It was a boring day at the pizzeria. The kids were screaming like usual, and of course the parents wouldn't stop complaining. Couldn't everything just be quiet for once? Vincent had a bad headache today, and all he wanted to do was go back home.
But apparently, he was stuck here with all these little shits until work was over.
He slumped against a wall, watching the kids run around wearily, praying his shift was almost over. A quick glance at the clock told him it was 5:30. A half hour left until he could leave. Or at least that's what he'd been told.
Fritz was always the last one to leave. Although, it seemed a little strange to Vincent, he didn't judge. Sometimes he was the last one to leave, it just depended what the day was like. Besides, he had no interest in Fritz and why he stayed late, he just didn't care.
Vincent glanced over at Fritz. He was showing the kids how to play with Toy Foxy without hurting themselves, and they were all hugging him or waiting impatiently to begin ripping the poor thing apart again.
The Mangle was all put together, looking quite happy and ready to play, but Vincent knew differently. He figured that one of the reasons Fritz stayed after as well was to fix the toy fox, which would make sense, but he could tell that boss was getting quite agitated about it lately and knew that it was only a matter of time before it would just stay a mangled up mess on the floor or be scrapped.
"Hey Vincent!" Fritz called as he approached from the kids cove. Vincent glanced at him and then took a look over his shoulder. Kids were already all over toy foxy, ripping the poor thing apart again. Damn those kids.
"Oh. Hey Fritz," He replied.
"How has your shift been?" Fritz asked. Why was he talking to him? Fritz never came over to talk to Vincent unless there was an emergency.
Vincent shifted uneasily against the wall and shrugged. "Could have been better."
"Heh, well I've been having a great day. Can't wait to get home and watch some television though."
His head started throbbing again. Shut up Fritz. "Well that's nice. I just want to go home."
"Well, we do only have twenty minutes left in our shift."
"I have a question."
"Yes?"
When do you shut the fuck up? "Why is kids cove just now open?"
Fritz thought for a moment. "Kinda wanted to let the little fox rest for a bit. Lately it's been pretty hard for it."
"I guess so. Well look Fritz, I kinda need to start getting ready to go."
"Ok, talk to you later Vincent."
Or how about never? "Bye."
Fritz left to another group of kids huddling around the stage while Vincent looked at the clock again. It was 5:50 now. Had they really talked for so long? or was it Fritz thinking process that took so damn long? Either way, he was leaving early.
He took for the door, and didn't even look at Boss's office before running out into the parking lot.
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Vincent opened the door to his house and groaned at the mess he had left. But he was too hungry and tired to really care.
He sauntered into the kitchen and looked for some bread. Hot damn, he was in the mood for toast. Again.
He swung the cupboard door open, expecting a loaf of bread to be sitting there, waiting for him. There was a bag for what the bread was usually in, but it was empty. He sighed and figured he had left a loaf elsewhere and looked in his emergency cabinet. All the bread was gone. Suddenly he felt himself start to panic.
"Where the fuck is the bread?!" he yelled.
He started throwing doors open, looking for even a slice of bread, but there was none. This was like a horror movie.
"This is an emergency!" He suddenly sighed and realized he had to go somewhere he had not been in a long time.
The store.
There was always too many people there, no matter where he went, and they always judged him for being purple.
But that didn't matter now.
He was out of bread. So that meant, an emergency run to the store.
He grabbed his keys and ran out the front door, not realizing he left it partly open, and Swiftly hopped in his car.
It was time to retrieve the bread, whether he liked it or not.
