Psychosocial

| Unsainted |

Gulp.....

Ah, the terrible taste of back pain medicine... disgusting.

I sat back in my armchair, contemplating what useless chore to do next. I scanned around my living room.. trash, trash, alcohol, and more trash.

 'I should clean this up..'. i pondered on how long it would take, surely i would still make it to work, right?

Oh- I forgot to introduce myself. I mean, I aint that special, so i forgot! My name is Jimmy Manic. Im 24 and currently work as an engineer at a facility named 'NIRV'. My favorite pastimes are.... well, i don't really have any! My day is usually....

Wake up

Eat Instant Noodles

Work My Ass Off

Go Home

Eat Fast Food

Sleep

And..... Repeat.

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The faint smell of fungi pierced my nose as i cycled through the crowded roads. yknow, for living in the busiest city in virginia, it's surprisingly not as busy. The looming tower that is where i work started to shine from all the damn windows. 

Pulling in, I proceeded to lock my bike onto a nearby pole, and sluggishly pulled myself to the elevator. When i was about to press the down button....

"Heeeeyyyyyy!"

And.... this is the reason why i hate my job. 

"What do you want now, Asuka? If it isnt the coffee you make terribly, go away."

"Ehhh? My coffee blend is not that bad! You just need to learn to like sweetened coffee!"

I rolled my eyes at what a lie that was. Who was saying such idiotic things? My assistant, Asuka Bee. She is a japanese transfer from the japanese sector of NIRV. I wouldn't call her a friend, but more of someone i'm forced to get along with. Honestly, if you covered up her eyes and she didnt speak her broken english, you wouldnt even guess she was japanese. Sure, the broken english is kinda cute, but the rest of her is a total turn off. She is way too happy all the time- what's the word? 

Ah- optimistic.

It's a disease, a mask that protects you from the harsh reality that we made for ourselves. 

Other than that, she is annoying, and persistent with becoming friends with me. I swear, she might like me- 

Hah, what am i saying? Now i'm being optimistic.

I stood in the elevator, and looked up at her: 

"Get in, I don't have all day, yknow?"

I could see the sparkle in her eyes as she hopped inside the elevator with some type of "Yay!". Creaking noises filled my ears as i quietly hummed some song i listened to on the radio. Asuka was right beside me, almost rubbing on me, and being annoying as always.

"Personal space, Asuka... We discussed this a million times." I groaned.

"Aw, Fine..." She huffed, putting on a pouty face like she was trying to make me feel guilty. i simply ignored it as the elevator door twisted open. Here's my chance...! I pressed the button to close the elevator door and ran the hell out! If only i could see the face on her, i bet it was priceless!

................

'Well, that lasted long.'

I stared at what i was fixing today. some 1990's Nissan with an antifreeze leak. At least this is easier than full engine failure.... Asuka was in the same room as me, setting up the car for me. At least she helps that much. 

Being serious, This isn't even that hard to fix. All you do when it is leaking from the hose clamp is loosen the clamp, cut away the torn area, and seal it up..... 

But the damn thing would not fucking seal!

A/N

FIrst of all, sorry for the length. its currently 3AM and i wanted to get it done. One character is still to be introduced. The crazy horror shit happens later, so, for like 4 chapters, enjoy some light shit with some PTSD flashbacks in there.

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Cheers!

Edit: Looked at this and cringed at how edgy it is. I'm keeping it though, because fuck you and everything you live for.