This Is The Origin Of Nodoze
here i am, sitting in a cave with the only creature in this world that seems to except me, my buddy ferret . wow shit really went down hill fast.
now i live in a box , with a ferret, in a cave, surronded by trolls, i think.
just last week i was rebuilding a carburetor on my bonneville, now this.
Is this my curse to be shuned by everyone for being different?
I rember that day at panera doing dishes. Maybe if i would have just called in sick my life would be normal still, maybe not.
I rember my manager.
"cody get those teapots brought back and cleaned so we can all get outa here", barked megan.
"ya, im on it", i relectuntly told her.
somthing just felt off today, maybe it was my hangover from the party last night, maybe the general hatred for my managers making me stay late as my friends went home.
I started preparing the sink, filling it with sanitizer solution and adding the dipit xp to the mix. So what if im adding more than whats needed, who measures?
i sumberged the pots into the water and let them soak while i dealt with an anrgy customer.
Shortly after i returned and started cleanign the pots with a scrubby pad, as i often called them.
as i started cleaning the pots i noticed a tingling in my hands, i figured it was dishpan hands and the chemicals stinging a cut.
i continued cleaning.
"son of a dog, that stings", i said.
"dont let customers hear you talk like that we dont want a angry email or somthing", megan said.
"ill show u angry email", i said as she walked away.
as i kept cleaning the pain kept getting worse and then going away. then suddenly the most pain i had ever felt coursed through my hands and then. shhht(cutting sound) straight through the kettle,strange metal claws went, then retracted.
"holy shit", i muttered. "what the hell".
i rember a mixture of emotions confusion, curiosity, fear.
"what am i gonna do now" as i thought to my self.
i ditched the pot in the trash underneath some garbage and told the manager i was done.
"check the bathrooms on the way out", megan told me.
"sure", i said.
i ran out the door and hoped into my car spinning tires out the parkinglot. as i rushed home i wondered what i would do, how it happened and when it would happen again.
What i didnt know was that it would happen again when i most needed it.
The next day at work i was preparing sandwiches for customers when a man shadily dressed and obviously out of place for this kind of eating establishment entered. he walkd up to a cashier and pulled out a gun.
I froze. for the cashier he was holding up wasnt just and cashier but my girlfriend brooke. Next thing i knew instint took over. i ran over and all of a sudden the claw like extremities came out again. the man fell over in fear and then quickly got up and took off.
I looked around checking out the expressions on everyones faces, they were mixture of disbelief, fear,and curiosity.
" I had heard of people like him, but i never thought they actually existed", said a lady.
I looked at brooke, she had this look in her eyes that i had never seen before.
"what are you some sort of a freak", she screamed. "youve decieved me al this time", " i trusted you, i LOVED you, get away from me".
I looked at her in disbelief as a tear came to my eye. then i ran, ran as fast as i had ever ran straight out the door, got in my car and took off.i really dont rember a whole lot except for driving for a long time untill i ran out of money and gas. then i hoofed it.
everyone who was there knew, how could i go back i rember thinking. The only person in the world that mattered to me hates me and doesnt want to have anything to do with me. i suppose my parents will find out somehow and will be devastated, but i cant go back, not now after all this.
what am i gonna do i cant live in a cave with a ferret i found on the side of the road for the rest of my life.
