Fired (Skylox)

Chapter 2 - Lunch

-Chapter 2-

I rolled my eyes before getting to work. Ty needed more than just a measly APPLE.

By the time I was done, Ty had a granola bar, a sandwich, a little container of fruit, an apple, and a piece of bread from a baguette I got a little while ago.

Before all of this happened, anyways.

"Should be okay..." I muttered slowly before closing the fruit container, placing it carefully in the brown paper bag, and then stuffing the bag into my old work backpack.

I slung the backpack over my shoulder, preparing to see Ty's work place for the first time.

- Time Skip, Cause Car Rides Are Boring -

I stepped out of the car slowly, making sure to lock the door and hide all of the few valuables that were stored there. The reason I was so conscious is because the place I was in looked....

Untrustworthy.

The building in front of me looked scary, to say the least. It was made of bricks, all of which looked about ready to collapse upon one another. It was old and run down, with no windows or doors, other than the one in the front.

The wooden openings were cracked ajar, but I didn't go farther because of the sign hanging from a simple thread above the entrance. It was written in a messy, sloppy scrawl, looking homemade without much thought.

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WORK IN PROGRESS. STAY OUT

~ Owner

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I rolled my eyes defiantly before beginning the climb up the steps. Usually I would've heeded the warning ; turned around and basically booked it. However, I had two reasons not to do that.

1. I didn't care what this man said, for he, obviously, had zero respect from me.

2. I had the only food Ty was going to consume in the next day, so screw it.

I pulled open the doors with a tug, only to be met with something a tad shocking. There was a thick layer of smoke in the air, making me cough and wave my hand in front of my face. About fifty men, ages twenty to thirty, scampered and busied around me, handing things to each other and struggling to fix a failing machine in the corner of the room, which was making sounds that resembled a dying mouse.

There were stairs, leading up to a higher platform, where many other, large machines were positioned. I noticed a familiar body, bending down with his head in the gears, a wrench in his hand as he worked alone with his own machine instead of joining in with the others down here.

"Hey!!!" Growled a sudden, rough voice behind me. THAT sound resembled someone who had been on meth about five minutes ago.

"Who are you?!?!" I spun around, only to come face to face with a bulky man. He was rather short, with the beginnings of a beard upon his chin. He tried to stand as tall as possible, even though it didn't help much.

He looked mad, eyebrows furrowed and a clipboard in his hand, holding a list with different names of all kinds scribbled in the same messy handwriting the sign had been in.

I spotted Ty's name on this list, and suddenly something clicked.

TYLER DAHLBERG

This man was Ty's wretched boss.

"Didn't you see the sign?!?" He snapped once more, obviously angry as hell.

"Yes," I said with a confident voice, trying my best to be as fluent as possible "but I didn't care that much. I'm here with Tyler Dahlbergs lunch."