BurgerSHOT

"Welcome to Burgershot, may I take your order?" The acne ridden cashier half-heartedly said to the customer next in line. His voice making it clear that he was counting down the hours for the shift to end, as well as waiting for the day the reaper takes him from this accursed underpaid job. A white-haired man came to the counter and tilted his head up to look at the options that this fine eatery had for sale.

"Yeah. Could I get a large pepperoni pizza with a strawberry Sunday please?" The customer popped the question, with a satisfied grin as the casher's head tilted, giving the customer a look of disbelief as he diverted his eyes inward to try and find the answer to this conundrum.

"Are you retarded?"

"Excuse me?" The white-haired customer said as he fixed the cuff of his sleeve on his crimson jacket. Pretending to have not heard the agitated youth's response to his far-fetched question. The red face teen pointed his finger to the sign at the door, signalling the customer to look in that direction.

"What's that say, weeb-sauce?" He asked as his pent-up rage began to show on the ever-growing size of the vain on his forehead. "Excuse m-"

"WE ARE CALLED BURGERSHOT YOU TWAT! WHY WOULD WE SERVRE PIZZA!" His voice echoed, as his outburst go carried all the way to the back of the line, frightening some, and causing others to leave the store as the boy's eyes began to burn with anger.

"Are you having a laugh, you nob?"

Before the sharply dressed man could reply, the second man in line poked their back and as they turned around to face them, they grabbed him by the sides of his jacket lifting him off the floor. It seems the cashier wasn't the only one he has frustrated with his dumb questions.

"If you ain't going to order something sir, I'm going to take a bit out of you instead." Hunger clear in this hidden demon's eyes, as the white-haired man grinned, catching his pray.

"That is just what I wanted to hear."

As the cashier and the other customers were caught up in his rant a loud bang was heard as blood splattered the entire restaurant, including everyone inside. They all faced the demon hunter as the man who picked him up dropped to the floor with a thud. He turned to face his audience, with blood covering his face.

"Thanks for your help, man." The crimson jacketed man said cheerfully. "I never would I have caught him if you didn't make up such a commotion." He smiled at the shop boy as he dropped a dollar into the tip jar before waving as he left the store whistling to himself.

"Wh… Who is next?" The man hastily said as a little red girl made her way to the counter. He couldn't tell if her dress was red or it was just the blood left over by that douchbag.

"What would you like." Still shaking with fear, as he popped the question. The girl began to think about her order as a sly grin made its way onto her face.

"Do you do cookie's and milk?" She said as the cashier let out a loud shriek as he shakes his fist at the sky with the fury of a full Linkin Park album. He better be getting a raise after this clean up job. Ruby stood their spooked by his shriek.

THE END.


Author's Notes:

So I tried my best to correct some of the errors I made in the original upload. I fixed a few missing words and fixed a few sentences. Hopefully thats all the issues fixed.

Thank you for reading.