of liquor trying to provoke another into battle. I previously recommended we stopped selling drinks like that in the morning but Sprinklekit was having none of it, I couldn't make a single recommendation without them insisting my help was no longer needed as of now. I'm aware I'm no longer employed here but it's way better said then that.

I've never been one that hates a mess, if anything Sprinklekit was always the one rushing back and fourth trying to keep the place as clean as possible. Pushing past gootraxians (who couldn't keep their asses to their seat) in order to do so. But they don't put as much effort as they used to. As I leaned against the front counter and eyed at the shambles that was now the cafeteria I could barely battle the urge to leap over it and make it as spotless and shining as it was the night before the wreck it self. I usually found my self ignoring it all so I could avoid watching people enjoying their meals but when you were left alone to take care of the matter all night it genuinely hurts to see it all thrown away within an hour. It didn't help knowing that we'd be open for at least 8 more hours and the place looked like it had been consistently littered with garbage for an entire week. I snarled under my breath, wishing everyone here could be a little more sanitary with the time they spend here. People are supposed to come here to sit down and eat. Not pretend apocalyptic scenarios and fight each other as a way of impersonating humans.

How could I blame them though? I know I'd be over there doing the same if I were truly my self, despite me being heavily introverted. Speaking of my true self, I haven't been feeling the best since my encounter with those humans. But not in the way I usually did.

I sure was hungry, there was no denying that, but that wasn't my main focus. I felt extremely paranoid. Not only had I committed one of my most merciless and savage murders and left the evidence for the entirety of the facility to see, but I allowed my self to be caught. Twice. Figs and that Human Male. I wasn't as worried about Figs. They looked so appalled and dumbstruck at that moment I doubted they were going to tell anyone of what transpired that night without worrying if they'd implode or not afterwards. That human however could call the entirety of the human population and have them ambush me when I least expect it. I'm very well known considering I (used to) work in the cafeteria, one of few hangout spots humans and gootraxians alike find peace with one another. I took orders, I cooked, I brought the meals out, my usual schedule. All they'd need as identification is "big ass dragon with blades for teeth" and they'll come running here first. And considering I don't know him personally like I do Figs I can't be sure if he actually would or not.

It was worrying. So much so I wanted to tell Sprinklekit about it so we could find some way to prevent it. MAYBE they'd unground me and allow me to run wherever I pleased to escape from all of the madness that'd ensue when they arrived.

It's no good though, I'm not even supposed to be sitting at the front counter, if they see me here they'll probably extend my punishment another week. They said on several occasions that people will see me standing here expectantly and think I still work here, that's unlikely though. I'm pretty sure literally every gootraxians was in the cafe at the moment mixed with a few humans who isolated themselves to their very own table. Calm, collected, anxious. There was no telling when another tray would go flying across the room and elicit everyone else into fighting each other until someone confirmed it was in fact not a weapon being swung into the face of another gootraxian. Hell, even Lanternshork was here, trying to fit the head of a human genuinely tweaking out and throwing out of pocket dares at the most out of pocket people. Just a few moments ago they dared Nuclear Rabbit to punt Toxic Rabbit into the ceiling fan. Of course Nuclear prepared themselves to do so, ignoring the frantic pleading of Toxic. Luckily for them Sprinklekit intervened, warning Nuclear that if they broke any of their shit they'd break them.