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It was an unnerving day.
The most peaceful it could get for the prize-counter laborer.
The puppet was locked up, it's occassional howl stopped bothering Matt.
He swore he would go insane if he heard the padlock rattle once more.
He leaned against the glass counter, tracing with his finger over each of the oranements and knick-knacks that kids swallowed, they had to get rid of the harmonicas due to those aforementioned tragedys.
To rings, to stickers, to notebooks that weren't wide enough to write anything in.
Fazbenders had managed to get too cheap to afford paper.
If you asked Matt about his job, you'd get a chronic 'I can't complain,' answer.
He'd have to admit, he was better off considering his co-workers, to the dayguards who were basically center of it all, and the mistreated janitor;
Not that Matt cared.
Matt glimpsed around the resturant.
The windows were flourscent and made the outdoors appealing, he prayed he could clock-out sooner.
his phone-headed boss was touring the smaller children around like a daycare attendede.
He looked to all the pipes and tubes in the jungle gym that was so hefty it reigned to the dining room.
In the far central dining room Matt could spot the 3 animatronics mechanically moving left and right in spradic action.
He didn't get what kids saw in those hunks of metal.
Today was going as well as it could go, it was boring, and boring was all Matt knew.
It was the only 'lunch-break' concept he'd heard was normalcy.
Fazbender employees' commonplace was paying eachother to distract Scott while they chainsmoked in the dull, rancid outdoors.
Matt bit his lip, fatigued.
Today was going horribly.
1 quarter was because he felt a surge of a lethargy tense his body.
The rest of the quarters all because he spotted his tangerine co-worker dashing through the foyer going towards Matt. Jack looked absulotely delirious.
He mentally prepared himself for 5 styrofoam bullets to be shot at him.
"HEY!! Virgin, I gotta tell you something!"
Jack practically roared as he slid accross the glass of the counter of the prize corner with a facetious tone, Matt was honestly impressed by his swift movement.
He hadn't even took a second to look at the shelves he usually gawked at,
Matt stumbled back surpised to see Jack get closer.
The brown-haired man crashed into the trinkets behind him,
all sorts of plushes dropping onto the floor and counter.
The shelf oscillated, causing shirts to drop and cover the two.
Matt deprived himself of a sigh.
Jack kicked all sorts of soft objects away as Matt clenched his fist.
He crouched down to scoop up the discarded articles, disconveienced and it was only 1:30.
He narrowed his eyes towards Jack, shuffling himself away across the black carpet as he began putting things back.
"Excuse men," Matt pointed towards Jack accussingly,
he still kept his faux-smile despite it.
Jack had that soulless grin to compliment.
one thing they had in common.
"I am not letting you raid the prize counter." The brown-haired man said in an increasingly irked tone.
"Nah, I'm not doing nu'n! Matt, fuckface, listen to me, I-" Jack began, Matt cut him off with a groan and pointing towards the floor.
"Look we don't have time to clean up, Matt," Jack ushered.
He began shoving the shirts into their hanger, and back onto the hanging-rod; with disarrayed al hanging over his shoulders.
He shoved the babbling Jack to the side. The tangerine-man kept trying to irritatingly grab attention.
"HEYYY... MATT??"
"MATTY-BOY."
"FUCK-FACE?"
"FUCK-SHIT-FACE?"
"Dude,"
"Hey!" He got increasingly somber
the virgin could no longer keep on with the dilligence as curiosity burned in him.
He stuffed plastic toys that were barely held together [kids couldn't tell the difference!] onto the lower shelves, not caring about what price was what price.
Matt struggled to get this one plush-animal back to it's spot.
Its spot was towards the ceiling, to the far left.
"I'm being serious, go annoy our phone-headed boss." Matt sneered, tossing the plushie onto the counter.
He fixied his collar to stall unknown time [hoping Jack would get too bored to continue his prank],
before picking up the plush-animal again gingerly.
He walked back, calculating with his old-enough arithmetic ability [basically close to none].
"Oh my fucking god," Jack attempted to grab the plushie,
but paused as he realized how he touched Matt's fingers
Matt felt a burst of feelings, despite how cold the other's digits were. It felt warm in an energy sort of way.
They stared deeply, or however deeply Jack's eyes could bring you.
the atmosphere felt like an embrace where barely any touch took place,
no body-heat exchanged, just gaze.
Jack looked down at the exchange, the silence was alluring to stay in.
But they were running out of time.
Matt felt Jack's fingers slip away. he couldn't help the feeling of the wave of disappointment.
Jack snatched the plush-animal and threw it towards the shelf. He didn't even care that it knocked over.
He didn't know how to keep Matt's attention as he looked almost stunned, but he was gonna suck-up how he felt.
Death over total embarrassment was his current dialemma;
the ultimatum-esque decision made him rush with adrenaline as he rested his hands on Matt's shoulders.
"Okay, now, youre done," Jack sounded like he declared it, even tho Matt still had much to do now.
"Okay, well hurry it up." Matt demanded.
Jack hesitated, wallowing in dither.
"Matt, you have to get out of here!" Jack exclaimed, "Dave, he's gonna-" He said hasty.
The brown-haired man took Jack's hands off him. Jack left them by his sides, feeling hollow.
"Are you trying to get me fired? I can't and will not leave till my shift is over." He said as a final descision.
"I'm trying to save YOU, out of every other dickhead here. I'm not joking! No MTV, no trying to get you fired, no pranks!" He attempted to be reassuring, but Matt did not budge [no matter how much it swayed him]
Jack swore he could hear the ticking, the appliances, the pressure, the flames-
"Oh my god, fuck you," Jack said while briefly looking side to side, feeling a twinge of emotion seeing how much people were present.
Jack clenched his teeth in ponder.
He no longer hesitated, grasping Matt by the waist. Jack ran across the dining room, getting angry shrieks from his boss as he continued anyway.
Matt only got angrier at the sight as Jack forced him out.
Jack and Matt were now at the end of the parking lot. Jeez, it went all too fast.
He had to gather himself before he could even be upset.
Now that he was outside, he realized how the outside was moreso off-putting. It strangely accentuated Jack, who stood beside Matt, going back to stand behind Matt like an accursed human-meat-shield.
"Jack, what are you doing exactly? Phone-head is gonna be out here any minute-" Matt went on an acrimony, Jack stopping him any time he expressed about going back inside
Matt scoffed; why did he need Jack's permission?
He jaundered back closer to the resturant.
Jack freaked- dashing and grabbing a hold of Matt, basically sliding him and Matt away to the end of the parking lot, leaning forward over his shoulder. close FOR comfort.
"?!" Matt made a wince-like noise.
A gust of air burst the pizzeria.
it launched debris into the air, and followed with screams.
Jack didn't let go of the weird hug, they had going on. They were in eachother's grasp.
Basically the only thing that mattered.
"See." Was all Jack said before properly embracing him with a squeeze.