You hated this job, but it was the only one you could find at the time. The local movie theatre, Cheap Flicks, had been your job for the last year; other than the free movies, there really was no perk to this job. You have people yelling at you for their popcorn being to salty or how your theatre didnt take visa or credit cards.
You've tried getting another job, but no one would hire you at the time.
It had been a slow day today, just as Wendsday's usual were. It was 6pm and you've only had 20 guests today!
You leaned up against the counter, your eyes closed as you tried to rid yourself of the current headache plaguing your body.
The popcorn machine popped infront of you, the smell was a truly amazing mix of butter and salts!
The heat seemed to make your head feel better.
One of your co-workers, Aileen, patted you on the back gently, her voice almost sing-song like as she spoke "Look alive, soldier. A van and 3 trailblazers just pulled up, we're gunna have company!"
You sigh in anguish, why you? Why cant you just escape this nightmarish hell?
Your headache screamed to life suddenly, the counter being your only relief as you gained yourself once more.
A slight breeze hummed past you and POOF, your headache seeming to dissapear.
You blink your eyes, trying to see what was going on, but you find yourself blinded!
There are many colorful, giant objects around you and an overwhelming aroma fills your senses.
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