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Today was going to be a good day, at least Tommy thought so. He had woken up before his alarm for once and had gotten changed fairly quickly, (despite his leg still being stuck in a stupid cast) since all items were finally clean at the same time for once. His platonic husband, Purpled, however, is much less of a morning person and comes into the kitchen almost half an hour later to eat breakfast.
After he finished his morning prayers to the Blood God, the biggest man there is (aside from himself, obviously), Tommy said goodbye to his roommate, and hobbled down to the ground floor of the building with his crutches.
While he might not technically be old enough to own an entire apartment building or run a diner, he’d say he’s doing a pretty good job of it. (Even though the building is a front, it's none of his business as to what kind of bullshit happens in the apartments above.)
As Tommy started up the coffee machines and heated the flat grill top, he wondered what he could have done to please the gods to get such a good day as today. The Chorus tells him “not to look a gift horse in the mouth”, whatever that means. But whatever, it's a nice day out.
The sun is shining, none of the ingredients had gone bad or gotten moldy overnight, and Quackity, (his legal guardian and technically his boss) who was working the afternoon shift yesterday, hadn’t left any messes when he cleaned up from yesterday. Tommy finishes putting away the pastries, then he slips on his apron and flicks the sign on the door to open.
Not even five minutes after that, as he goes behind the counter to brew the first batch of coffee for the day, two people suddenly come rushing into the diner, nearly comically falling flat onto their faces onto the carpets. They had to take a second to untangle themselves, muttering incomprehensively under their breaths at each other.
Tommy decided to take some pity on them, as it seemed they’d just keep bickering forever if he didn't.
“Are either of you gonna order or are you just gonna lay there?”
The two of them froze suddenly, clearly not expecting to be suddenly addressed.
The shorter one with curved, almost goat-like horns, shot up first, leaning slightly over the counter to shove his finger accusingly in Tommy’s face, which Tommy had only narrowly avoided due to Choruses sudden screeching, telling him to quickly lean back, narrowly avoiding getting poked in the eye.
“Who are you?!” Goat Horns demanded, looking angry for some strange reason.
“First of all, back the fuck up bitch, and secondly, can’t you see my damn nametag?” Tommy snapped back, slapping his hand away. Maybe today isn’t going to be such a good day after all if this bitch is already being a dick to him.
The other one, who also had horns but looked more like an Oreo, and who was infuriatingly much taller, pulled the shorter one back.
“Bo! You can’t just invade people’s bubbles like that!”
“He’s the one invading, Boo! He’s not supposed to be back there!”
This, because of course it did, caused the two to devolve into bickering, but it gave Tommy a chance to look at them. The shorter one, who got called Bo by the tall one, was a ram or sheep hybrid of some kind by the looks of it and was wearing a black and yellow tee shirt with overalls on top, as well as a fluffy-looking winter coat wrapped around his waist, which would have been way too warm on a day like this.
The stupidly taller one, called Boo by Bo (?), looked like some kind of ender hybrid if Tommy had to guess-
lol making assumptions
—— couldnt be me
———— dont you know? assuming makes an ass of a girl named Ume
‘what the hell are you lot even talking about’ Tommy quickly shot back, shaking his head slightly.
Anyways, the stupidly tall, ender hybrid-looking guy was wearing much more weather-appropriate clothes, as they were wearing a black tank top and plain jeans, with a green and red windbreaker wrapped around their waist.
The two of them were still bickering, when suddenly the door opened with a jingle from the bell above, and finally, in walked Quackity.
The avian glanced around the room for a second, first at Tommy looking flabbergasted, just sitting behind the counter, then at the two weirdos that had fallen silent at his entrance.
The shorter weirdo suddenly whipped around and yelled out, “Q, there’s some random bitch behind the counter!” while pointing accusingly his finger at Tommy.
The diner was entirely silent for a few seconds before Quackity and Tommy both burst out laughing. After a second or two, Quackity wiped a non-existent tear from his working eye, then turned and said, still chuckling a little bit, “No kid, he works here. This is your aforementioned elusive boss, Tommy.”
“Oi! I’m not elusive!”
This caused the shorter guy to freeze and then whip around to stare at Quackity.
“Wait what? I thought you owned this place?”
“Yes and no, but mostly yes,” Quackity said with a chuckle as he walked around the counter, grabbing the apron Tommy had held out to him as he did. Slipping it over his head and turning back to face the two of them, he continued, “I own the whole building, but Tommy’s in charge of running it. Play nice!” With that, he turned around and went into the back room, presumably to put his stuff in his locker and grab a snack.
LOL get rekt bitch
—————— who even are they
— you never got their names
L —————————— L
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Oh yea, names. He needs to ask those. Tommy glanced back at the two of them. “What are your names?” The goat looking guy (?) glared at him, before straightening up and saying “And why should we tell you? You're not the boss of us, bitch.”
……
This motherfucker-
“Big Q literally just said that-”
The tall bitch spoke up then, seeming somewhat exasperated, cutting Tommy off. “I’m Ranboo,” they then gestured to their friend, “And this is Tubbo. Nice to meet you?”
Tommy looked at them for a second, and then sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands for a second, then just tossed them each an apron from underneath the counter.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too, just help me finish setting up.” He crossed his arms, pushed off the counter with his good leg, and rolled through the kitchen doors towards where Quackity disappeared to.
Tubbo and Ranboo looked at each other for a second, before Ranboo shrugged and slipped an apron over his head.
Shortly thereafter, a muffled, yet indignant screech of: “And next time get here earlier!” could be heard through the doors, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone falling off a stool, and Quackity laughing his ass off.