I wake up, lying in a pool of sweat. Perhaps I had a nightmare so scary I didn't even remember it. Eh, no matter. Nightmares don't matter when it's morning. I fold up my work apron in my claws and head off down the stairs. I walk down the three flights to find the two Goodras laying on the desk, asleep. I leave a 20 on the desk and head out the door.

I follow my tracks from yesterday and walk to the butcher shop. I try to open the door, but it is locked. I guess the manager hasn't waked up yet. I slump down against the wall and watch the bright, orange sky bloom all around town.

A few minutes later, a Scrafty shows up, smiles at me, and opens the door. "I'm surprised to see ye here early." "I guess I didn't have much of a reason to sleep in." "Kay, well get on out to the back and chop up the meat." "Right on it." I slip my apron on and head into the back room. I slap a big horse leg on the table and begin to slice it up. I tear the spare bone and skin off of it, cleanse it under a tap, strip it down one more time, then wrap it in a sheet of butcher paper and hand it to the Scrafty. I begin to cut up the other horse leg, when I see a big lump on it. If I was smart, I would have put something over the lump before poking at it, but that wasn't the case. I immediately stuck my scythe into it, and a huge amount of blood sprays out of it all over my body.

It makes a rather big sound too. Soon after, the Scrafty comes marching in saying: "What was thaaa...wwWOOOAAAH!" "Sorry, I didn't think too well." "Ah, forget it lad. It happens a lot here. Stil, this has got to be the biggest red nuke I've seen." "Red Nuke?" I say in confusion. "When a big pimple gets very old so when it pops, it sprays blood everywhere." "Ah, right." There's a shower behind the building, go get ye'self cleaned up. Ya look like a homicidal Genesect." He says letting out a deep laugh. "Gee, thanks, be back in a bit."

I wash my apron under the tap and head out the back. Even wearing my apron, some blood still dripped down my body. The shower behind the shop like he described, wasn't like what I had pictured. It was just a nozzle, and two buttons, all out in the open. Anyone could see me bathing, but I'd rather that than serve meat dressed as a serial killer.

I push the button marked "HOT" and stand under the nozzle as gallons of hot water sprays out of it all around my body. It take five or so minutes washing the blood off of me before I seem clean enough. The nozzle turns off as I head back to the kitchen with my apron, when I am UN-expectedly greeted by three familiar faces.

"Hi Marvin!" "Lucy, Tom? What are you doing here?" "Emily told us yesterday that you got a job, so we'd thought we'd stop by. We need meat for sandwiches anyway." "Cool." "Well then miss, what can I get ye?" The Scrafty asks Lucy.

"I thought you said we'd be going to the market in town, not the butcher!" Tom wails like a whiny bitch. "Tom we always go here, what's got your dick in a knot? Oh, just a pound of ham please." She says to Tom then replies to the Scrafty. "It's just...him." "Oh don't tell me you still think I'm cheating on you." "Why else would we come to the butcher on this day?" "Because we always go here!" She shouts rather loud as silence falls throughout the room.

"Um, here's your meat Ma'am." "Sorry, It's just that Mr. Whiner over here..." She says pointing at Tom. "...is over protective that he thinks that I am cheating on him with Marvin." "With Marvin? Oh yeah, that's a laugh." A different voice says coming in the door.

All faces in the room turn around, yet only three of the four recognise the fifth. "What took you so long?" Lucy asks the familiar fire-type. "I was returning the books I borrowed yesterday. So Marvin, how is your new job going?" "Great! Yeah it's going great...um." "Oh yeah, I haven't properly introduced myself, I'm Emily." She says exchanging a handshake with me.

"Okay we went here, had a chat, bought the meat, now let's go." Tom shouts chucking a handful of money onto the counter, grabbing Lucy and the meat and storming out of the door. A slap and a swear in the face is what Tom got soon after.

"Surely he can't be this bad." "Oh trust me, you haven't seen the worst of him. She seriously need to dump him." "I concur." The Scrafty joins in. "She needs a better guy, no scratch that, ANY guy rather than Tom. You could be it even." She says to me. "W-What? N-no no I should just stay away from her she doesn't love me." Did I just say that? You fucking idiot.

"I meant it...as an example." Emily says looking confused at me. "Imma give you two some privacy." The Scrafty says walking out of the room with a smug look on his face. "You have a crush on her!" "What? N-no way, it's only been three days, I couldn't have a crush on her this early! It's probably not even love." Okay, I need to just shut up right now.

"Yeah, but it's like when a guy says damn at a girl's ass. He meant it as a casual boy stereotype, but he actually likes her a bit." "You think that's what it is?" "Probably. Tom doesn't like you so he will want you to stay away, but that doesn't restrict us from hanging out." "What do you have in mind?" "I'm gonna help you hook you up with her!"

"WHAT? No! That's cheating! I can't just steal Tom's girl! Even if he is an asshole I can't just go a..." "Oh come on! You'd be perfect for her! True, a butcher for a job isn't too attractive, but you'd be great either way!" "I...I can't, I don't know." "Think about it, I'll come back tomorrow, bye!" Emily says walking away with Lucy and Tom. "So, how'd it go?" "I don't know, but I think I am now officially Mr. Steal yo Girl." "Geez, good luck with that!"