My Workplace is a Figurative Magnet (A Brave Frontier Fanfiction)

Café Cluse

Disclaimer: Brave Frontier belongs to Gumi and A-Lim.

Fray found himself behind a different counter, only this time he was not pinned by an invisible force, nor was he garbed in his usual clothing when he instinctively glanced down on himself.

"Fray." Someone was calling out to him. It was familiar...

"Fray! You alright?" a man asked in a louder voice, breaking through his foggy mind.

A young man that looked older than Fray came out of the swinging wooden doors that led to the kitchen behind him. He looked concerned, despite his sharp, cunning expression.

The man looked to be nearly twenty, what with the mature-looking salt-and-pepper short, porcupine-spiky hair, but the thin, energetic build and manic oak brown eyes allowed Fray to know that this young man was not that old. That, and Fray knew him well.

"Arris," the scout responded normally, to his surprise. "Nothing... nothing important. I was wondering about all that racket during the ceremony conducted. The one about the Gods?"

His taller childhood friend chuckled. "Ah right, those priests were being led by a rather devoted person. Those Gods certainly are lucky to have such a devoted club of..."

Where am I? thought a more composed Fray, tuning out Arris as he commented on the priests' (both male and female) amazing physiques. What is this place? This is certainly not the bakery. And why is one of my childhood friends here?

As if in response, memories whizzed by inside his head. There was a strange buzzing noise in his ears as his mind skimmed through these thoughts.

You are Fray Colsea, who is currently doing part-time work in Café Cluse, a café run by Mr. Dothel in Agni, in the peaceful town of Ceyall. You live with your parents who work as archaeologists...

The more the minutes went by, the further he looked through memories that were definitely not his. His parents were most certainly dead, just like the bodies he saw during their funeral. And Colsea? That was a name only certain people would use to refer to a large group of families Fray was a part of. Traditionally, not one of the families was to use it.

But he did go to other worlds and dimensions before. He saw countless feats of magic and science, sometimes a little of both, other accounts he read about. There had been proof of other dimensions, so why not this... this 'reincarnation' situation?

Did that mean he somehow died? There were shadows attacking him back at the bakery. Was it the cause of this?

This was all one issue he would have to ponder back (in this world's) home though. Sifting through the most recent memory, it turned out the two friends—along with the rest of the café's small staff—were merely waiting for the first customers of the day. A pair of girls happened to come through the front doors, giggling about something as a waitress led them to an empty table.

"First customers are coming in." Arris turned to walk over to the cash register, which was more of a large, wooden, slide-action drawer that kept zel in separate boxes and a keyhole to lock it. "Fray, you're going to be one of the cooks right?"

"I am," Fray confirmed, having received more memories to confirm this. "I will be in the kitchen if you have need of me."

"Oh, I think I'll be in need of you in the ba—"