Mooby's shenanigans (WIP)

➴➵➶first day in hell

Wendy's? No. Pizza hut? No. McDonald's? No again. Magnus wasn't going to be working at any of these relatively normal fast food places; He was on his way to Mooby's.

Since moving to Jersey from Stockholm, Magnus was job hunting like crazy. You can't really live in America without at least a minimum wage job, but even with one of those life is still hard to live. Magnus had applied for so many jobs, and the only place that ever got back to him was Mooby's; Magnus hadn't even heard of the place until now.

Magnus figured the only reason he was hired was because of shortage of staff, makes sense though; what the fuck even is a Mooby's.

To be completely fair; Magnus thought the drive to his new niche job was pleasant. He liked watching people. He liked to look at who was going past him as he drove, wondering about their lives; it was a busy area full of people; maybe not particularly at 7am but still great for Magnus' people watching habits.
He usually only checked out men while he was out though; for possibly obvious reasons.
 
Magnus was well ahead of time so he was in no rush to scope out the building his minimum wage job would be held in, but eventually he did come across the building, he couldn't just drive past it.
Pulling into the parking lot the young man spotted a dusty gold colored car with a bent and bruised hood,

"Must be a coworker" he mumbled to himself as he unbuckled his seat belt and carelessly threw it to the side.

Magnus made his way through the parking lot and opened the already unlocked glass doors of the colorful building. Awkwardly shuffling into the building wearing his unironed Mooby's uniform that he had been sent a week prior, Magnus took in his surroundings.

He had never been in a Mooby's, mainly because it was an American thing. A New Jersey thing. The interior was saturated in shades of purple, yellow & brown. A large 'Mooby' statue in the corner holding a screen which Magnus assumed was for kids to play games on. Checkered floors, bright colors, a cute mascot; definitely aimed towards children.

Magnus definitely isn't the kind of guy you'd see working at a kids restaurant; 6'6 in stature and bulky, long curly locs of hair covering most of his heavily pierced face, goatee, spiked bracelets, resting bitch face....seemed more like a guy you'd see on a pro wrestling program.....not fucking Mooby's, he'll run the kids off. But he needed a job.

Continuing his scan, Magnus looked towards the back where the kitchen was and there was a heavy set guy with dark hair looking back at him.

"Uh are you new...?" the man said, still looking at magnus quizzically.

"Erm..yea. First day" Magnus let out with his husky quiet voice.

"Oh. Well it's just me and Randal right now, he's in the back probably doing something stupid. Yell if you need something, we're trying to get set up. Feel free to help." The dark haired man said in a sigh; he was obviously in a rush and didn't feel like helping out a newbie.

Magnus just nodded and let out a long airy breath. He had worked in fast food before, this was nothing new to him; the only new things in the building were probably the employees.

Walking behind the beige counters Magnus noticed a nice plaque on the wall with the words "employee of the month"; the boy in the picture looked younger, and had a really stupid smile on his face. Like he wasn't ready to take the picture; underneath on a small golden rectangle, the name *Elias* was ingraved.

Magnus sat there and took in the features of the boy in the picture, he had nothing else to do. The boys chubby face and messy long hair made him look youthful and bubbly. A paper cutout was slapped on next to the boys picture; a word bubble saying "I eat cock". Crude.

The kitchen was standard, looked like every other fast food kitchen ever. In the back corner there sat on a collapsible chair was a slimmer middle aged man with blondish-red straight hair, sporting a dark red snap back.
The man looked up from the raunchy magazine he was reading and cocked up one of his eyebrows,

"Hello? The fuck are you doing just starring at me dude." He said snarkily.

"Sorry," Magnus replied, internally rolling his eyes, "I'm Magnus; I'm new."

The sitting man just looked at Magnus and let out a, "Randal." bluntly, "Weird ass name" he added under his breath, almost inaudible.

With a half assed smile and a nod Magnus just turned around and walked into the break room, finally punching in his card.
Also in the break room was the heavy set man that Magnus ran into when he first walked into the restaurant; They made eye contact for a split second as Magnus put his card into the puncher.

 "Hey," Magnus said, averting his eyes and looking at the door, "I'm Magnus by the way, forgot to tell you."

Magnus couldn't see but the older man chuckled and said, "Dante. Nice to meet you Magnus."

Around fifthteen minutes later, Magnus was already up at the front taking orders; watching the few patrons peppered around the building, enjoying their mediocre fast food.

In the time Magnus was working at the front counter, other coworkers sprinkled in, punched in and lessened the work load for the three employees who had been working all morning.

Overtime the condiment packets under the front counter had decreased in amount; Magnus sighed and asked Randal to swap places with him so he could get the condiment situation in order.

Walking past a particularly dirty prep station table, Magnus felt his right foot lose balance and his eyes widened.

  First is right foot

  Then the left foot

Then Magnus was on his ass,
confused on what had just happened.

"Oh my goodness!" He heard a whiney voice almost yell; not even looking up, the voice continued "I'm so sorry!"

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