Yay, another fic I'll never finish! And oh my, i would have to thank my friend Koji for this fic idea. Thanks a lot you sick twisted FREAK! ^^;;
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"732 East Green Terrace...guess this is the place..." Dib looked from the address written on his hand to the small building with a help wanted sign in the window.
It was the local butcher and deli shop, it was actually quite popular with everyone in town. Dib wasn't sure why though...
"You need a job, son!" he said in a mocking voice as he walked inside, mimicking his father's words earlier. He had been forced to get a job and this seemed like as good a place as any.
He heard the bell that rang when someone entered as he pushed open the door and looked around. This wasn't even that nice of a place, it was kind of dirty and Dib was almost positive there was a few roaches or some mice around. There were the usual signs on the walls, some that read "Shoplifters will be shot on sight." Another one read "Lost children become the property of the owner." And yet another one read, "You are what you eat." And then there were the signs telling people to, "try their specials."
Dib found a few of these signs a bit out of the ordinary but oh well, he figured they were a joke or something along those lines.
He walked up to the man behind the counter and cleared his through. The man swung around rapidly, like he was almost expecting to be attacked. Then he grinned when Dib handed him the Help Wanted sign.
"So...you want to work here, kid?" He grinned an evil crazy grin, the kind that said something but you could never quite figure out what.
"Y-yes sir..." Dib stuttered.
"I like you..." the man said, then he poked Dib's tummy, "You look like you got guts..."
Dib gulped as the man reached behind the counter and pulled out an apron with the logo on it and tossed it to Dib. Dib frowned when he realized it was covered in bloodstains, but oh well, beggars can't be choosers, no? He put it on.
"Oh, by the way..." The man spoke up, "My name's Sergio..."
Dib looked up and finally got a good look at Sergio, if that really was his name. He looked young, about 20 except his hair was pure white, almost silver now that he thought about it. He was wearing thick glasses and his intense green eyes were visible through them. He would have been quite the ladies man if his expressions weren't so....frightening. It was as if he was always laughing about something that no one else knew about.
"First thing's first, let me show you around." He stepped out from behind the counter and went through the back as Dib followed him.
"This is the office, the safe is over there."
Dib looked around, this part of the building was even worse then the first part he was in. There were bags of rat poison in the corner of the room, and one was open and spilling onto the floor at that! The floor looked like it hadn't been mopped in weeks and there were boxes and papers and all sorts of trash everywhere. Dib resisted the urge to cringe at the sight.
"There is one place you aren't allowed to go." The man was suddenly talking very seriously as he pointed toward a large metal door, "You are never to go in there, that is the freezer and meat grinding room. It would be VERY dangerous for a little boy to go in..."
Dib shuddered unconsciously at the tone of voice Sergio was using.
"Other than that, you are free to roam where you like. I'll begin by starting you out at the front counter. You'll get the food for the customers and handle the cash. Our busiest hours are from 11 to 2 and 4 to 6. Oh, and you're to wear gloves at all times while handling the food. Got it?"
Dib nodded.
"Ok, I'll expect you here at 6 am sharp tomorrow since it's Saturday, get plenty of sleep boy." He grinned again.
Dib stuttered a goodbye and left hastily, still wearing his apron. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"God that guy is creepy..."
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Uhm....R&R please, doot doot dooo....errors? AIM ME! GRR!
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"732 East Green Terrace...guess this is the place..." Dib looked from the address written on his hand to the small building with a help wanted sign in the window.
It was the local butcher and deli shop, it was actually quite popular with everyone in town. Dib wasn't sure why though...
"You need a job, son!" he said in a mocking voice as he walked inside, mimicking his father's words earlier. He had been forced to get a job and this seemed like as good a place as any.
He heard the bell that rang when someone entered as he pushed open the door and looked around. This wasn't even that nice of a place, it was kind of dirty and Dib was almost positive there was a few roaches or some mice around. There were the usual signs on the walls, some that read "Shoplifters will be shot on sight." Another one read "Lost children become the property of the owner." And yet another one read, "You are what you eat." And then there were the signs telling people to, "try their specials."
Dib found a few of these signs a bit out of the ordinary but oh well, he figured they were a joke or something along those lines.
He walked up to the man behind the counter and cleared his through. The man swung around rapidly, like he was almost expecting to be attacked. Then he grinned when Dib handed him the Help Wanted sign.
"So...you want to work here, kid?" He grinned an evil crazy grin, the kind that said something but you could never quite figure out what.
"Y-yes sir..." Dib stuttered.
"I like you..." the man said, then he poked Dib's tummy, "You look like you got guts..."
Dib gulped as the man reached behind the counter and pulled out an apron with the logo on it and tossed it to Dib. Dib frowned when he realized it was covered in bloodstains, but oh well, beggars can't be choosers, no? He put it on.
"Oh, by the way..." The man spoke up, "My name's Sergio..."
Dib looked up and finally got a good look at Sergio, if that really was his name. He looked young, about 20 except his hair was pure white, almost silver now that he thought about it. He was wearing thick glasses and his intense green eyes were visible through them. He would have been quite the ladies man if his expressions weren't so....frightening. It was as if he was always laughing about something that no one else knew about.
"First thing's first, let me show you around." He stepped out from behind the counter and went through the back as Dib followed him.
"This is the office, the safe is over there."
Dib looked around, this part of the building was even worse then the first part he was in. There were bags of rat poison in the corner of the room, and one was open and spilling onto the floor at that! The floor looked like it hadn't been mopped in weeks and there were boxes and papers and all sorts of trash everywhere. Dib resisted the urge to cringe at the sight.
"There is one place you aren't allowed to go." The man was suddenly talking very seriously as he pointed toward a large metal door, "You are never to go in there, that is the freezer and meat grinding room. It would be VERY dangerous for a little boy to go in..."
Dib shuddered unconsciously at the tone of voice Sergio was using.
"Other than that, you are free to roam where you like. I'll begin by starting you out at the front counter. You'll get the food for the customers and handle the cash. Our busiest hours are from 11 to 2 and 4 to 6. Oh, and you're to wear gloves at all times while handling the food. Got it?"
Dib nodded.
"Ok, I'll expect you here at 6 am sharp tomorrow since it's Saturday, get plenty of sleep boy." He grinned again.
Dib stuttered a goodbye and left hastily, still wearing his apron. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"God that guy is creepy..."
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Uhm....R&R please, doot doot dooo....errors? AIM ME! GRR!