Lab Baby

Everybody's Fool

"Hey. Hey buddy wake up," a gruff voice rattled in Seonghwa's ear and he shook slightly from the strong hand shaking him awake on his shoulder.

Seonghwa jerks awake, gasping slightly as he looks around. He half expected to be back at the facility, but no he was on the bus still parked at a small convenience store. He frowns, "Where are we?"

"At the end of the trip," the bus driver huffs, "Come on buddy I got places to be, this is your stop."

Seonghwa stands reluctantly with his bag slung over his shoulders and walks towards the front of the bus where the driver had the door wide open and ready for his departure. Seonghwa stepped off and looked around, noticing there were very few people here in this small town. The bus behind him hisses to life, before the clanking of the door shuts noisily and the tires crunch through the pavement as it departs. He noticed a gas station with a few people there pumping gasoline in their vehicles and the smell of food flooded his nose.

His stomach growled noisily and he placed a hand on it, feeling the slight rumble of his hunger. But he also felt a small curve forming that wasn't there a few days ago...

His heart warms slightly, before his instincts kick in. He needed to feed himself and his baby, best to just find something at this gas station. He walked towards the gas station, his hands gripping the straps of his bag as he ventured further towards the door and eventually opens it to enter the building. Many isles of snacks, travel supplies, and fridges full of drinks viewed themselves to him as he enters.

The bell over the door chimed as it shuts behind him, making him jump slightly. His nose lead him towards the front of the gas station, where what looked to be a small oven containing wrapped sandwiches and boxes contained what smelled enticing to him. His stomach growls again, and he embarrassingly wraps his arms around his midsection to hopefully block the noise.

However, it didn't do much justice.

"You must be hungry," a deep, husky voice behind him chuckles.

Seonghwa turns, facing a man who looked to be about six foot tall and supporting salt and pepper colored hair with a matching beard and mustache. His deep blue eyes were captivating as he smiles, "This place has the best chicken sandwiches in my opinion."

Seonghwa nods, "That does sound pretty good..."

The man chuckles, pointing to the oven contraption, "It's best to order one fresh with Mayo, ketchup, and pickles. The pickles give it that extra tang that the ketchup and Mayo don't provide."

Seonghwa's stomach growls again, and the man laughs, "Well don't be shy, order yourself one. Actually," he steps around the counter and washes his hands quickly before wrapping them in latex gloves. They snap against his wrist, the noise made Seonghwa flinch and gave him a little anxiety. The noise reminded him of the facility when he was in heat, the constant snapping of the gloves against the scientists' and doctors' skin...

"What will it be?" The man asks, grabbing a piece of aluminum foil and placing it on the counter by the oven.

"Uh... I think one of those chicken sandwiches sound pretty good," Seonghwa swallows, nodding, "With Mayo and pickles and ketchup..."

The man smiles once more, grabbing two fresh hamburger buns and putting a generous amount of mayonnaise, ketchup, and a couple slices of pickles before wrapping it expertly. Once he was done, he places the sandwich in a bag then brings it to the register, "Is that it for you sir?"