New Guy's First Smile!

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Charlie sat at the breakroom table with a soda in one hand and his phone in the other. He took a gulp of his soda and coughed. "Sorry, 'scuse me."

Pim glanced up from his phone. "Charlie, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just... the cold, remember?"

"Right."

He coughed again. "Sc--scuse me, geez."

"Oh my gosh."

Alan glanced into the room. "Everything alright in here?"

"Charlie's still a bit sick, I think..."

"Oh, no. That is not good."

Glep spoke up, something something cullo alor la piera.

"Yeah, have you tried that, Charlie?"

Charlie cleared his throat. "No, I have not."

Glep hummed. "Tetei sso promia vez walo pruota mientra momo nona gyat rizz."

Pim gaped. "Oh--Glep--I don't..."

Alan backed out of the room and left. "New girl is late. What's up with that."

Charlie shivered. "Good. I hope she doesn't show up at all, actually."

"What? Seriously, Charlie, why's that?" Pim asked.

"Pim, dude, are you serious? She pulled a loaded freaking gun on me!"

"But it was a joke! You said it yourself!"

"I--"

"Sorry I'm late! I ran into some traffic!" Y/N popped into the breakroom, throwing her bag down on the ground beside the table.

At the BANG of the bag, Charlie jumped up and screamed. "AHHHHH AHHHHH HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP AHHHHH AHHHHH--"

Pim jumped up as well. "Oh my god Charlie!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME GET AWAY!"

Y/N stood rigid in the doorway. "Guys I don't know what's wrong with him but I can say for certain I did nothing wrong."

Pim turned to her. "No, don't worry, we all believe you, I think Charlie's just... it's probably just his... cold...?"

"Yeah, yeah. I think it is, too."

"What's going on in here?" Mr. Boss poked his big nose over Y/N's shoulder. She quickly got out of the way. 

Y/N pointed at Charlie, who was still screaming and writhing around on the floor. "I think he's got a PSTD of some sort. Can you fix him?"

"Absolutely-doo I can!" Mr. Boss sauntered up to Charlie and took his hat off of his head. Then he got onto the floor beside the big yellow guy and spooned him, gently rubbing his head. Mr. Boss leaned in to his ear-hole and gently whispered, "It's going to be alright. You're going to be alright. Breeeeathe... breeeeathe..."

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