A/N: Hey hey! I was inspired by an amazing author called LGBTGirl to write this story, to spread awareness of the awful oppression of LGBT people! You should check out her fic, but leave only nice comments! Trolls will be dealt with very harshly!
Disclaimer: This is not a troll fic, so don't say that it is!
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He was angry.
Mike was angry at everything and everyone. His father for denying his true sexuality, his neighbours for harassing and yelling at him whenever he passed by their doors, his coworkers for laughing behind his back. He knew what they were all thinking: that he was a fag, he should have stayed in the closet, and that he shouldn't exist. Well, he will prove all of them wrong! He won't be oppressed!
That was why he asked to be moved to the night shift. That way, nobody will bother him. He will be free to be his true self, and not be around those bigoted jerks!
Although, to replace human company with lifeless animatronics... He had to admit that it was a little creepy, especially since he had to travel underground for his shift. But weighing the two options left him this as his better choice, so he had no choice but to do it.
He made his way to the building where he would be working for the rest of his miserable, oppressed life (little does he know!). It was dull, grey, lifeless, like the straight, white bosses managing this place. It was already obvious to him that they were trying to push away LGBT people, but in a covert, sneaky way so that no one would slander them, and it was working! Every day he worked at the restaurant, only straight couples and their snot-nosed brats would come, and not one of them even knew someone from the LGBT group. Obviously, it was working.
Oh well, not like I can change it, he thought glumly. At least I won't have to talk to those a-holes anymore.
Oh, if only he knew of the days ahead of him...
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A/N: I hope all of you liked it! My first story, please no hate or trolls! Only POSITIVE reviews!