WOW! It's me again, actually finishing this thing up.
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Dib stood under the water in his shower, letting the liquidy drops hit his face and run down his body. He sighed, not wanting to go in to work today.
"Heh..." He smirked, "It's only been one day and already I'm sick of it. Oh well, at least the pay is...moderate."
He shut the water off and shook his head back and forth. He grabbed a towel from the rack near the shower and wrapped it around his waist.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a brush off the counter near the sink, running it through his hair.
"Ya ya ya ya ya oo ra ra ra..." He sang softly, He'd had that theme from that little cartoon in his head all morning, and quite frankly, it was making him sick.
Shaking his hips to the tune of it, he brushed his teeth and finished getting ready. He had woken up early for some reason so he had another half another to get to work.
At the thought of work, he found his mind turning back to Sergio, his boss. What a weirdo. "Some peoples' kids..." Dib sighed as he stretched, reaching his hands up to the ceiling. "At least I can take my time getting to work today...I could probably show up late and he wouldn't even know."
He left the bathroom, made his bed and then exited his room as well. He slid down the railing and landed in the kitchen. Dib was met with a small surprise as he saw Gaz sitting at the table, playing her Gameslave and sipping orange juice every now and then.
"What are you doing up so early...?" He asked, extremely puzzled.
She simply pointed to a piece of white fabric on the table. Dib picked it up and it unfolded, revealing itself to be his work apron. But...something was missing...
"The blood...what happened to it? Did you get all those stains out for me?"
She nodded and stood up, walking upstais with her eyes on the Gameslave the whole time.
"Thanks!" He shouted up to her, then more quietly, "Sometimes I just don't get her..."
Wrapping and tieing the apron around his waist, he opened the door and took a deep breath. The fresh air filled his lungs and he smiled up at the still dark sky, "Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem..." And he started off for work.
He got there about ten minutes before six and waltzed on inside because, as he expected, the door was unlocked. Since there weren't any customers just yet, he decided to go back and clean up that room. He opened the door and frowned, it seemed worse than what it had been like the first time he saw it, which was only yesterday! The dirt seemed dirtier, the slime seemed slimier. Dib rolled his eyes and began to clean up all the rat poison.
Then his eyes caught a radio sitting on the desk across the room, "Might as well have some music." He thought as he turned it on to his favorite station. A song was just ending when an announcer came on with the news.
"Two parents in the New York area," The reported started, "were accused of nearly starving to death their infant daughter by putting her on their own strict diet were found guilty of assault, reckless endangerment and endangering the welfare of a child."
"Some people..." Dib said as he shook his head, uprighting another bag.
"In local news, a robber was seen going into a store in the downtown area, and seemed to never come out. The police have no leads and are assuming this man to be a mastermind. The store has asked not to be named."
"Strange." Suddenly over the radio he heard the main door opening. "Customer again." He thought, but when he left the backroom he saw it was only a deliveryman with a roller with sacks of ice blocks on it.
"Delivery. Will you sign for this?" He asked.
"Uh...sure." Dib took a pen off the main counter and signed his name, then stared at the ice for the freezer with a bit of worry as the boy took the cart away.
Sergio had told him never to go in the freezer...but the ice would surely melt if he came in late again like yesterday.
"What else is there to do? I can't just let it melt. And I'll be fine, it can't be that dangerous." He picked up a sack of ice and carried it with both arms because they were so heavy. Shifting it momentarily to one hand he opened the freezer door and stepped inside.
His ears didn't register then large crash of ice hitting steel and bone, nor did his feet register the pain as the ice he had dropped landed on his feet, breaking several toes.
The only thing he noticed was the scene in front of him. He had expected a normal freezer, meat slabs hanging from hooks and shelves of different cuts. He got the general thing, but instead of beef and pork hanging from the hooks there were bodies, headless, skinned bodies. A lot of them had limbs missing, but Dib soon figured out where they had gone.
Over in the corner was a grinding machine, a bit old fashioned, it would seem perfectly normal except for half of a human arm in the works. Others limbs were piled on a table near the grinder and one had the remains of a black sleeve, something a robber would wear.
The heads of the bodies were all in rows on the shelves, most of them wrapped in plastic. Dib let out a small whine as he recognized the customer that had asked for a bathroom up there with the rest.
Aside from the corner with the grinder (which had blood splatters all over the wall) the room was surprisingly clean.
"I told you it was dangerous back here, I'm disappointed in you." The voice behind him made Dibs' blood run cold, he was in deep shit to put it mildly. He turned around and looked up at Sergio who was glaring at him. He had the fresh dead body of a young girl and he drop it onto the floor with a sickening thud.
"B-Boss...I...I'm sorry...." Dib began to sweat and look for a way out, there was none. Sergio shook his head.
"Boss is so formal..." He said as he picked up one of the carving knives off a rack by the door. "Looks like there'll be a new special today."
Ding ding. The bell rang as a young purple haired girl came in, playing a Gameslave. She walked up to the counter and looked up at the near-silver- haired clerk.
"Is Dib here? Dad wants him home, he's not supposed to be working so late."
"I'll send him home as soon as he finishes up cleaning."
"Alright..." Gaz paused, it wasn't like her dad was going to make dinner, and she had some money. So she decided to get something. She looked at the list of foods, under the specials.
"Uhm...give me three orders of IkilledDibandmadehimintofood sandwiches." (A/N: I couldn't think of anything else!)
Gaz got her food and left the store, already starting in on her sandwich. "Mm.tastes like chicken."
THE END0R!
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Dib stood under the water in his shower, letting the liquidy drops hit his face and run down his body. He sighed, not wanting to go in to work today.
"Heh..." He smirked, "It's only been one day and already I'm sick of it. Oh well, at least the pay is...moderate."
He shut the water off and shook his head back and forth. He grabbed a towel from the rack near the shower and wrapped it around his waist.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a brush off the counter near the sink, running it through his hair.
"Ya ya ya ya ya oo ra ra ra..." He sang softly, He'd had that theme from that little cartoon in his head all morning, and quite frankly, it was making him sick.
Shaking his hips to the tune of it, he brushed his teeth and finished getting ready. He had woken up early for some reason so he had another half another to get to work.
At the thought of work, he found his mind turning back to Sergio, his boss. What a weirdo. "Some peoples' kids..." Dib sighed as he stretched, reaching his hands up to the ceiling. "At least I can take my time getting to work today...I could probably show up late and he wouldn't even know."
He left the bathroom, made his bed and then exited his room as well. He slid down the railing and landed in the kitchen. Dib was met with a small surprise as he saw Gaz sitting at the table, playing her Gameslave and sipping orange juice every now and then.
"What are you doing up so early...?" He asked, extremely puzzled.
She simply pointed to a piece of white fabric on the table. Dib picked it up and it unfolded, revealing itself to be his work apron. But...something was missing...
"The blood...what happened to it? Did you get all those stains out for me?"
She nodded and stood up, walking upstais with her eyes on the Gameslave the whole time.
"Thanks!" He shouted up to her, then more quietly, "Sometimes I just don't get her..."
Wrapping and tieing the apron around his waist, he opened the door and took a deep breath. The fresh air filled his lungs and he smiled up at the still dark sky, "Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem..." And he started off for work.
He got there about ten minutes before six and waltzed on inside because, as he expected, the door was unlocked. Since there weren't any customers just yet, he decided to go back and clean up that room. He opened the door and frowned, it seemed worse than what it had been like the first time he saw it, which was only yesterday! The dirt seemed dirtier, the slime seemed slimier. Dib rolled his eyes and began to clean up all the rat poison.
Then his eyes caught a radio sitting on the desk across the room, "Might as well have some music." He thought as he turned it on to his favorite station. A song was just ending when an announcer came on with the news.
"Two parents in the New York area," The reported started, "were accused of nearly starving to death their infant daughter by putting her on their own strict diet were found guilty of assault, reckless endangerment and endangering the welfare of a child."
"Some people..." Dib said as he shook his head, uprighting another bag.
"In local news, a robber was seen going into a store in the downtown area, and seemed to never come out. The police have no leads and are assuming this man to be a mastermind. The store has asked not to be named."
"Strange." Suddenly over the radio he heard the main door opening. "Customer again." He thought, but when he left the backroom he saw it was only a deliveryman with a roller with sacks of ice blocks on it.
"Delivery. Will you sign for this?" He asked.
"Uh...sure." Dib took a pen off the main counter and signed his name, then stared at the ice for the freezer with a bit of worry as the boy took the cart away.
Sergio had told him never to go in the freezer...but the ice would surely melt if he came in late again like yesterday.
"What else is there to do? I can't just let it melt. And I'll be fine, it can't be that dangerous." He picked up a sack of ice and carried it with both arms because they were so heavy. Shifting it momentarily to one hand he opened the freezer door and stepped inside.
His ears didn't register then large crash of ice hitting steel and bone, nor did his feet register the pain as the ice he had dropped landed on his feet, breaking several toes.
The only thing he noticed was the scene in front of him. He had expected a normal freezer, meat slabs hanging from hooks and shelves of different cuts. He got the general thing, but instead of beef and pork hanging from the hooks there were bodies, headless, skinned bodies. A lot of them had limbs missing, but Dib soon figured out where they had gone.
Over in the corner was a grinding machine, a bit old fashioned, it would seem perfectly normal except for half of a human arm in the works. Others limbs were piled on a table near the grinder and one had the remains of a black sleeve, something a robber would wear.
The heads of the bodies were all in rows on the shelves, most of them wrapped in plastic. Dib let out a small whine as he recognized the customer that had asked for a bathroom up there with the rest.
Aside from the corner with the grinder (which had blood splatters all over the wall) the room was surprisingly clean.
"I told you it was dangerous back here, I'm disappointed in you." The voice behind him made Dibs' blood run cold, he was in deep shit to put it mildly. He turned around and looked up at Sergio who was glaring at him. He had the fresh dead body of a young girl and he drop it onto the floor with a sickening thud.
"B-Boss...I...I'm sorry...." Dib began to sweat and look for a way out, there was none. Sergio shook his head.
"Boss is so formal..." He said as he picked up one of the carving knives off a rack by the door. "Looks like there'll be a new special today."
Ding ding. The bell rang as a young purple haired girl came in, playing a Gameslave. She walked up to the counter and looked up at the near-silver- haired clerk.
"Is Dib here? Dad wants him home, he's not supposed to be working so late."
"I'll send him home as soon as he finishes up cleaning."
"Alright..." Gaz paused, it wasn't like her dad was going to make dinner, and she had some money. So she decided to get something. She looked at the list of foods, under the specials.
"Uhm...give me three orders of IkilledDibandmadehimintofood sandwiches." (A/N: I couldn't think of anything else!)
Gaz got her food and left the store, already starting in on her sandwich. "Mm.tastes like chicken."
THE END0R!