Greetings readers! I'm going to attempt to write a human inside of kfp story. My writing skills are amateur, and I see this as an opportunity to hone my skills and hopefully create an enjoyable story. This story it's going to be set up differently. I don't have a set like proper story in mind. It will be more like a tv show. Just our main character's adventures and mini plotlines are within. It will have an eventual ending, but there will be PLENTY of stories in between. Well, there's not more I have to say except kick back and enjoy the ride!

*WARNING: Gore, cursing, alcohol/drug abuse, and eventual lemons*

My foot tapped nervously on the floor, I was currently waiting for the news from my employer. I sat upright in the dim-lit waiting room. Trying my best to appear professional in the quiet atmosphere. I peered out the window and glanced at the sun setting over the horizon. A few inches away from being obscured by the building next to the office.

I was sitting in a small room on the 10th floor of an office building. It had a gray carpet with some boring beige walls. A few fake plants boxed in a row of metal chairs against the wall. There was an unoccupied desk in front of me with no receptionist in sight. The only other living person in the room was a janitor putting his equipment up a few feet to my right in a closet.

I was waiting to be called back through a hallway to my left into a room at the end, where my fate would ultimately be decided. I grimaced at the thought and got up to stretch. I stood up from my chair and cracked my back with a groan. I needed to make sure I still looked presentable and made my way to the bathroom. Just two doors away from where I was to be called.

I pushed open the door into the tiny bathroom and shut it behind me. Turning to the sink I hunched over and peered into the mirror. I didn't look half bad.

Where are my manners? My name is Nick Cooper. I am the ripe age of 22 born on October 13th. I'm a pretty big guy, I stand a good 6'5 and I have jet black hair. I have a fair skin complexion with blue eyes. I wear a low-cut fade with some longer hair on top. Some of my interests include guitar, singing, and a little bit of MMA.

I gently directed a small strand of hair that didn't lay right to where it should be and tilted my face to study it. I didn't look half bad! I was clean-shaven, my hair was done properly, and I wore a rental suit that looked pretty sharp. I reached into my pocket and propped another breath mint to be sure. I chewed it quickly and smiled at the mirror.

I nodded in approval and lifted off the sink. I pushed the door open and almost ran into somebody. "Sorry!", I exclaimed whilst simultaneously backing up. I recognized him as the employer and put on a smile. He returned the smile and nodded to me, "Good timing! Just follow me to the back and we'll discuss our decision". I slightly gestured towards the door and put on some fake cheer, "Well lead the way, sir!".

He turned to begin walking towards the room and the smile quickly left my face and the nervousness showed through. I ran my hand through my hair one last time and adjusted my suit while we walked. We finally reached the door and he opened it before politely ushering me in. I nodded and let out a 'thanks' before walking into the office.

It was a simple office consisting of a filing cabinet, desk, lamp, and chair across from the aforementioned desk. I took a seat and made myself comfortable. My fake smile was back on so as to not look desperate. On the outside I looked perfectly serene, on the inside, however, I was a nervous wreck. I was broke and behind on rent for my apartment. Me getting the job or not decided if I would be evicted or keep my home.

The job I'm applying for right now was a telemarketing job. I just try and sell whatever the company was offering. The job seemed easy enough.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when the door closed behind me and my employer sat down in front of me. He had blonde hair with brown eyes. He was a smaller guy and stood at 5'6.

I leaned forward and made eye contact, clearly engaged and ready for my answer. He cleared his throat and began to speak, "We have reviewed your resumé, while it is not bad and the answers were acceptable. We are looking for someone with more experience in the sales department".

My heart dropped to my stomach and I desperately searched for an alternative, "Are there any other positions? I'll accept anything. Maybe janitorial?".

He leaned back in his chair and pursed his lips, "I'm sorry Mr. Cooper, there are no other positions available. Try applying elsewhere. I wish you the best of luck". I nodded and got up to leave the room. I was honestly shocked and made my way to the elevator. My finger numbly hit the button and paged the machine and it opened almost immediately. The ride down was quiet and swift and I disembarked on the first floor. I was lost in thought and the world was like a blur around me.

Quickly making my way through a similar waiting room, I walked through the door and the cool night city air blasted me in the face. I made my way through the dark street and when far enough away I let out my pint up aggression. "FUCK!", I yelled out of pure anger. My fist swiftly connected with a nearby street sign and turned the whole thing sideways. It made a metallic clang and my fist flared up in pain. I grunted in response and tucked my hand into my stomach. After shaking it off I assessed the damage. It was bleeding pretty badly and the skin was peeled back on the knuckles. I sighed and reached into my other pocket, to grab a cigarette.

It was a dirty habit of mine but it kept me sane. Better than being piss drunk and waking up a few blocks from your house robbed of your valuables. I put it to my lips and reached into my pocket deeper to grab a lighter. The small flame lit up my face in the darkness and started to burn the end. I returned the lighter to my pocket and took a long drag of my cigarette. I let out another deep sigh and the smoke gently seeps out of my nose and mouth. I flicked it a good time to rid it of excess ash and began strolling again.

I was once again lost in thought just letting my feet take me home, my brain occupied elsewhere. Things didn't always use to be like this you know. I had a good construction job before drugs were my downfall. It crippled me and drained my bank account. My co-workers were quick to notice and before I could do anything I lost my job. A few odd jobs here and there kept me barely afloat and I had to get a cheaper, more run-down apartment. The very apartment I'm gonna lose in a week. Things have been tough and I have no immediate family to help. My mother passed away a few years back from cancer. The relationship was pretty shaky.

I was born in London Kentucky before moving up here to Detroit Michigan. It's a shithole honestly and I still have no clue why my mother thought it would be a good idea. Well, it's said and done. I'm stuck here for the time being and my mother is dead. This job would have really helped me out and I could have had proof for the complex I would catch up on rent. Really I've been relying on mowing lawns, helping people move, and anything to make a quick buck. I'm also ashamed to admit some illegal activities have made their way into my hustle. One job that pays pretty decent is I drop off and pick up some hookers for this guy Big T. He trusts me to not mess with the women and I'm punctual. He sets them up around in the area and nets him some pretty good money, and they like me so that's a plus.

I was getting to the more busy part of town and the traffic picked up in volume. Letting me know that home is close, and I was going to enjoy it while it lasted. Still lost in thought I stepped down onto the intersection and quickly started to make my way across. I was about halfway there before I hear the blaring of a horn and light flooded my vision. I turned to the side and looked and saw the front of a bus barreling towards me. I had no time to say anything before it was closer... and closer... I shut my eyes tight and waited for impact. Then darkness.

Alright if you made it this far thank you for reading! If you have any trouble seeing how this relates to KFP the next chapter will clear up any confusion. My writing isn't the best and I don't know how it is in terms of pacing, so, feedback appreciated!