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Mono hated night shifts. For many reasons really. But, mostly for all the weirdos and crazies that come out at night. The sleep deprivation was also a factor, but he was a highschooler with no friends and barely even a life.
He swears his manager is out to get him, assigning him a double after another nightshift. He could barely see straight, much less not burn himself on the grill. Thankfully it was a pretty slow night, they had only gotten one late night business woman and she was pretty thankful that they were even open.
But, he heard a slight ding in his headset and looked over to see someone swearing past the sign. If he had to deal with a drunk driver while he was this tired, he was just gonna call the police. Screw what his manager would say, he was seconds away from screaming.
Sighing, he rubbed at his eyes resting against the counter, barely flinching as he heard the squeak of brakes behind him. Feeling his entire body deflate he opened the window, already talking before even opening his eyes
“Thank you for ordering at McDonalds, usually we would require you to order at the sign.” He stressed his words “But, since we arn’t busy I can make an except-...ion.” Rubbing at his eyes again, he looked back up.
No, he wasn’t seeing things. That was a whole-ass wolf, just sitting in the drivers chair looking way too comfortable for something so outta place. A squeak wormed out of his throat as he hopped back a pace.
He swore that the golden eyes before him held a human amount of amusement that wasn’t possible for a wolf to have. I mean, he hasn’t seen a wolf, but he didn’t think they looked that human-like.
A low, drawling whine settled in his chest. Almost reminding him of the trilling of the fluorescent light above him.
WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO! They didn’t cover animals driving cars in his interview
“MARK! MARK!” Finally some sort of instinct kicked in and he slammed the window shut, to the disgruntled anger of the wolf outside, who was licking it's chops at the smell of food. He just hoped he wasn’t the food
“WHAT DO YOU WANT MONO!?” Mono winced at the angry tone, licking his lips with unease
“WHAT DO I DO IF THERE’S A WOLF IN THE WINDOW?!” He didn’t get a response for a minute, but he could hear his manager laughing at him
“DON’T BE A DRAMA QUEEN, IT'S A DOG. DOES IT WANNA ORDER!” Okay, Mark was definitely mocking him. Gulping down his fear, as best he could. He walked back to the window with trembling legs and opened it back up
“Uh, he-hello.” He stuttered despite his best attempts to look calm “W-would you like to order?” Despite the death glare he was getting, the wolf shook its head up and down. Mono thinks it didn’t like getting the window shut in its face.
Grabbing at a pad and fishing for a pen with shaking hands, he looked back. Flinching ate the nose poking through and into the building. Ducking down, he did not wanna get anywhere close to those teeth, but he did notice that clamped tightly in the animal's maw was a piece of slightly damp paper.
Pulling gently on the other end, as far from the wolves teeth as possible, he took it. Struggling to read the chicken scratch on the paper. As far as he could tell this wolf had gained human sentience and had struggled writing with paws.
Maybe he was just really sleep deprived, maybe Mark’d let him off early if he passed out from the delirium. Cautiously, he imputed the order. Keeping an eye on the snout sniffing around his workplace. It's owner was practically hanging half out of its own window. Large beastial paws the size of his head resting against rusting yellow paint.
Quickly he set out the order, trying his best to not hurry in his stress. If he got this wrong, there was a chance this wolf would just eat him. After all, who wants processed cow meat when they can have fresh human.
Feeling queasy, both from the image and his fear, he set out a water by the sill. Jumping as the wolf's head swerved to encapsulate it and his hand with it's teeth. Freezing all the air left his lungs, as he frantically pulled his hand away. The water was pinned between powerful jaws and the wolf moved away to throw its head back, dumping the water half down its throat and half all over itself.
Mono was starting to feel less fearful and more confused as he flipped a burger onto a bun, setting it aside. That was the first of twenty.
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It didn’t take him long to complete the order, despite the monstrous amount of food on it. Which to be fair, he was giving it to a wolf. That fact has kinda just settled in his brain and now he was just acting as if it was just any old Saturday.
Might have to get that checked out, along with the fact that he was actually pretty alright with it. After he got past that initial fearful confusion, he was just kinda okay with it. Maybe his head was a bit more screwy than he first suspected.
Stuffing it all into three bags, he took in a deep breath before looking back. Right into the drooling teeth of a hungry wolf. Flinching, he almost felt his legs give out, but managed to save himself.
By shoving his hand right on the still hot grill. Frantically he pulled away, wincing at the burning of his skin as he fought to stay upright. Clenching his teeth, he grinned and beared through it. Before, his heart dropped. How was this wolf gonna pay for food? In his panic he had forgotten to ask for money, and could you really blame him. Seriously?
This would either take out a big chunk out of his already dismally small pay cheque or he’d just be put out of his misery quickly by a wolf attack. Eh, at this point he was fine with either outcome.
Balancing the bags delicately, he held out one for the wolf to take. Flinching as it approached all sharp toothed and drooling. Setting both of the bags in his arms down, he quickly switched his grip to be holding it from the bottom. Adding space between his delicate human skin and sharp knives.
The wolf basically purred as it nosed through the bag, picking up a wrapped sandwich. Instantly, Mono felt his skin prick up with unease as an angry growl ripped through the air. He barely fought the instinct to shield himself with his arms down, as he looked at the animal. Trying to figure out what got it so angry.
It was staring dejectedly at the wrapping sat on the fabric of the car's seats, it's paw trying to worm it's way through the tightly wrapped bundle. Feeling his heartbeat calm down slightly, he started to unwrap one of the burgers from the bags still inside. Holding it out delicately, trying not to have a heart attack as the wolf perked up and lunged at his hand.
But, he barely felt the slight brush of teeth as the burger was practically ripped out of his grasp. He watched as the wolf desperately gulped it down like a seagull. Fighting down his laugh at the sight, he started to unwrap the rest of the food. Barely even looking up as a sheepish, not really fitting for a wolf, but it was absolutely adorable, face mouthed a bag back down onto the counter.
Smiling, he offered the wolf another of the unwrapped burgers, laughing at the meeping bark of gratitude he got when he dropped it into its maw.
He wondered if this was being caught on the cameras. Imagine how the morning crew would look at seeing one guy alone at the till and feeding a wild animal that was surprisingly sentient and knew how to drive. If he wasn’t living it right now, he’d think himself or anyone crazy if they told him that.
Eventually he had a mountain of greasy burgers all shoved into two bags, several already being stolen but a greedy snout. He barely had the bags halfway out of the window, before they were being yanked out of his grasp and dropped into the car. The wolves whole head shoved into it and he could hear furious eating sounds.
Leaning back onto the counter, ignoring the sting of his hand as it brushed against waxy wood cabinets. Without the threat of getting eaten hanging over his head, Mono finally took a moment to actually look at the big beast with its head still shoved deep into a brown bag.
Reminded him of when he was younger and used to walk around with a paper bag shoved over his head, that thing was hot and he could barely see out of it. But, it made him feel safe and sometimes he even missed it. Running a hand over his exposed jaw he sighed, looking back at the wolf and squinting his eyes to see past the dim lighting.
The wolf's fur, which he thought was almost pitch black was actually tinged mutely with blue. A bright yellow cloth was draped over it's back, worn almost like a cape with the sleeves wrapped in a nice bow at the front and well it was massive. He wasn’t exaggerating when he compared it's paws to the size of his head. That wolf is massive, probably five foot from paw to shoulders, it's head scraped against the roof if it wasn’t hunched over.
It had two large triangular ears that seemed to hone in on him, the same bluish color but with dark spots on the back and lining the inside. The same colour lined it's snout like freckles, paired with sharp rose-gold eyes, that fluctuated between blood red and piercing gold. Massive white teeth, the length of his pinkie and probably even sharper than a razor blade. Designed to rip and tear, those poor burgers didn’t stand a chance.
When the bags were ripped beyond any recognition and every single scrap of food was gone, the wolf finally looked back at him. A big, shark-tooth grin on its face as a large pink tongue slipped out in a pant.
It seemed satisfied, so Mono let out a big sigh of relief, offering the animal a tentative smile. It nodded at him, clamping its mouth around the steering wheel, sliding down in what looked like a very uncomfortable position for the wolf, it smashed it's paw against the accelerator.
Mono watched as the car jerked forward and out of the drive through. Feeling like this encounter had aged him twenty years. Deflating, he shut the window and dropped to the floor. Wrapping his arms around his knees and pulling them in close as he took a moment to just breath.
His heart rate had settled into a jumbled rate of highs and lows, and he just needed a moment to process and calm down.
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“HOW COULD YOU HAVE LOST HER, SHE’S MASSIVE?!” Rk hated the full moon, he was a warlock not a babysitter. Six was a big tough girl and despite not being in the right state of mind as a wolf, she could take care of herself. Rcg didn’t seem to get that, as she had been screaming for the past half hour.
“Dude, I take care of nomes, I cast spells. I don’t babysit wolves. Especially not a pissy Six wolf.” He grumbled, scratching at one of the nomes' large pointed hats, anger twisting in his chest.
“I ASKED YOU TO WATCH HER FOR A MINUTE, SO I COULD GRAB FOOD!” Rcg was all red faced and prickly, which was so unusually for her. But, he does guess that a rampant and hungry werewolf with human-ish intelligence would make anyone a little coo-coo. He felt bad looking at her straight on, so he tried to focus on the angry sway of her tail.
Mermaids were an enigma to him, especially one like Rcg. Mermaids weren’t researched much and they were really hard to find in the wild. Especially a foregin one like Rcg. She had the gills and scales, but not the tail in place of legs. Instead she had a shifting one, that would shift with the type of playing field she was on.
In the water, poof no legs, just fishy tail. On land poof, only a dog-like tail and normal legs. When he zoned back in she was still yelling at him, ranting about how much trouble Six could get into. The nome in his lap seemed to perk up, his head tilting slightly, before he jumped up sharply and ran off his head bobbing with the motion.
That could only mean one thing, Six was near and Rcg seemed to realize the same thing as her mouth shut up and her eyes closed, her ears starting to wiggle trying to hear the approaching beast. She didn’t have to wait long as a long scratching noise came from the door, before it burst open after a few attempts.
Six trodden in happily, a metal keyring wrapped around a long tooth. She didn’t bring in the heavy scent of blood and death or quick arson. Infact she reeked of cloying fast food. Rk fought the urge to snicker as Rcg practically threw herself at the confused wolf
“You just ran off! Ohhh, I was sooo worried.” She sniffed, nose wrinkling up at the smell she must’ve just noticed “Where did you go?” The girl turned werewolf just offered the mermaid an unimpressed look, growling out a loud huffing noise. Rcg laughed slightly, shaking her head “Right, of course. Sorry.” Six slinked out of the girls grasp, prancing out of the entrance and into the living room to give a customary growl towards Rk.
Who jokingly growled back, eyes now focused on the tv without Rcg yelling at him. Six jumped up over the side, on spun settling down taking over a major portion of the couch, lazily watching whatever horror movie Rk was watching.
She wasn’t expecting that fast food worker to be so calm in dealing with her. She expected him to scream and run, so she could rob them blind. But, he actually seemed alright with her presence even seeming to enjoy it once he got over the first wave of fear.
Hmn, maybe she’d have to go back next full moon. Or maybe even un-wolfified. She did feel kinda bad that he had hurt himself, when she scared him. She'd have to appologize sometime.