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

[5] Just the two of us

"Dude, if I'm being honest here. You been actually really weird lately... Ever since the Phone guy came" Fritz said as he talked to Vincent.

"I honestly have no clue what you're talking about" Vincent simply said.

"You damn know what I'm saying here. You're naturally silent... And stare. That's all you do. But now, you're very talkative... And dare to I say... Very touchy with him" Fritz said, kinda of in a teasing way near the end.

"Fritz Smith, keep acting like this and it'll be Game Over for you" Vincent threat as he had slowly turned his head 180° degrees.

Fritz had immediately nodded and just got ready for today, and Vincent did the same. They were setting up the table's currently. Vincent was placing the table blanket... Things on the table while Fritz was just placing party hats on the table. Vincent wasn't really having fun... But... It was his job- ... Actually... It was Fritz's idea too. Soon, he got a Light bulb... soon broken.

"Say... Fritz... Is there any new games you wanted?-"

"THE LAST OF US 2! THE LAST OF US!" Fritz chanted happily.

"Ok Ok, calm down. Anyways...~ You do this for me, and I'll buy you-"

"DEAL DEAL DEAL DEAL" Fritz shouted happily.

Fritz had reached frowards to Vincent's hand, and caused an earthquake with it with his own. Vincent didn't like it, at all. So he had immediately pulled back.

"Ok Ok, calm down. Jesus... Soooooo... I'll see you soon" Vincent stated before slowly walking away... And soon running to the staff room.

<Enter Flashback>

"Ehhh... Ok... Ok... You can do this.. Just a simple interview... That's all" He said under his breath.

A tall man was seen walking down the hallway, down towards the Boss's office. It was Phone guy, tho he looked different. He still had his phone head, of course. But he wore a black hoodie, rather an oversized one. His hands were in the pockets of black jeans, tapping against his pockets. It took him a few minutes to enter the room, but it took him what felt like years to complete the interview. By far what happened, The boss was surprised by his head. As usual. Tho the boss was completely supportive of it. In fact, he enjoyed it. This boomer really liked this employee. That was good. Phone guy had a way of making himself seem professional, friendly and such without trying... Depending the situation. Tho, by how the interview went... He might actually get the job. He thanked the Boss for the time and left, soon as he did and closed the door... He had immediately collapsed on the ground.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god-" The male said under his breath.

Happy he was, excited he was. Phone guy had gotten up and dusted himself off, doing a little jump and click both of his feet together as he walked to the entrance. Little did he know... He wasn't alone. As he headed to the entrance, a male had came in through it. Rather... Different he looked. All Purple, everything was purple- it was as if the male had just poured purple paint in himself before the interview... I mean... Go off bud. Phone guy had just kept silence, but the more got closer to the new comer... The more he was concerned. His eyes... We're fully damn white. Like... Cum- like the clouds. The purple person had glanced up, and just stared at the male, who had his hood up. Phone guy wondered what the male had been staring at, was it his head... Or the fact that his black hoodie was oversized that much that the male couldn't even see his head nor face. Whatever it was, he could tell the male was staring at he walked, because his head was facing him as they passed each other. Oh well... Hope that guy goes good on the interview.

<End Flashback>

Oh how Phone guy hoped incorrectly.

'... Why... Why'