[OLD] Deep Underground

1. You're Fired... Want a Coke?

Ugh. Another day stuck working at this stupid job... Another day wasted on paperwork... Another day wasted with no fun... Oh wait! That's my life! I thought to myself as I finished filing a stack of recently completed paperwork.

My name is Y/N. I'm 23 years old. My life sucks.

I watched as a few fellow workers filed their own work. I checked the time. Only three hours till freedom. I walked back to my office.

Logging on to my computer I looked through the recent two days worth of work I was supposed to complete. If I didn't, I would be fired, but who cares anymore? I'm kind of a loner at my job. I do have friends, but they don't work here. Rubbing my forehead I did the only logical stress relieving exercise I could think of; I played video games.

I'd been playing for two hours before the speaker in my office came on. "Ms. L/N please report to the manager's office. Ms. L/N report to the manager's office. Thank you."

Groaning, I walked to my boss's office. His name is Mr. Thonwac. (pronounced Thon-wack) He was a very jolly person, but if you got on his bad side... Let's just say things got ugly.

I walked up to his office and, putting on a smile, knocked on the door. "Come in..." came the muffled reply. Nervously, I walked inside. Now don't take this the wrong way, but Mr. Thonwac is a clean-freak. He can't stand to see a mess, no matter how small.

One time, an employee spilled coffee in the lobby and Mr. Thonwac wouldn't let anyone leave work until it was cleaned up. It is funny how red his face gets when he's angry though... hehehe.

So I was in shock when I walked into his office. Papers were scattered everywhere, the garbage can was overflowing, and the boss himself was laying on a black sofa, with candy wrappers strewn around him.

"H-hey boss...What's u-up?" "The ceiling," he replied boredly. "Pass me that 12 pack of Coke will ya?" he added. I slowly picked up the Coke pack and brought it to him. He took one, popped the lid, and drained the thing in 5 seconds. He then threw the empty can at an open drawer. He shouted "BUCKETS!" when it went in.

I stared in disbelief. What is wrong with my boss? I watched as he drained another Coke and simply dropped it. "Boss are you feeling okay?" I quietly asked. "Sure am sport! Why wouldn't I be?" "U-uh...I don't know? Um...Oh! You called me sir?" I remembered.

"Yup! Why did I call you again.....oh yeah! I wanted to tell you that you're fired. Want a coke?" He said. I stared at him. "W-what?!" I asked, dumbfounded. "I said, 'Want a coke?'." He repeated. "N-no. Before th-that." "Hmm? Oh! You're fired."

He took a sip of another Coke. "I'M FIRED?! Why am I FIRED?!" I exclaimed. "What? Oh. It's because you're not doing your job. Want to do some karaoke?" "N-no thanks. U-um. Bye? I guess?" "Mkay! Bye!" he said. Walking over to the speaker, he pressed a button. "Jenna? Can you have Kyle report to my office? I need a backup singer....but don't tell him that part!"

I walked out of the office. I didn't know whether to be happy that I'd gotten out of my boring job or sad that I'd been fired. I walked to my office, packed up my few belongings, and trudged to the staff room. I took a donut from the Employees Only table because I can. Then I left the building. Getting in my car, I turned on the radio to hear one of my favorite songs playing. I cranked up the radio and began to sing. (Play song.)

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Please don't make any sudden moves...

You don't know half of the abuse.

All my friends are heathens, take it slow.

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Please don't make any sudden moves...

You don't know half of the abuse.

Welcome to the room of people, who have rooms of people that they loved one day, docked away.

Just because we check the guns at the door doesn't mean our brains will change, from hand-grenades.

You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you.

You're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you.

You'll think, how'd I get here, sitting next to you?

But after all I've said, please don't forget...

All my friends are heathens take it slow.

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Please don't make any sudden moves...

You don't know half of the abuse.

We don't deal with outsiders very well.

They say newcomers have a certain smell.

Yeah, trust issues, not to mention...

They say they can smell your intentions.

You're lovin' on the freakshow sitting next to you.

You'll have some weird people sitting next to you.

You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"

But after all I've said, please don't forget...

All my friends are heathens take it slow.

Wait for them to ask you who you know.

Please don't make any sudden moves...

You don't know half of the abuse.

All my friends are heathens take it slow...

Wait for them to ask you who you know...

All my friends are heathens take it slow...

Wait for them to ask you who you know...

Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed.

I tried to warn you just to stay away.

And now they're outside ready to bust.

It looks like you might be one of us...

As soon as the song ended I arrived home. Lucky me... I guess. I picked up the newspaper I'd forgotten in my rush to get to work and unlocked my front door. I walked in, locked it again, and flipped to the job section of the newspaper to see if there was anything at least with a decent payroll. A specific job caught my eye. Hmm.....

Hey guys! Hope you liked my first chapter! Don't forget to comment...well...anything! Oh! And for any of y'all who didn't know:
Y/N: your name
L/N: last name
F/C: favorite color
F/F: favorite food
BF/N: best friend's name
One more thing! I have decided to call you guys my mlg fluffies so... Bye my MLG Fluffies!
Word Count: 1067 (yay!)

Edited: 6/11/17