Night In The Woods X Reader! Gender Neutral!

Chapter 1 - Possum Springs

~ Let's go! Some things to know:
- (Y/N) is your name.
- You are an animal of your choice in this.
- I'll try to make the reader as plain as possible, but I also kinda give them a few traits I have, just for character.

You stare at the trees passing by covered in rain from inside the bus. The bus was damp and cold, and you were all wrapped up in your warmest clothes. You shudder a little, half because of the cold, and half because of the thought of moving in to such a strange town.

Possum Springs was never your first choice of course, the town had a failing economy and gloomy aesthetic. Still, it looked awesome during the Autumn months. You had probably came at a bad time because it was pouring with rain. The only light you could make out every once in a while was the street lights.

You had stopped seeing them a while ago though, so you were close. Close to Possum Springs, your new home...

The bus came to a rigid stop and made a loud swooshing noise. You stepped off of the bus and looked around.

"Is this even a bus stop?"

You thought, it looked more like a building in the middle of nowhere. The bus drove away back down the highway. Who even has a town right next to a highway?

You breathe a deep sigh and stepped into the yellow, rusted building...

The door closes with a loud creaking noise that pierces your ears. Immediately you notice a familiar sight. A fiascola machine. You remember those from your college days. You would go out on break and always get a fiascola, the taste was legendary. Especially the lime fiascola.

Your nostalgic thoughts are interrupted by the quirky voice of an alligator. You turn to look further into the building. There were papers scattered on the floor, a wooden bench in the middle and an untidy reception desk. It really was a tiny building.

You look up on one of the corroding walls and notice an old TV.  On the TV were two alligators talking about some random stuff, you weren't really paying attention. After all, you just wanted to get into your new home now.

You walk over to the desk and realise that nobody is there. You look over the desk, as if you'd see someone crouching below it. A deep voice of a man in his 30s interrupts you.

"Not many people getting of that bus anymore..just you." The man says, you turn to look at him.

The man was in stained janitorial uniform with tool belts at his waist. He was a bird, with a beard just under his beak. You never really questioned how that worked with birds.

You turn to him, unsure of what to say.

"Well, you and this other cat.." He says, taking a drill out of his tool belt and drilling the top of the exit door.

After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, you decided to speak.

"So..Where are the staff?" You ask, unsure of what was going on.

"No staff..Night time..They're all off work.." He says, continuing to drill the door.

"I thought I'd at least meet someone here to show me around.."

"Nope." The man said, putting the drill away.

You stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and noticed that he wasn't really doing anything. Just staring at the door.

"Can I, like, squeeze past you?" You ask.

"Nope. I just broke the damn door." He responded.

"How about you go get me a fiascola from the machine over there?" The man said, still looking at the door.