Always look on the bright, side of life!
Edgar woke up. He jammed his alarm, un-eager to go back to work.
Always look on the bright, side of death!
His alarm clock wouldn't turn off, but at least the lyrics of the alarm matched the last day! I got to miss a shift to go to a double funeral.
AT WORK.
Griff was, to be said, Pissed about Collette's death. The life insurance company Collette wad subscribed to was calling all day.
"Edgar!" Griff collected Ed's attention. "We need a new employee." Edgar was now listening, not-so eagerly. "Make sure they aren't a Fuck-Up, like the last one."
That greedy little fuck. Look who's going to hunt a job-hunter.
So, after a month, word was spread about the empty job. Poco, Spike, Jessie, and Fang were all interested in getting the job.
POCO
Edgar met the mariachi. "So, what's your name?"
A musical number Started. Damn it, shouldn't have offered this to a mariachi.
"Poco is my name,
Singing is my game,
All these other contestants,
Can-"
Edgar stopped him. "Suck ass, we aren't picking you.
SPIKE
Edgar greeted the cactus. "So, you have a descent resume, tell me. How much do you think of this shop?"
Silence.
Edgar said it again, before giving up. "Get out."
JESSIE
Edgar looked over her resume. "So you're 12, huh?"
Jessie nodded, "yuh."
Edgar questioned. "You can't work here.
Jessie was shocked. "Oh, AGE-ISM?"
Edgar was getting annoyed. "Do you know what child labour is?"
FANG
Edgar looked over the resume. "I don't have time for this, what do you see in this company?"
Fang answered accordingly.
Edgar smiled. "Welcome to the team."
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The Gift Shop Life: A Brawl Stars Fanfiction
FanfictionThis Fanfic tells the story of the well known gift shop trio, and how one slip-up can wreck a whole business, and may or may not start a Full-on Western Showdown. He he..
