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..oh. He’d fallen asleep again. Cashier’s eyes fluttered open, but not as delicately as he had hoped. His eyelids alone were burdens to keep up, and his eyebags only dragged him down. The haziness of his mind stained his vision with static and bright colors. He had gotten used to this routine. There wasn’t much left he could do but watch the clock. As his consciousness began to stir, he started to focus on the contents of his dream. He tried to recall…
…
There was absolutely nothing. All he could recollect was… something.. somewhere… And it wasn’t here. Great. What a detailed description. That’s just what a near full-day shift does to a teenager.
For the remainder of the time, Cash couldn’t feel any emotion, or even muster a sound. All he could do was observe his surroundings. That wasn’t very difficult. It was just the trashed-up convenience store he spent his entire life in. Right next to that timer. Every day, it would count down to 5 in the morning, the only break he got. You wanna take a wild guess how long he had the chance to relish in not standing behind a dusty, beat-up, god-forsaken counter? Not having to deal with obnoxious kids who harass him for working this stupid job? One. Singular. Hour. Good lord.
Cashier had finally built up the energy to lift up his head and stretch his limbs. He could see clearly now, how the night sky was all dark and gloomy. That’s always how the world around him was, wasn’t it? He’d grown accustomed to these… sudden feelings of emptiness. Like there just wasn’t a point staying here, if all he ever was was some stupid cashier. He tried to shove those thoughts down to the depths and glanced at the timer to his left. It…
“...the hell.?”
It was just some huge string of numbers. The timer counted in seconds, but still. At least that pretty much gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted until the Player came rolling ‘round once the clock hit roughly 200.
He leaned his head back against the countertop and grumbled to himself. Why was this store even open for almost the entire day? Nobody ever actually came in and bought anything except for the Player. Dummy would pop in to say hi if they were bored, but the store wouldn’t actually serve them any use at all. It was all so stupid. Especially since this whole shift would take such a huge toll on his sleep schedule.
ughh… Damn it, why did these sudden pangs of loneliness hit at the most random times?! His chest started to feel tight. He adjusted his head on the counter and groaned. Nobody would be here to hear him, anyway. How pathetic he was. What a sight to see, a nearly grown teenager whining to himself about being stuck in some beat-up convenience store. It was all just so fucking stupid. He spent all his life inside of this room, and his only purpose was to serve the Player. That’s it. Nothing more than some pitiful NPC. He knew exactly where he was, and what he was meant to be. It made his skin crawl. It wasn’t fair how so many other people had the fortune to actually get to live a life at all. Was it his fault? Something he did? In some way, did he deserve this kind of sick punishment?
Guess he would never know.