We lay there until we seen the sun starting to come up. I was drowsy, but terrified of going back to sleep. Dark was holding me even while asleep. I feel bad about waking him up last night. He needs his rest.
He has work today. Luckily, he works in the early afternoon and it was only 8am. He used to work for Die before Die went crazy with murdering people, so now he works with Virus at a security department.
I work with Natemare as a barista in the strip club. I love my job, honestly. It's fun creating crazy drinks and seeing people drunk off of their asses. It takes a lot for demons to get drunk, but we get a lot of them down there.
Mad is my boss. He hires anyone who can dance on the pole. Everyone who works there is incredibly nice. They don't work there because they want sex and money, they work because dancing is fun. I've tried it out, and even though it hurt, it was fun. It takes a lot of strength and muscle to dance on a pole. I respect my friends and anyone who does it for a living.
Down in the Underworld, there aren't many laws as there is in the human world. Demons are pretty chill, in fact. They don't go around killing people unless they get caught up in bad shit. Sure, there are a small group of people that do bad things, but everything is calmer because we don't have enemies to fight.
After Die's business went down, everyone's had good days. We don't need the FBI or serious things like that. Policemen are the highest thing we've got and our system is pretty good.
Though the Underworld is big, it's comfortable and insane in a good way. When we need a break from work, we can get one no matter the reason. Everyone has a job here and if there are no workers to work there, they just close down for the day. For the last 4 weeks, I've been gone and everything's still flowing fine.
"Mornin', darky boo," I whisper as I see his eyes open slightly and he sits up a bit from his slouching position.
"Morning, my glitchness," he says, kissing my forehead and rubbing his eyes.
I giggle tiredly, standing up and stretching. I walk into the kitchen, prepared to make waffles.
"You want waffles?" I call out, knowing he would.
"Well, yeah," he says as if it were the dumbest question he has ever heard.
I shake my head with a smile, pulling out the waffle iron and getting out the waffle mix.
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