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A Mini Pac-Man Fanfic by M.C. Griffin
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Nicole never knew what was missing in her life. She went to school, went to work, went home...
felt nothing.
She walked the world never knowing if anyone else ever felt the way she did.
lonely.
helplessly lonely.
Nicole worked at a small Italien resturant on the corner from her school. After all her classes were over she would head down to work her shift.
She couldn't stand it there. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until she dies.
That's the way it felt anyway. Working and getting paid were always two different things it seemed. You work and it sucks. You get paid and it's cool.
The worst for her was taking out the garbage at night.Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until someone throws it away.
She worked hard there. A lot harder than to have her work disgarded like waste. If they didn't want mushrooms they could've told their waiter. If they didn't want a large meal they could've told their waiter. If they were alergic to something they could have told their waiter.
She would go home feeling ruined. Her co-workers would wake at night wondering if a certain customer had paid. She would wake wondering if a customer ate his or her dish.
That old guy through away his lasagna.
That couple didn't finish their salads.
That guy from school disregarded his esparagus entirely!
She came to work one day to discover something new. An arcade game in the corner. Video games were new at the time, and what she had played, she didn't really like. Pong had gotten old, fast.
The day went on as normal. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until its closing time.
After she emptied the infernal garbage, the manager told her to go turn off the 'game machine'.
She looked upon the most beutiful thing she had seen in a long time.
On the screen was a little yellow head, like a partly eaten pizza, eating these little white pellets.
His entire existance was eating. He didn't eat because he chose to, he had to. Even with little gohsts chasing him he had to eat. He didn't spare a single bite, and he even ate the better food, the strawberries and such, if he could.
No allergies.
No picky eating.
No fucking trash can.
Life to him was dining, and you weren't done until you cleared your plate.
She unplugged the machine and went home.
That night she didn't feel that lonely.
THEND
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A Mini Pac-Man Fanfic by M.C. Griffin
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Nicole never knew what was missing in her life. She went to school, went to work, went home...
felt nothing.
She walked the world never knowing if anyone else ever felt the way she did.
lonely.
helplessly lonely.
Nicole worked at a small Italien resturant on the corner from her school. After all her classes were over she would head down to work her shift.
She couldn't stand it there. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until she dies.
That's the way it felt anyway. Working and getting paid were always two different things it seemed. You work and it sucks. You get paid and it's cool.
The worst for her was taking out the garbage at night.Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until someone throws it away.
She worked hard there. A lot harder than to have her work disgarded like waste. If they didn't want mushrooms they could've told their waiter. If they didn't want a large meal they could've told their waiter. If they were alergic to something they could have told their waiter.
She would go home feeling ruined. Her co-workers would wake at night wondering if a certain customer had paid. She would wake wondering if a customer ate his or her dish.
That old guy through away his lasagna.
That couple didn't finish their salads.
That guy from school disregarded his esparagus entirely!
She came to work one day to discover something new. An arcade game in the corner. Video games were new at the time, and what she had played, she didn't really like. Pong had gotten old, fast.
The day went on as normal. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food. Preparing food until its closing time.
After she emptied the infernal garbage, the manager told her to go turn off the 'game machine'.
She looked upon the most beutiful thing she had seen in a long time.
On the screen was a little yellow head, like a partly eaten pizza, eating these little white pellets.
His entire existance was eating. He didn't eat because he chose to, he had to. Even with little gohsts chasing him he had to eat. He didn't spare a single bite, and he even ate the better food, the strawberries and such, if he could.
No allergies.
No picky eating.
No fucking trash can.
Life to him was dining, and you weren't done until you cleared your plate.
She unplugged the machine and went home.
That night she didn't feel that lonely.
THEND
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