[Phone Guy's POV]There he stood, the man of the hour, inside of my office. The eggplant colored idiot that probably spends most of his days drunk or high on cocaine. Who knows at this point?
"There you are!" I exclaimed as I sat up in my desk chair.
"Yes, here I am!" Dave said as he strutted into the room.
"Yes, here you are 20 MINUTES LATER!"
"Pff!" Dave huffed. "C'mon Phoney, you didn't call me that long ago."
"Um, YES I DID!" I began to get very defensive. "I literally called you from the kitchen into my office at 11:37 and now-" I turned my office clock on my desk around so he can see it. "IT'S 11:57!"
[Jack's POV]
I looked down at my watch as I stood right in front of the moldest building on the block. 11:57 am, it read and I looked back upwards at the sign above the joint.
"Freddy Fazbenders Pizzeria"
What a weird fucking name...
Well, I guess I better open these doors and start my new job as a costume-wearing-slave.
[Phone Guy's POV]
"So why does it fucking matter?" Dave asked too casually.
"Have you forgotten?!" I almost shouted. "We have a new employee starting today-"
"Bless their poor soul," Dave interrupted as he crossed his arms and shook his head. "Shoulda ran while they had the chance."
I sighed. "I much as I agree with you, we need to be welcoming to the new employee."
"Welcoming?" Dave asked, sarcastically. "We're like a freak show in here. We have a aubergine colored hottie-"
I rolled my eyes.
"A crazy smiling drug addict, possessed robots that like to bite children, a janitor that... I don't even know about that guy, and a "Five star rated chef" who makes pepperoni out of dead rats in our dumpsters. Not to mention a boss with a phone for a head who was probably wired wrong."
[Jack's POV]
As I stepped into the restaurant, the first thing to hit me was the awful stench of rat crap and vomit? I think... I saw tired workers wiping tables, sweeping floors, drinking bottles and bottles of vodka; getting ready to start the day. But the thing that stood out to me the most was the room in the very back.
Through the shut blinds of what had to be an office, I saw a man with a telephone for a head slap a man with long hair. The telephone man, or whatever, then proceeded to stand up on his desk and grand slam the poor man onto the floor.
God, please don't let those people be my co-workers...
[Phone Guy's POV]
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE SERIOUS FOR ONE SECOND!?!?!" I yelled as I wrestled Dave to the floor. As Dave shook on the floor I heard make out the words "DDDD-D-D-DEEE---EEEEZZZZ N-N-N-NNNNUTTT-ZZZZ-ZZZ! H-H-H-H-HAAA-A-A-AAAAA GOT-EEEE-EEEMMM!"
I quit choking him because, obviously this is a waste of my time (you can't teach a dumb eggplant new tricks), plus this would look bad on my record.
"Glad ya got ya humanity, oops sorry, phoneity back," He said with a cheeky smirk on his face. "But I think the door opened while you were playing kiddies wrestling with me."
My head shot up as I quickly got off of Dave and ran over to my window. I peeped out the blinds and saw the NEW EMPLOYEE STARING RIGHT BACK AT ME!!!
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