His life sucked.
Milo woke up the same way, every morning: full of spite. Today was no exception. His eyes opened slowly, blearily focusing on the ceiling of his grungy apartment. Realizing that it was morning, the cat scrambled for his alarm clock, frantically checking the time. 6:30. He relaxed, with a sigh. On his first day of work, his boss had laid out the consequences of being late. When Burgerpants- younger then, and full of hope- had laughed, the robot hadn't laughed with him.
So, Burger tried not to be late.
Stumbling out of bed, he made his way to his kitchen. Though, perhaps 'kitchen' is a bit too lenient. In reality, it was a small corner of his living room that contained a refrigerator and a microwave. Once, he'd even had a coffee machine, but an unknown thief had burgled it from him. A few weeks later, the cat had found it outside, smashed to pieces. Why? He had no clue. All he knew was that the thieves hadn't even had the decency to *use* what they'd stolen from him.
His life sucked.
Opening the fridge, he pulled out an MTT brand frozen meal. He didn't have a freezer, so the frozen meal was more of a… half-thawed meal. Whatever. Not bothering to read the instructions, he tossed it in the microwave. Ignoring the faint sparks coming from the appliance, Milo punched in a minute, and let it run.
Shower time. Not meeting MTT's standard of 'cleanliness and beauty' resulted in even more consequences. Though, when they'd hired him, they had to make a pass for him in the 'beauty' section.
After an ice-cold, 30 second shower, Burgerpants deemed himself clean enough. Jumping out of the shower, his heavy, wet fur dripped throughout the entirety of the house, as he searched for the towel he'd forgotten to bring in with him.
Next, Milo put on his MTT-sanctioned uniform, which consisted of a shirt (too small) and pants (too large). He also wore a tiny hat, which somehow managed to be unflattering, as well.
His life sucked.
After breaking a brush trying to tame his wild fur, he tossed it on the pile with the others, and gave up. He brushed his teeth with MTT brand toothpaste, which was labeled to taste like 'fame, fortune, and Mettaton'. Honestly, he thought it just tasted like mint.
Meandering back into the kitchen, he realized that it'd been well over a minute since he'd put his food in the microwave. Sure enough, it was cold. And, since he hadn't taken the cover off, it had exploded in his microwave. Tiredly, the employee stared into the microwave for a good five seconds, before shutting the door.
Then, he slipped on socks and shoes, grabbed his archaic cellphone, and headed out the door. It was a long walk. He started work at 8:00, and even though it was currently 7:25, he'd probably need all that time to get there. Along the way, he passed the remnants of his broken coffee machine, and took a moment to bitterly kick it out of the way.
By the time he got to the MTT Hotel, his socks were falling down in his shoes, and he'd gotten dirt in his eye. Grumbling obscenities, Burger pushed open the doors, heading towards his small shop. Yanking his keys out of his pocket, he tried three, before getting the right one. Just before opening the door, however, he got a text.
Just the usual, some random number prank-texting him, calling them his 'mother' and claiming that she 'wished he hadn't been born'. Hilarious. The fact that his mother ignored all his calls, and that he was never invited over for holidays was irrelevant.
However, the text alerted him to one thing. The date.
Today was Sunday. The shop wasn't open on Sundays. He didn't work on Sundays. Everything that had happened that morning, from waking up early, to running his food, and everything in between, could have been avoided. Slowly, he shoved the keys back in his pocket, ignored the suppressed giggling from the receptionist, and went outside. He lit up a cigarette. His last one.
His life sucked.