Tales from the Gas Station: Triassic Terror

Part 1-5

Part 1:

Working at the Gas Station sucks. No surprise to anyone. But what recently happened was the weirdest thing I've dealt with. And that says a lot when you're the only full-time employee in the s**tty Gas Station at the edge of town.

It happened last night. We just got done with dealing with a full-on sh*t feast not long before with Spencer Middleton and his Dark God boss.

I was just sitting behind the counter and reading a book as always. (The book was about some foundation that contains supernatural creatures and objects in case you wanted to know.) When Carlos entered the Gas Station for his night shift. He looked around and then went to the counter to speak to me.

"Hey man," He said. "Can I talk to you for a bit?"

I looked up at Carlos after he spoke. Then bookmarked my book and put it down.

"Sure thing! What do you want to talk about Carlos?" I replied.

"Don't you think it's getting more... strange at the Gas Station as of late?" Carlos asked.

I simply widened my eyes.

What do you mean the Gas Station is weird? I thought This place was the textbook definition of weird! I didn't understand how the hell Carlos would ask such an obvious question. But because he was the only person I could call a friend, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"What do you mean? Isn't the Gas Station always strange?" I asked. Tapping my foot as I wait for Carlos to reply.

"Yeah, but something seems to be... different. Don't get me wrong, it's still strange but not the same type of strange I'm not so familiar with Y'know?"

I nodded. Then I decided to ask the obvious...

"What is making you think this way?"

Carlos just took a deep breath and then grabbed some coffee to drink.

"I... don't know. It's just like I feel like we're going to be transported somewhere. Like back in time or in an alternate dimension!" Carlos stated, sipping some coffee before he continued with his explanation. "I just feel like some crap is going to happen. Ever since that Dark God stuff with Ben & Spencer. I'm on edge."

I narrowed my eyes. I understood Carlo's paranoia. But when he mentioned alternate timelines, that just confused me.

Before I could answer back, Jerry entered the Gas Station, wearing nothing but a Spongebob shirt and dark blue sweatpants.

"Hey, guys!" Jerry said, with the usual stupid smirk he always had. "It's been a while since Kieffer died!"

I simply sighed at that. Carlos replied with a "Not cool!" in a mildly annoyed voice.

"Hey! Don't be upset! I'm just saying that it's been a while since that happened!" Jerry replied with his sh*t-eating grin widening slightly. "Anyways, time for work!"

I was about to say something. But Jerry ignored Carlos and me and went to do his duties at the Gas Station with the most excited tone I've ever seen!

How can anybody get excited about working at The Sh*tty gas station at the end of town? I thought to myself. But then I noticed something dead apparent, it was Jerry we were talking about! Jerry is... well Jerry! Why should I be so surprised?

When I was thinking about this, Carlos snapped me into reality.

"Jack!" He yelled out. "Jack you gotta wake up!"