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An: 2nd person pov bc isat fics have conditioned me to write like this.
You... wake up beside your computer. Your head is killing you. You're surprised you're even alive still. Was it a dream? No, the migraine stabbing in your head, as well as a nagging voice in the back of your mind tells you otherwise. You sigh, gripping your forehead as you push your chair away from your desk.
Out of the corner of your eye you see your work uniform and groan, you can't exactly call out using the excuse you have the burden of infinite knowledge, and you need money for rent.
You quickly get ready as it's already nearing time for your shift. You chose to walk as you don’t trust yourself to drive in this state of mind.
Your shift is as usual, long and boring. You know what people are going to order before they do which is useful at least. Or you do most of the time, hastur keeps trying to mess you up. It’s working more than you’d like to admit. It’s almost time for your break when an oddly familiar voice, though one you’d only heard in your mind, speaks up.
“Derek…?”
You immediately look up and lock eyes with the person “Avery!”