Subaru sighed, stretching out the kinks in his back as he rested the dirty mop against the wall. He put his hands on his hips, happily surveying the now sparkling clean washroom.
"Ah, nothing as satisfying as a job well done!" He exclaimed, watching his own reflection beam back at him from the shining tiles beneath his feet. "Whelp, now time to dust the decorations on the third floor!" He grinned, his unending enthusiasm powering him through the manual labor.
He hastily grabbed the sopping wet mop, throwing it into the adjacent supply closet, before turning back to grab the bucket that held the soapy water.
This is when things started to get…weird. Right as Subaru's fingers came close to the metal pail, a faint red glow began to pulse around the object.
Subaru yelped, quickly jumping away from the glowing bucket. He let out a weak chuckle, looking around nervously, "hA Ha, v-very funny Beako, I-I can admit you got me there, but yo-you can stop now!" He said with thinly veiled fear.
With the lack of response, combined with the continued brightening red glow, sent Subaru into a near-panic, his trembling gaze locked onto the bucket before him. "You-you can stop now." Subaru practically whimpered, the pulsing glow beginning to fully encompass the item from view.
Suddenly, everything went white in a flash and Subaru screamed, knocking himself out against the pillar behind him in his rush to escape.
Subaru woke up, a headache pounding against his skull as his blearily opened his eyes. He muttered a soft, what the fuck, sitting up against the pillar as his blurry vision focused, and he became aware of the voice lecturing him.
"-upid Barusu, screaming so pathetically for no reason." Ram sneered, giving Subaru a look of disdain as she looked down on his crumpled form. Ignoring his feeble protests, she stormed out of the room, sending one last remark over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her. "And pick up that stupid bread while you're at it!"
Subaru, confused, looked around the room, only for his eyes to widen in shock. There, right where the bucket had been previously, was a standard loaf of bread, one that had definitely not been there before. He cautiously approached, crouching down next to the food to inspect it, lightly tapping it for safety before picking it up.
He noted that the bread was fresh and warm, almost like it had been recently cooked, but it was the note beneath it that caught his attention. He rested the bread in his left arm, carefully reaching down and carefully unfolding the crumpled piece of tattered and yellowed paper. There was a small message there, written in barely intelligible writing, that looked like it had been written by a child using red finger paint.
thaks 4 the buckt
-solder