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Wifies was to put it in simple terms, bored. Utterly, completely, and surely bored. Which he knows, living in a place as chaotic as minecraft? Theres not a single moment to be bored with all the chaos! But somehow, Wifies found it. He works in a small cafe owned by someone by the name Derapchu. If you asked Wifies if he enjoyed his job, he'd say yes!
And that fact is true.. BUT! For a clone who's somehow manged to get a normal life? A part of him wished for unpredictability. He's guilty as charged, sure the cafe was nice, the customers there were nice, but he wished for a friend! I mean sure maybe him and Derapchu were friends but he wants more friends.
And no it isnt because one time Wifies was closing up for his shift and Derapchu was on call with someone and decided "Great! Lets harass our only employe!" So he pulled Wifies into his lap for some odd reason and handed him his paycheck, in which Wifies sat there awkwardly (It was actually pretty comfortable) before Derapchu let him go.
Definitely not that- but thats besides the point! The actual point is, hes bored. Sure he goes to collage but he aces all his classes! Theres no worry of "HOLY SHIT IM FAILLING MY LIFE IS OVER" but infact the opposite. He has a nice small one bedroom house, he goes to the top collage, he's handsome, like why dosen't he have flaws?
Crazy, he knows. Complaining about having a great life? He is definitely an asshole for it and all but being a clone he wishes there was something unique to him! Something more human. A personality maybe? But it'd be akward to shift from his normal monotone person everyones gotten used too..
As he thinks, a loud RING awakes him from his thoughts, right. Its currently 7 am, better get out of bed he thinks, feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. He walks lazily to the kitchen, putting a few waffles in the toaster, pushing it down so it (soft)locks in place and cooks it. What should he do while he waits- oh right! Making sure that all his systems are in check.
He hums a soft tune, he cant remember who sung it too him, but whatever. He walks into his bedroom again, opening his computer. Take a deep breath Wifes, you'v done this before. He opens the hidden latch on his under arm, pulling the little wire with the usb plug out- ouch. He puts in his computer, pulling open the file.
Everything seems.. Fine. Its been like this for years but ever sense that one time he malfunctioned in the middle of the night in PUBLIC he can never be too careful. He puts the wire in neatly, folding it in his usual way as he shuts down his computer. He walks back to the already done waffles, about to fall on the flo- he rushed over, grabbing it as he puts it on the plate. A few seconds later his pain receptors catch up, he reallly needs to update that..
"Ow-" he hisses in pain, blowing on his hand like that does everything as the heat cools down. He just eats the waffle without ANY toppings because he's EVIL(Fies) like that. He checks the time, 7:20.. he has work at 8, then classes in the evening...god his days busy. He walks into his bedroom, he still hasn't changed out of his pajamas.
He puts on a white baggy long sleeve as his undershirt, putting his purple vest with a yingyang symbol over it. Black basic pants, eyeliner because he likes looking different. He tries to make his hair, fluffly ears and tail presentable, which is oddly easy to fix. He puts his signature bandana, brushing his teeth diligently.
He steps at his front door, putting his shoes on and grabs his bag with a yingyang pin and charm. He opens the door, blinking at the sun, before huffing and getting on with his walk to work.. He looked around at all the hustle, walking past his usual stores. He then notices a new library. Maybe he should check it out if he has time.
As he finally made it to the cafe he rummaged in his bag, pulling out the keys to store as he clicked it open, a soft jingle from the door echoing in the quiet store. He hummed, closing the door behind him and locking it. 7:40 now. He went to the back, putting his bag on the small little hook and put his barista apron.
He grabbed a wet wipe, cleaning down the counters and machines. What was the next step?.. Clocking in! How could he forget something so easy? He walked over, inputting his name with a soft click! he walked back out, unlocking the door and flipping the sign from closed to open, at exactly 8 am. He liked being presice.
As he waited at the counter, the door jingled open, as he called out in his usual monotone voice. "Welcome Mrs.Squiddo. Your usual?" He says, already getting to work on her Caramel Macchiato with extra whipped cream. He never knew how should enjoy such a.. sweet drink. He just prefers his coffe black or with sugar if he's feeling jolly that day.
"Yeah! You know me so well Wifies." She beams cheerfully. Wifies has no idea how she stays so.. cheerful at 8 am in the morning. And like always, she's wearing that orange sweater with flowers crocheted on it. Wifies has gotten used to seeing it every day by now, she's one of the very common regulars. "So Wifies, you always seem to be here every morning.. do you not take morning classes?" She asks curiously.
"...my classes are in the afternoon usually so I can work the morning here." He responds, adding the whip cream and writing in his neat hand writing, "Squiddo" as he hands it too her. She hands him the exact amount, 4.75 like always as she nods, humming as she walks over to a table to start her drawing. Its always either drawing or just getting ideas on what to post..
He waits at the counter again, as the door jingles once again. "Guess who? Thats right! Its jumper whoo!!!" Jumper beams, doing a small little jump as she grins, walking over. "Hello jumper, you just want your usual chocolate muffin?" Wifies asked, making sure. Jumper always got a muffin or a different drink every day. "Yup! Thanks wifies!" She responds, handing him 2 dollars and 50 cents.
Wifies watches as Jumper jumps over to squiddo, sitting across from her as they talk. Wifies wonders who's the next customers gonna be.. He wishes his shift was over. Maybe then he could walk to Ken or even wato before heading to class. Would they even be there? They didn't mention working on a project together so they shouldnt be busy for a while. He hopes atleast.
He hums as the door once AGAIN jingles. Huh? Zam is here today. Hm. He- she has her hair neatly curled wearing a pretty sundress. "Hi Zam. What do you want today?" He asks, tilting his head softly, something he does unconsciously. "Uhm.. yeah! A frappe is fine today, im feeling sugary today." Zam mumbles a bit, she's always been awkward around Wifies due to his odd personality.
"Right." He calmly responds, turning to get to work on her drink. He just wishes he could fall asleep. There he could atleast dream of being actually human. Real. Not just made. With parents too. Hes overthinking again, and yikes.. hes spilled some of her drink. "Sorry. Its gonna be a bit of a wait." He responds, neatly cleaning the mess.
He gets back to the drink actually trying to focus now. He slips it across and puts all the cash in the register, locking it with a small click. He relaxes a bit. Shouldn't be a new customer till a little later.. Lomedy maybe? No he comes here at 10 usually, not 9.. wifies hums, opening his phone to scroll.
He watches, as he scrolls. Blah blah blah.. god why is his whole fyp vents? Hes not THAT depressed like jeeze. Stop rubbing it in his face that other people can feel things and he can't. ALL he feels is empty- and great hes spiraling agaim! Life really just fu- freaks him over. He comes on a video of a pretty bird. A parrot maybe, how lovely. He wishes he had a pet.
Should he get a pet? If so what type.. maybe a dog like him? They could bond- but hes not really dog or human so no.. a cat? Maybe. He likes cats alot as they've always interested him when he escaped the factory. He'll stop by the animal shelter on his way back from work? No.. classes if he has time. But then if he doesn't.. the weekend maybe?
As the door jingled again wifies froze. This was a new face.. he was- amazing. Human- well not really he was a parrot. Wifies couldn't help but admire his wings. Such lovely shades of blues greens, yellows, reds.. "Excuse me, uhm.. could I get a black coffee?" The person asked, looking around the store curiously. "Ah- yes. And what's the name for the order?" Wifies asks, getting to work.
"Parrot. Its for parrot." The per- Parrot responds, and wifies can't help but feel.. something. He wants to be friends with this guy. He really really does, but he makes sure not to show it, itd be embarrassing for him! He can't even feel emotion in the first place- so what's this happy thing hes feeling? Whatever.
"Order for parrot. 5 dollars please." He asks, sliding the drink over as Parrot smiles, taking the drink and putting a 5 dollar bill. He walks out and wifies doesn't know this feeling. Its not love, he knows its not. Love is- different. Heart beating, all that stuff. This is- this is.. admiration maybe? He doesn't understand it but maybe.
Wifies is definitely cooked. He can not be this- happy about seeing a new face. Is he really that desperate for friends? Yeah. He definitely is.