'Just 10 more minutes before I can clock out.' A young teen with black hair and dark grey eyes, watched his well… watch, slowly turning. His eyes beneath his glasses looked bored, as there was nothing to do other than serving customers who came in from time to time to buy some dust.
'I wanna go home.' Feeling a bit tired, the teen yawned before plopping his head on top of the counter. 'With all the robberies that's been happening lately, I wonder why the owner still hasn't closed up shop this late at night?'
Then he heard the door click open. Perhaps being too lazy to greet the newly arrived customer properly, he forgot to lift his head and just said his routinely practiced voicelines. "Welcome to From Dust till Dawn. You can look around the store. If you want help with anything, you know where to find me."
At most, only one arm of his moved during his short monologue, which pointed at the back where most of the goods are. The said customer didn't give a reply, only light footsteps that went towards the magazine section of the shop. 'Not much of a talker, huh? Well, it's not like I have a problem with them.'
'So like, what would you do when you suddenly got thrown into Remnant with OP abilities with no prior knowledge of why?' Sinking himself into his inner monologue, he continues. 'Well, nothing much really. Other than surviving with a boring old job and continuing to live a normal life like my previous one, well, now semi-normal because of these abilities I gained on a gold platter with no work whatsoever.'
Letting out a tired sigh, the teen resumed, while playing around with a coin that danced around his fingers. 'There's also the fact that my being here is a "variable" that fate doesn't quite like, so it'll probably try to find a way to get rid of me whenever I try to defy its will. Like, for example, when I showed off my powers to some villagers outside of Vale and rescued them from those strange creatures of Grimm. A knock-off Skyrim dragon spawned out of nowhere and blasted me with its classic move, and of course, it wasn't much for me to deal with thanks to me being God's favorite.'
The coin he'd been rolling on his fingers accidentally fell from his hands and onto the countertop. He looked at his watch, still 3 minutes away before he could leave his shift. 'Anyways, long story short. I gained some fame for myself, moved here in Vale with the intention to live a quiet life, work, and remain in the background of history, and pray that no abnormal disaster will strike after I go into hiding.'
Reaching down, he accessed a hidden mini fridge below the counter that he managed to sneak in while his employer was looking the other way, and grabbed a cold drink. Just as his head returned over the counter, the door swung open, and what came in was multiple gentlemen with visible bad vibes that hung over them.
The man with orange hair and a white coat led the others to his counter, cigar in hand. The teen merely watched without interest, and said his usual greetings. "Welcome to From Dust till Dawn. You can look around the store. If you want help with anything, you know where to find me." After finishing, he broke eye contact with the newcomer and focused his gaze on his soda can that he was about to open. Sadly, a gun was pointed at his face, making him look back at the rude customers.
"I do want help with something." said the ginger, flicking his cigar. One of the men brought out a case. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop this late at night?" His confident tone was prominent. Signaling his men, "Grab the Dust." They took out several cylinders and approached the tube containers on the walls and began taking Dust. The teen held at gunpoint looked unimpressed; there was no fear in his eyes, just indifference. One of the henchmen took out another open case on the display. "Crystals. Burn. Uncut." The leader ordered.
"Will it be cash or credit?" The teen asked, while proceeding to place dust into the case. Amused, Roman playfully replied. "Sadly I don't have much cash on me right now." He said mocking a disappointed tone. "But I could spare your life in exchange for giving me these Dusts for free." The teen merely gave a deadpanned look.
Before a henchman flew past them and crashed into the shelves. The teen sighed as he looked at his watch '1 minute before clock-out... I guess the store is still my responsibility during this time…' He thought, just as another henchman was about to crash through the window with a small red girl.
*SNAP*
Ruby and Roman Torchwick, along with his men, found themselves outside the Dust shop. 'What happened?' They all thought the same. But soon refocused and began their bout, all the while Roman turned his gaze back to the shop and began questioning what had just happened.
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Meanwhile, inside the Dust shop. The black haired teen yawned as he watched through the windows. Opening the can of soda that he's been trying to open since those thieves arrived. As he drank, the Red Riding Hood dispatched the goons with ease. It was only after she decided to chase after the orange-haired thief that he finally remembered the mess that he needed to clean up before he ended his shift.
'Ugh,' groaning, he quickly went to get the cleaning tools in the staff room. 'I hate overtime.' He returned with a broom in hand and began sweeping the floor clean. Arranging the goods; separating them into damaged and undamaged, organizing them in their proper spot, and finally placing the damaged ones at the back. There's also the Dust that they nearly stole, which needs to be put back in its place.
It was then that he heard an explosion coming from what he guess was from a rooftop. 'First gunshots, now this?' He complained inwardly as he continued to clean up the mess that was still on the floor. Not long after he finished with the cleaning, and was ready to clock out, the owner of the dust shop appeared with a worried look plastered on his face.
"Boy!" Grabbing my shoulders, he continued. "They didn't hurt you did they!?" His voice was laced with worry, which made it hard not to just dismiss.
"I'm okay, boss." The teen reassured, "If anything, the best they ever did was threaten me with a gun." He finished jokingly, wanting to lighten up the situation. But his employer didn't budge and began nagging him for no reason whatsoever, saying something about complying with their demands quietly so he could avoid getting shot point-blank.
It was then that some officers approached him with the intention of having him answer some of their questions at the station. The teen stared blankly at the approaching figures, thinking of only one thing in mind. '…I guess, IT picked up that I used my powers, now it's sending misfortunes on my way.' He took a sigh as he got on a vehicle that was heading towards the police nest. 'Let's get this over with, I really want to go home right now.'
(To be continued)
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