Look at you! Cold, poor, hungry! You're pathetic! Pathetic! You'll suffer… your puny, mortal life on this earth will vanquish like all the rest!
Dead! Gone! And nobody will care!
The voice continued, in a much quieter and mysterious tone.
Only your fate, will be much more gruesome!
There is nothing you can do to escape it!
It seemed to feed him its anger, making him grow tight with rage.
"ARGH! QUIET!" he screamed at last to try to get rid of the voice.
People stopped and looked at him, staring with an array of different faces.
Surprised, shocked, scared, confused, nervous, angry and some even looked at him with disgust. A rich-looking purple chipmunk wearing a luscious red raincoat frilled with golden lace glared at him. "Hmmph! This poor soul obviously has some serious issues!" she remarked in an uppity voice.
"Yeah! He should be sent to a crazyhouse!" a green beaver agreed.
All Scrappy did was stare back at them, the rage slowly dying within him.
When Scrappy finally got to his work, Burger Palace, he saw the manager, Mr Reffy, pull up in his small red station wagon. Mr Reffy was very hotheaded and cruel to Scrappy, even though he was his best worker. He Hopped out of the car and stormed towards the startled wolf. "SCRAPPY!" he boomed "Why are you LATE!" Scrappy took a step back. "Sorry sir, I was tired and woke up later then usual." Here he goes again " A bit late? A BIT LATE! You're 6 minutes late!" Mr Reffy was always fussing about little things. "Okay sir, it won't happen again.""It had better not!"
Mr Reffy stormed off towards the manager's office. That guy needs to chill out, Scrappy thought as he went into the staffroom to put on his uniform.
The rest of the day passed in a blur, and almost dreamlike. Serving customers, cooking burgers and chips, Mr Reffy yelling at him.
This isn't the best place to work, heck, I hate this place, but at least I get payed, he thought with distaste.
When he finally finished working he went to Mr Reffy to get his money. "There, all 59 dollars! Happy?" Mr Reffy said, but with a triumphant look on his face.
"What!" Scrappy burst out "but my weekly pay is 180 dollars!"
"Well, there were a few things this week that… disappointed me."
"But… but…"
"No buts about it!"
Scrappy groaned and grabbed the money, he knew that it wasn't about being late, to Mr Reffy he was just a pawn in a game of chess, being used and thought weak, so that he could be treated badly and nobody would care.
"That ASSHOLE will get what's coming to him, one day…" he murmured under his breath as he walked out the door.
"WHAT did you say!" Mr Reffy screamed from inside his office.
Scrappy walked back and stood outside the doorway. His boss looked like he was going to explode, veins popping out from his forehead and a million wrinkles crossed his face.
"I didn´t say anything!" Scrappy replied angrily.
"YES! You did!" Mr Reffy yelled, his face slowly turning purple. "Now come in!"
Unwillingly, Scrappy walked into the small, neatly arranged office.
Then the door slammed shut behind him and he heard the sound of a key locking it from the outside. He ran to the it and tried to pull it open but it wouldn't budge. "Shit!" Scrappy yelled as he turned towards the stocky bear again. "What the hell do you want from me!"
"Tell me what you said!"
"I'm telling you, I didn't say anything!"
Mr Reffy beckoned for him to move forward towards his desk.
"Come closer." He commanded in a stern voice, and he banged the desk with his fist. Scrappy instead, backed away. Mr Reffy got angrier and threw a cup of pencils at him. Scrappy ducked as the pencils hit the wall and fell to the ground.
The fuming bear rose from his chair and lunged at Scrappy, but instead of Scrappy crashing to the ground like he had wanted, the shocked wolf jumped out of the way leaving him to take the fall. Mr Reffy closed his eyes, opened them again slightly, saw Scrappy staring at him, then everything faded away to a blur and he blacked out.
Scrappy found a paperclip on the desk and, after several failures, managed to pick the lock. He ran out to where Silky and Mappy were waiting for him, out the front of Burger Palace. Mappy greeted him as he always had, jumpy and full of energy. Silky just said hi. "How was work?" she asked. "Mr Reffy ATTACKED me! And he didn't pay me all my money!" Scrappy replied angrily.
"What! He can't do that!"
"I know, but he hates me so he just makes up excuses so that he can get me in trouble, just so he can try to attack me!"
Scrappy and Silky were so caught up in their conversation that they didn't see the shadows rising up behind them.