Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Johnny hurriedly emerges from the narrow space in the bathroom created by the mess of buckets and mops and cracked tiles. He doesn't mind the dirtiness though; in fact, he prefers it. Outside, workers are busy moving huge boxes and crates in and out. The beeping of various forklifts echoes throughout the large storage room. Johnny scans the floor, opening his mouth to salvage any bits and pieces of food scraps he finds. He moves quickly here and there, seemingly with a purpose. Suddenly, it's so chilly! He must have somehow gotten into the cold room. He climbs up a crate and sees various fruits and vegetables. Ah, it makes sense that this room is refrigerated; the fruits and veggies need to stay fresh after all.

But supposedly, fresh doesn't necessarily mean clean. In front of Johnny is this huge 2-legged figure that somehow is startled by his existence. "Aaaaaaa, Oh My God!" screams the customer, "Why is there a cockroach here?!?!?". A store associate quickly arrives to the scene and fervently apologizes, "I am really sorry about the disturbance this bug has caused. Our team will look into this issue seriously." The customer angrily leaves anyways; a shopping trip ruined.

Johnny, confused by what's going on, leaves the scene, his antennae scanning the floor as usual. He senses that someone is chasing him. He hides into the darkness, but the crate blocking the light gets moved away, exposing him. He panickily rushes away, slithering into the slivers of spaces, deeper and deeper into the darkness, until sounds fade out, and it's just him, somewhere in this world, ready to emerge again.