When Kokichi stepped through the automatic doors for the first time that day, he regretted it. So bad. What the fuck.
"What the fuck," He said again, but out loud this time.
Shit was a fucking nightmare. People were screaming, post-birth abortions might have been happening, and there was a small fire occurring in the bathroom area. Kokichi just wanted some goddamned fruit gummies, so he set off to find an employee. This was harder than he thought it would be, god damn. Where the fuck are all the employees? You'd think they'd have enough, but noooooo only two isles are open when there's 10 built in. What the hell, Walmart. Get your shit together.
Anyways.
Kokichi finally found Hajime huddled up in a corner on the phone. He looked like he was crying? Whatever. Kokichi kicked him in the stomach.
"What the fuck, dude?" Hajime looked up from his phone, and glared when he saw who kicked him. Fucking Kokichi, who else?
"You're shit at your job. I hope you get fired."
"Well sorry that my boyfriend got hit by a fucking ca-" Kokichi cuts him off. Nobody has time for the gays. Fuck the gays.
"I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR SAD LIFE HAJIME. JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FRUIT GUMMIES ARE." He was losing his damn mind out here! Also the fire was slowly getting bigger but that wasn't his problem.
Hajime just flipped him off, stood up and walked away. Kokichi would be filing a 1-star customer service report on him. Was he really the only employee? Fucking walmart. Wait, nevermind. Kokichi could see another ugly ass vest from where he was.
He started walking towards it, but soon noticed. The pigtails. Oh god oh fu-
"Shit shit shit shit shit" Kokichi went to turn around and run literally anywhere else but it was too late. She saw him.
"KOKICHIIII! My favorite little gremlin!" Junko strutted up and immediately grabbed his scarf. "This is so fucking ugly. Burn it." She threw it in the bathroom fire. Now that he thinks about it, Junko probably started that. Classic. Wait, she just burnt his fucking scarf.
"That was my fucking scarf, you slut!" He tried to kick her in the ankle, but she moved out of the way. Bitch.
"Boo, you whore. I did you a favor. Now go away." She forcefully shoved him down a random isle and sashayed away.
"I JUST WANT SOME FUCKING FRUIT GUMMIES GOD DAMNIT." Kokichi turned around to see where he was and. Oh lord. The toilet paper isle.
That bitch just threw him right into a fistfight. He was impressed, honestly.
There was one pack left in the whole isle, and five different people were trying to get to it. It was truly a clusterfuck. Someone spoke up next to him, and he turned to see Rantaro leaning against a shelf frame. And he had a vest on, thank god.
"This has been going on all day, really. I'm surprised no one's tapped out yet."
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Kokichi risked a glance back over to the war. "Why is there only one left? The fuck happened to all the rest?"
Rantaro shrugged. "Some asshole bought it all."
"Togami?"
"Togami."
Kokichi turned around again, remembering his mission. "Where are the fruit gummies. Show me them."
Rantaro stood up fully, "They should be somewhere in isle 9. Follow me, I'll show you 'em." As he started to walk away, kokichi had to jog to catch up. Fucking tall people. Just cut your legs off already. You don't even need that much height it's so unnecessa-
"Here's isle 9, man. Go wild." Rantaro nodded towards the isle, then vanished. Not really, but Kokichi didn't give enough of a shit to watch him go. He was already on a beeline towards fruity heaven.
He had his hand out, all ready to grab the box, when he realized. The shelf was almost empty, and his precious fruit gummies were completely gone.
