Others Like Me - Hotline Miami Fanfiction

Chapter 1

"Order up... where are those fries?" Corey's obese manager said before looking down at her. Corey pulled her glove back to wipe the sweat from her brow, before fixing the hairnet holding back her shoulder length locks of raven colored hair.  "Just put them in."  Corey responded, distantly. She felt her managers disgusted look, even though she didn't turn to see it.  "You gotta be fast to work in fast food, sweetie. It's not called slow food. You're never going to get anywhere in life, going slow."  The manager said. Corey could feel the indignation in his voice as he passed down his judgment upon her.

She glanced at Alex, the pretty blonde pretending to work as she fidgeted in the kitchen. The manager rarely called Alex out on her work ethics, and she was far worse at her job then she was. She turned back to her manager and nodded in faux agreement, looking down at his shiny chin.  "Sorry, I'm trying my best..."  She said. The manager nodded, giving her his mock sympathy. She was just a lowly employee after all, its not like he should expect the levels of excellence he's put as the standard around here, right?

She turned to watch Alex out of the corner of her eyes, as she began chopping onions. In a way she was impressed at the way Alex could wrap the fat man around her little finger with a wink and a smile, well Corey hoped that was all she did. She didn't really want to think about any after work activities the manager might have had in mind for her and Alex, so she pushed such ideas out of her head.

She decided to help while she waited for the fries to be done, sliding next to Alex and her pile of onions. When she reached for the knife with a little heart sticker on it, Alex slammed her fingers across the handle before shooting her a dangerous look.  "That one is mine."  Alex said. Corey blinked and nodded, averting her eyes and reaching out for a different knife. Alex always had a scary streak in her, Corey knew that from the time they served together, in the war.

The war... little good that did anyone. If anything it only slowed things down a bit, so the Russians could conquer them from within, slowly, while the politicians turned their heads and opened their palms. Corey muttered something under her breath, she was starting to sound like Mark. The big guy was easy going enough, until you got him talking about the Russians or politics... then you couldn't shut him up.

Corey cleared her head in time to realize the fries should be done by now. She prepared the meal and bagged it quickly, or as quickly as she could, with her mind fantasizing about being elsewhere. She walked to the front counter and called out  "Number seven?"

The frustrated yuppy who had been waiting, snatched the bag from her hand before throwing down a ten dollar bill.  "Took you long enough." He muttered before walking off, leaving his change. Corey pocketed the remaining money, before continuing to work... or rather, she wiped the counter absent-mindedly, as she continued to day dream. Her hard work was interrupted when the yuppy returned.

The familiar look of annoyance on his face turned Corey's stomach. He threw the bag down on the counter and spoke in a calm voice.  "I specifically asked... no onions."  Corey winced, she had added it at the last minute while she was pretending she was anywhere then here. She snatched up the bag of food and nodded, keeping her eyes down on his tie. "Sorry, I'll take care of it right away..." The yuppy gave a condescending look. "I'm sure you will..."

Corey picked off the onions from the burger, then stared at the naked patty before her. She wadded the mucus in the back of her throat, and hovered above it for several moments. Eventually though, she swallowed her mouth full of spit, and placed the bun back on top of the patty, wrapping it back up and shoving it in the bag. She caught a glimpse of Alex out of the corner of her eyes, and realizing she was watching her the entire time. The look in Alex's eyes said it all. "Pathetic."