Fuck It (Burgerpants x Reader)

Life Ain't That Glamorous

¤°[Bp's pov]°¤

Do you ever get that strange yet numbing feeling that time is going faster than usual? That hours turn into minutes and that minutes turn into seconds while your mind feels empty?

Well for some people this can be a blessed feeling while they wait for the weekend to come. For others, though they wish for their days to last forever.

They dream of experiencing every second of the day with thrill and excitement. They want to take risks and challenges that push them to their limit both mentally and physically. They want their names to be remembered. To be put in history books or to be told by the next generation of youth as a legend. They wanna be somebody ya know? I did too.

I dreamt of being one of those people. I dreamed to be a part of the limelight where the fans cheer and called my name while I walked across the stage alongside the infamous Mettaton. To show my true skills and talents. To have myself remembered by others. To have my dreams come true. Well, let me tell you something...

Life ain't that glamorous.

You can't always get what you dreamed of. They're stuff that you make up in your head to motivate you throughout the day. It makes you think 'If I just push through this I know I can make my dreams come true.' Even though they are dreams they can still help an individual when in a certain predicament. I don't get that help anymore.

See my dreams were crushed, demolished, and smothered into dust a long time ago. I wasn't one of those lucky ones that can have their dreams become a reality let alone dwell in their mind to be kept and cherished. Instead, I work at MTT-Brand Burger Emporium. A place that's run by a person that I once idolized and in arms reach of what I worked so hard for. Now the only thing I struggle to do at work is keeping a false smile and a cheerful greeting with each person that walks through these "Fabulous" doors. Day in and day out I have to do the same routine for several hours on end. I have to first open up shop and clean it up. I then have to check up stock and see if we need any more supplies. I then spend the rest of the day serving food to either nagging or outright bizarre customers, like that one with the ketchup obsession, until the shop closes. I then check the amount of money this place got for the day, put it in the safe, clean up, lock up and leave for the day. Hell, when I get home all I do is eat a bit of leftover then slam my face onto the nearest soft surface and sleep. After doing this for so long...

I became one of those people that wished for the week to go by with flying colors.

I ain't complaining though. I've come to accept it. I don't want to drag myself any lower than I needed to. I'd rather stand on soil than sand. Even if the soil is a rotten pile of fresh shit. That's why I've decided to try to steer away from any shady business and to make sure that I don't take any major risks. I'd like to at least keep a job thank you very much.

Hopefully, no one or thing will mess that up for me. It's for the best....right?

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WOOP! FIRST OFFICIAL CHAPTER YAH!...I kinda feel like I failed at the ending part and I'm sorry if it's short it's hard to tell when I'm on the phone.

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Oh well, I hope you guys like it and for now...

Stay happy my friends.~

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Toby owns Undertale
Others own the art
I own the story