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It was a weird day for Purpled. It was Monday, which meant he was going to handle the registers instead of working the meat section with his older brother, Punz, and his friend, Callahan. He wouldn't mind doing the registers if he had a somewhat calm day at school, but nope, it was the complete opposite.
One of the students had somehow broken their leg in gym class by falling off the bleachers, another student had thrown a football and accidentally hit Purp hard in the head. That had caused him to go to the nurse and miss his next class, math. He was supposed to do a test in math. So yeah, he wasn't having a great day so far.
To top off his ‘wonderful day’, he missed the bus so he would have to call his brother Punz to pick him up and drop him off at SMP. The only reason he hated being picked up by his brother was every time he waited, he would always get picked on by some senior. It was annoying as shit, and he was this close to dropping his stuff and punching the dumb jock just for the hell of it.
The two blonds hopped out of the car and went inside to their lockers. “Alright, you know where to find me in the meat section, if you don’t see me-” Punz started to say.
“-I’ll call you on the radio. Don’t do anything bad that would involve the cops, blah blah blah, all that bull.” Purpled interrupted. “You say that so many times, I have it engraved in my head. What, is there a planned robbery I don’t know about?” He joked. Punz laughed and ruffled the shortest hair.
“Just making sure you don’t forget. Who knows, there might be.” Punz replied and winked before walking out of the locker room and to the meat section of the large store.
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Purpled shuffled quietly into the break room where he could see Phil was eating his lunch, Ranboo was sitting on a box while braiding Technos hair, and Tommy and Wilbur were fighting. He could hear a bit of the argument, but he couldn’t care enough to stay long enough to get the story. He walks tiredly to the registers where Karl and Quackity are talking, seeing there is no one in line as of now.
“Hey, Purp! Get over here, I want to show you something!” Karl called, getting Quackity to turn towards him in the process.
“What is it that you wanted to show me, Karl?” He asked, tilting his head. Karl and Quackity shared a look that said mischief. Purpled frantically looked around for any water buckets or anything out of place, he was positive he's going to be pranked in a few seconds.
“Calm down man, we were just going to-” Quackity started to say before hearing a scream from Niki.
“ERET, TUBBO, THE BREAD IS ON FIRE!!” Niki screamed. Karl and Quackity rushed over to help with Ponk, Tubbo, Eret, and Sapnap with a few other staff rushing over to see what was happening. Purpled sighed. 'Just another day in the SMP Grocery Store of hell.' He thought.
It took about 25 minutes to put and take out the batch of burnt bread. He rested his head in his arms on top of the counter, watching the aisles tiredly. He shifted his head to look at the nearby clock. An hour until his shift was over. He might as well finish his homework while he waits for the next customer to come to the register.
The next 20 minutes went by slowly as the fair-haired boy worked the register while simultaneously doing his homework. Tommy and Ranboo had come over to help and talk with him, he enjoyed their company. They were best friends along with Tubbo, as they were the only people under 18 working there.
The trio was about to meet Tubbo in the break room before they heard it.
A gunshot. Then another. And another.
Before the three could register what was happening, they could hear screaming and could see employees running to the back of the store for safety. They turned towards the front door and could see about five men all in black ski masks with guns. Purpled didn’t even get to start running before he felt the wind of a bullet pass by his head.
"Oh fuck." he whispered. There was nowhere to go.