"Hello? Hello Hello?" ("Purple Guy x Phone Guy")

[1] The Beginning

It was a nice day, everyday was a nice day... Outside. Inside, it was quite the opposite. Yelling, screaming, sticky things, everything. Everything was... Chaos. Tho it was normal, They're just children. Children who came to this Pizzeria for birthdays, which was rather common, playdates or just spending time together with family. It was lovely... For them. For the workers, some git used to it... While others were about to snap. Some were already snapping, like Mike.

Mike was rather a hot headed guy, made sense since there was nothing covering his head... Except for a cap. He was somewhat... Aggressive. Might be anger issues, might be normal reasons. Usually anger issues or just not in the mood. He was currently sitting at a table at the back, about to smack his head against the table. Loud noises did trigger him off, normal. But it was mostly screaming. Most likely not a child person. No one could blame him, if you worked with children all day.. You might as well get a concussion. Mike had nothing on his head... Not even hair, so he was most likely gonna get more damage to his head, more in his brain, if he smack his head repeatedly on the table. He was actually considering it, like... It might even be impulsive.

"I swear to god I'll do it" Mike grumbled.

His voice was rather.. Slightly deep. And more grumpy. His voice was usually grumpy.

"P-Please don't Mike... You'll cause a scene. You're already in trouble with Boss"

There was a male sitting right next to the anger bald man. He could have been mistaken as a teenager, well... He wasn't one. Actually, lets rephrase that. The male could have been mistaken as a teenager who got dragged along to this place. He looked young, and very youth like. His secrets for it are personal, and he will not tell. The man was quite mysterious looking, but not in a bad way. The way he acted, looked and talked made him seem innocent. The only curious thing about him was that he has long blonde hair that was covering his eyes. And also yellow boots but that wasn't sketchy. His name was Jeremy, and he was rather known by Jere, only by Mike. Jeremy was with the male as well, well with a few other males, but just mainly talked with Mike.

"... I'll do it if one more kid passes us while screaming" Mike threatened.

And as he said that, two kids screaming happily in excitement ran past the co-workers who were just trying to survive the day.

Mike watched them, in complete silence, before looking back forward. He soon then immediately banged his head on the table.

"M-Mike! Don't do that!" Jeremy said in concerned as he had immediately stopped Mike.

Jeremy pulled the male back and kept his head away from the table.

"I stated that was going to fucking do it" Mike stated in anger.

"Mike stop swearing!" Jeremy nervously stated.

"Fuck, Bitch, Ass, Whore, Slut-" Mike chanted.

"N-Noooooooo!" Jeremy became a nervous wreck and was now covering Mike's mouth as he continued.

"Yoooooooooo! What's up my Jimbos?!" A familiar voice stated.

Jeremy was the first to turn around and glance at the entrance, and soon Mike did.

There stood a man with acne, but that acne belonged to one hell of a gamer. The man himself,

"Fritz! P-Please help me! Mike is out of it!"

Fritz, Fritz Smith.

Fritz was rather the positive one in the group. Fritz had came over and sat next to Jeremy.

"What's up?" Fritz said, like the cool relax man he was.

"M-Mike keeps swearing and banging his head everytime a child walks by-"