So. It's been about a week since Infinite told me about the Walmart, and sure enough, I went there and asked to apply. Met the manager, other staff, and even the cleaning crew. Long story short, I was given the job because of my friendship with Callie and Marie and saving basically the whole world from Infinite. Asked me what I wanted working with him, what I already did, if I had any experience, yada yada yada. Answered everything truthfully, and he shook my hand and gave me the job.
I told everyone about it, and they congratulated me on the opportunity. Now, I work register, so I'm counting the money. Not that I get the feeling of taking some for my own to spend. Hey, $9.75 an hour isn't too bad for starting, and a blue shirt and beige jeans isn't a bad uniform.
Dominic was even able to get a position working here. Manager Leonardo Ōkami(Japanese for Wolf) told us that he needed an extra hand with protecting his property, so Dominic decided to hop on the boat.
It's a long, slow day. Roughly 10:30 in the morning on a Thursday, so not many people are in the store. I tapped my foot and looked around to find any of my coworkers. I knew for a fact that Dominic was checking the inside perimeter of the store as he told me he would.
Me: This is the longest day of my life.
???: I know, right?
I looked behind me. There was Kyle, a nice guy, for someone who wore their tentacles in a Mohawk and barely looked like he had showered in a month. But, it's his problem, not mine.
He was only a year older than me, but he was probably three inches shorter. He wasn't really THAT dark, just... not trying to sound like a racist, but he was dark enough to be considered Hispanic, even though he told me his parents were a mixed couple. Those pale gray eyes said "I'm staring off into space."
Me: Nobody's here yet.
Kyle: It's one of the worst times to shop, as well. New year, old times. Nobody really wants to go out somewhere at the start of the new year.
Me: Makes some sort of sense.
Kyle: You're the new guy, right?
Me: First week. I'm a little bit nervous.
Kyle: About What? Running into your ex? I had that happen once.
Me: What? No. Just... I feel like I'll screw something up.
Kyle: Keep a level head. It'll be worse if you aren't calm.
Me: Who said I wasn't calm?
Kyle: Is that hard to see? I mean, you're a hero.
Me: Yet I work here, for $9.75 an hour.
Kyle: Hey. Better than what I was getting. Before the manager raised minimum pay, I was earning $7.00 flat.
Me: Really?
Kyle: Yeah. It's not a bad thing they raised it, but by the time they did, I was earning almost $12.00 an hour.
Me: No shit?
Kyle: I wouldn't lie about it. But $9.75 isn't bad at all for a start. Although I do wish you got payed for your "work."
Me: I wish. What do you work until?
Kyle: I'm on until 4:00. You?
Me: 3:30. Sounds good, but doesn't feel good.
Kyle: Like a 9 to 5. This day isn't one of my favorites, and believe me, I haven't said that about hardly ANY of my days working here.
Me: We're just waiting for the next new person to walk up to us and ask-
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Once Human
AdventureEver since The Incidents he had in his past, Orange has been ashamed of his past. His mother's only request is for him to move to Inkopolis from his small town, and he accepts it, albeit reluctantly. What will happen to him when he arrives? It's any...
