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Started by Dog Food, September 06, 2010, 07:19:28 PM

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SkyMyl

Quote from: Silverhawk79 on September 20, 2010, 05:21:18 PM
I'm dying to hear why I refuse to come out.
D:
[spoiler]It turns out you were fapping to preggo porn with your headphones on.[/spoiler]

Magnum

Yeah Silver, come out of the closet... I mean office.

Oh Vesperia, never change... never change

Silverhawk79

Quote from: SkyMyl on September 20, 2010, 05:22:36 PM
[spoiler]It turns out you were fapping to preggo porn with your headphones on.[/spoiler]

Dog Food

Quote from: SkyMyl on September 20, 2010, 03:14:39 PM
Dream sequence confused me for a moment there, when I first read it. Who knew that there would be so much mystery in a retelling of NSF where it's portrayed as a pancake joint?

...yet, I can't help but find it a bit scary that the way I'm portrayed is pretty much spot on.
Yes, the dream sequence was meant to be confusing. And I'm glad you think I've got your character down. That helps with my writing characters confidence.

Quote from: Mace on September 20, 2010, 04:08:55 PM
what a meanie am I :'(
You've always got Silver's back. Sometimes that means being an ass to the revolting employees.

Quote from: Silverhawk79 on September 20, 2010, 05:21:18 PM
I'm dying to hear why I refuse to come out.
D:
You'll be in the next chapter. As for why you refuse to come out... I don't know, guess you'll have to wait and see what happens.
I get obsessively manic over things. It's a problem.

Magnum

I'm expecting a new chapter ASAP plox

Oh Vesperia, never change... never change

Dog Food

Quote from: Magnum on September 24, 2010, 10:30:25 PM
I'm expecting a new chapter ASAP plox
Your wish is my command:

Chapter Five - Trust your Instincts

[spoiler]I knocked once.

Twice...

Thrice...

"Come in."

Silver's office wasn't big. It consisted of a desk, some chairs, and a few decorative plants (most of which were losing color). The pride and joy of Silver's office was his awards. On the wall behind his desk, shining in silver frames, were different certificates. "Best Pancakes - 2012", "SHOP Employee of the Month - September 2012", and "MOO Winner Award 2013". I noticed that there were no awards after Judas' interference with the pancake shack.

Beneath the awards was Silver. He didn't look up when I entered. He looked pale and tired, writing something hastily.

"Silver?"

Still no response. I wondered if he had heard me. But just as I was forming the vowels to speak again, he spoke in a hoarse, unused voice. "Where is Mack?"

"Mack?" I was dumbfounded by the way Silver was acting. He still hadn't looked up and he was looking rather sick. It took me a moment to recover. "Um, I'm not sure... Probably in his office?"

"Find him and bring him here."

"O-Okay." Silver looked so serious and weak that I didn't even think to question him. My brain didn't have time to process this new, strange Silver. So I left his office without another word, hoping to clear my head on my way to find Mack the Manager.

Mack the Manger's office was on the other side of the kitchen. By the time I left Silver's, the place was empty. It was way past closing, everyone else had gone home. I glanced to my left, where the packaging room was, and wondered if Skye and that mysterious voice were still around.

That voice... I had never heard anyone like it before. It was definitely a man's voice, that much I could ascertain. But what did he want, and why was he talking to Skye? He wanted Skye to do something, go somewhere, or else everyone would die? I couldn't understand it. But that look on Skye's face... Something was definitely up.

Mack the Manager's door. The last time I had been there... He hadn't fired me. I was grateful, but confused. He should have fired me. What I did was inexcusable. So why was I still around?

I knocked once.

Twice...

The door opened. I jumped back. Mack the Manager stood in the doorway.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Hi, Mack," I replied. "Silver-"

"Wants to see me, yes," Mack the Manager finished. "Let's go."

He began walking. I didn't move. 'Let's go'? He wanted me there, too? There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Mack the Manager hadn't fired me, but I had a feeling that Silver disagreed with his manager's judgment...

I followed weakly. This was it. I was about to be fired. Over a year I spent working at Silver's House of Pancakes. Over a year I found myself there, with most of my memories surrounding the good 'ol pancake shack. And now... Now where would I go? Home is where the heart is. The question is, where did my heart belong?

Here, I thought, a grimace on my face. This is where I want to be. Please don't make me go away this is where I belong. I make enough money to survive, I've made good friends, how can you think to take all of this away from me? How could you? How could you? This is my home...

It's true what they say, you never realize how important something is to you until it's gone.

I never realized how much I loved my life until I lost it all.

And this was the start of it... Right here is where I lost it all.

Looking back on this moment now... Yes, this was the end of it all. I made one fatal mistake, and it would prove be the end of me.

Silver's door creaked open. Mack the Manager ushered me into a seat. I sat. Silver was sitting behind his desk, just finishing up writing something on a piece of paper. He finally looked up.

And I saw that his eyes were glistening with tears.

"You've worked here for one year and three months now," Silver began, his voice uneven.

No one spoke for a while. I realized it wasn't a rhetorical question and nodded.

"You've been a waitress for three hundred and forty days of that time," Mack the Manager continued.

"Yes sir. I was a hostess for the first few months," I explained, although they already knew that.

"You've been a waitress for quite a long time," Mack the Manager said. "You don't believe you deserve a promotion?"

"I... what?" I stopped and looked back and forth between the two of them. "Pro...motion?"

"Yes, that is what I said."

"I thought you wanted to fire me," I whispered, glancing at Silver, then looking down.

"I hate firing people," Silver said. "That's Mack's job." He seemed to have gained his composure. His voice was light and a smile was on his face. I began to wonder if I imagined Silver's solemn expressions and teary eyes? My own fear manifested itself in my imagination, causing Silver to appear the way I felt. A defense mechanism... Projection.

"So how about a promotion?" Silver asked.

"I'm... not sure," I said. "There are so many better people for the job. People who have been here much, much longer."

"True," Silver agreed. Mack the Manager gave him a sideways glance, and Silver coughed. "But," he continued, "we feel as though this job would be perfect for you."

"And you alone."

"Well, if you need me to help out, I could lend an extra hand behind-the-scenes..."

"No," Mack cut in. "We want you to work a little higher-up than just some moderation in the back room."

"I don't understand."

"We want you to stay as our waitress, if you feel like you have time for both jobs," Silver added quickly.

"But you've been sought after by a certain someone. It is in your best interest to take up the job, as it is in ours to communicate the job offer to you."

"So you're saying, by promotion, you really mean there's a better job out there that I could get?" I asked, wanting clarification.

"Exactly so," Mack the Manager replied.

"But we aren't firing you," Silver added. "We expect you to show up at 5 AM sharp for opening."

"We are just obligated to hand this form over to you. Even we do not know the details of the job. We only know that your assistance has been requested. I'm sure the form will explain things further to you." Mack took a document labeled 'CONFIDENTIAL' in large, red letters off of Silver's desk and handed it over to me.

"You can go home," Silver said, "and enjoy your night. Sorry for all this trouble after closing."

"This is a secret meeting," Mack said, a warning hidden in his words. "So please, keep it as such."

"R-Right... Thank you, Silver. Mack."

"5 AM sharp for work tomorrow," Silver called on my way out. "Don't forget!"

A confidential letter informing me of a job... A secret that even Mack the Manager and Silver had limited knowledge of... What could it be? And why did I have this nagging feeling of loneliness? Of departure? ...Of regret...?

You know what they say. You should always...[/spoiler]

Expect a short hiatus. School is starting to pick up with work and I have colleges to visit and apply to. But I won't forget about this and the chapters will keep coming whenever I can find the time to write them.
I get obsessively manic over things. It's a problem.

SkyMyl

Quote from: Poet Laureate on September 26, 2010, 07:46:59 AM
[spoiler]Here, I thought, a grimace on my face. This is where I want to be. Please don't make me go away this is where I belong. I make enough money to survive, I've made good friends, how can you think to take all of this away from me? How could you? How could you? This is my home...

It's true what they say, you never realize how important something is to you until it's gone.

I never realized how much I loved my life until I lost it all.

And this was the start of it... Right here is where I lost it all.

Looking back on this moment now... Yes, this was the end of it all. I made one fatal mistake, and it would prove be the end of me.[/spoiler]
BAD END imminent?

Dog Food

Quote from: SkyMyl on September 26, 2010, 10:56:14 AM
BAD END imminent?
Well, Joss Whedon is my [male] idol.

But I only have the outline of the entire story planned out. The picture has yet to be painted, as they say, so who knows what could become of the future? All we really know from that statement is that there seems to be some sort of imminent downfall of the titular character, assuming she is a reliable narrator. That doesn't necessarily mean a bad ending.
I get obsessively manic over things. It's a problem.

Silverhawk79

#38
The suspense is killing me.
Also it seems like I've posted that exact post after each new chapter.
also also, what on earth is a MOO Award

Magnum

Good chapter, but I noticed that there wasn't any badassness. You know, adding in that Magnum fellow would probably help with that.

:3

Oh Vesperia, never change... never change

Dog Food

Quote from: Silverhawk79 on September 27, 2010, 09:13:24 PM
The suspense is killing me.
Also it seems like I've posted that exact post after each new chapter.
also also, what on earth is a MOO Award
I knew what a MOO Award was at the time. But I wrote that a while back and now I've forgotten what the last 'O' stood for. It was "Maple Oak 'something'"... I'm guessing "Maple Oak Overall" award, as in you won 'Best Overall'. Maple Oak is a pancake/syrup company. A highly prestigious one, at that. The MOO Award is their highest honor.

Quote from: Magnum on October 01, 2010, 11:19:12 AM
Good chapter, but I noticed that there wasn't any badassness. You know, adding in that Magnum fellow would probably help with that.

:3
Oh yay, you're back. So your computer is fixed? And yes, yes, I've got something in the works that will have you in it, don't worry.

Expect a new "chapter" soon. Hopefully in the next few hours.
I get obsessively manic over things. It's a problem.

Dog Food

NSFCD'S 3RD ANNIVERSARY CHAPTER (part one)
[spoiler]"30 years... Wow... Really?"

"Yep, this placed survived for thirty long years."

"Three decades."

"10800 days."

"One third of a century."

"...Okay, I think I get it."

"In case you were wondering, yes we did have all those numbers planned out."

"Don't spoil our secrets!"

"Sh, sh! He's coming!"

"I don't hear any-"

"Shuddup!"

Darkness. Did I mention the blackness? Like emerged in a pool of murky, black paint. I couldn't tell who was talking. I wasn't even sure if my own words were escaping my lips or if they were stuck forever in limbo. Did these voices have faces, or were they bodiless words manifesting in my mind? No, I couldn't have made them up. I couldn't do math that fast.

Did that make this real? Could something nonexistent exist? In pure blackness, nothing has a place.

Blinding light. Cheers. Horns. Confetti.

Life.

"Happy anniversary, Silver!"

Noise all around. Smiles. A pat on the back to your neighbor. Shaking hands.

Silver dropped his bag and there was a crack. Broken plates, glass everywhere.

Roars of laughter. A sea of smiles.

A poster was displayed on the wall. Normally, the pancake shack's poster boy, Boar DeFanboye, was displayed as Silver's House of Pancakes' face for all the ads. But today someone photo shopped  a picture of Silver on a giant yellow piece of paper and plastered it to the wall like wallpaper. There was Silver in all his acne-filled glory, cross-eyed and smiling avidly.

"You guys... suck," Silver said, staring at the poster. Boar looked at the poster, with his abs in the shot, only with Silver's face covering his own.

"The likeness is uncanny," someone said with a grin.

Boar mixed a drink of whiskey and downed it. "No. But you do have a sexy body."

And the party began. People got into their groups, sat and talked, partied. Because the beach had been around 30 long years and Silver's House of Pancakes shared a day with NSFCD, on this day they were one and the same. It was a congratulations of sorts that they survived. They were still alive, even after all the hardships they had to face.

They were alive.

"How long you been around, package boy?" Boar asked, attempting to mingle with the "lesser men", the ones who weren't as well paid or as famous.

"Seeing as how I don't have anywhere else to go, I've been here since the beginning," Skye replied.

I walked past them with a secret smile. The loyal package boy talking with the star-status model. Who would have thought?

"You need a life."

"I guess so."

Boar walked away after refilling his whiskey, and I moved away before he noticed me and began spewing some of his great bad advice that he was so well-known for. Because if there was one thing people said about Boar, it was that he always gave bad advice and that he believed alcohol could fix any problem. I had never actually held a conversation with him, as he never visited the pancake shack except on special occasions when free whiskey was involved. Like today.

Anyway, I found myself camouflaged between two people playing a card game. It was a smart idea, because I knew Boar would never get within a few yards of anything that didn't involve alcohol, women, or tons of testosterone. And this definitely didn't involve any of those things. Magnum was playing a card game against the only person among our staff that worked the night shift. No one even knew his real name, they just called him 'Night'.

Seriously, I don't know anything about Night. In fact, this was the second time I had ever seen him before. The first... well, that's a story for another day. Anyway, his name is pretty accurate. He's about as shrouded in mystery as the very blackness that swallows the thick, night sky. A skinny, pale kid. One of those people who just looks smart, you don't even have to ask. And by his palate, I'd guess he's seen less of the sun than a vampire. Unless... No, not getting into that here. Not yet.

I stepped on one of the cards when backing up. Magnum jumped up and Night gave me a cold stare.

"Arr, matey. Avast!" Magnum shouted, pointing at me. "Yer bloody feet are the culprits in this crime!"

"Uh... What?" I asked.

Magnum grinned and pointed to the card sticking to the bottom of my shoe. "I think you stepped in gum, in plebian terms."

I tried to shake the card off, but it wouldn't budge. Finally, I lifted my shoe up and peeled the card off. Sure enough, some pink bubble gum came with it. "Ew... As sharp as always, Magnum." I handed him back the card, an embarrassed smile on my face. "Heh, heh... Here ya go. Uh, sorry."

"Eh, wasn't mine anyway," Magnum said with a shrug. He flicked the card at Night. With his piercing, unblinking eyes, he stared at me. Magnum leaned in close and whispered, "Now you've gone and done it. You'll have to face his wrath." Then he leaned back and shouted, "Witch! Witch! Burn her at the stake! She be a witch!" Night nodded solemnly, then turned back to his game.

I raised my eyes at Magnum. Then shook my head. "You guys are... weird."

"Thanks," Magnum said genuinely. "Wouldn't it be boring to be anything otherwise?" I smiled back, maybe sharing that sentiment... maybe slightly.

"Whatever floats your boat." And I left them to their game, afraid of Night's glowering eyes.

I noticed Silver, Mack the Manager, and the pancake shack's super, Celio (although people liked to call him Super affectionately, or Super Celio, and he endorsed it) talking together at one side of the room.

Super was another person that wasn't seen often. He had a lot of money (there were rumors that he made $1,122,329 a year - I know, pretty specific sum for a rumor...) and was said to have built the pancake shack with his own two hands. Although only rumors surround this character. I can't be sure of what he's actually done or when he's lying. In fact, the only thing I know for sure about Super is that he has an older brother that is a lot like him. Or, I should say, Super is a lot like his older brother. Following in the footsteps, as they say. But I know even less about Super's older brother, only that more wild rumors follow him. And that he's the most hated and most beloved and respected person that ever had anything to do with Silver's House of Pancakes.

Anyway, I decided to leave the staff to their own little conversation. They were probably reminiscing about the good old days, something I would know little about. As I turned to find a new conversation to join in on, I found Rob. He was running around the room, spreading something. And knowing Rob, that meant drama was afoot. I decided to head his way. It's shameful, but it seems humans are attracted to bad news like moths to the light.

"What's up, Rob?" I said, approaching him.

"Check this out," he said, glancing around to make sure we were alone before shoving his phone into my face.

"What?" I asked.

"Read it!" he urged me, shaking the phone in his hand. I grabbed his phone from him to stop him from shaking it and read the text that was on it. It read:

'Guess who? Happy birthday to your little breakfast club. We might... crash in, if we're that bored.'

I handed Rob back his phone and said, "Who's that from?"

"Guess."

"Scribble? Custom? Sync?"

"And Syd."

"All four of them?"

"Yep. They're coming here."

"What does this look like, The Wedding Crashers?"

"If they're coming, expect it to be a little less... harmless fun."

"Because pancakes are serious business?"

"Exactly."

"Oh boy..."[/spoiler]

Yes, it's a little late. I was supposed to finish it by the end of September, but I got busy. Anyway, thought I'd join in on the celebrations with a filler chapter dedicated to NSFCD's 3rd anniversary. A part two may be added eventually, if you guys want it.

And to go with this filler, I thought I'd reveal another thing I'm working on: Filler chapters focused on characters other than the narrator. Once in a while, if I need a break from the usual plot line, I want to write side stories that follow the lives of some of the other pancake shack staff. So if you have opinions on characters you'd like to see get their own chapter, go ahead and throw out ideas.
I get obsessively manic over things. It's a problem.

Magnum

Jesus, you don't know how scared I was of that chapter. You knew me WAY to well. Ask anyone I know, that is exactly something I would do 0_o

Also, I do want part two so I can see what these guys are up to.

Oh Vesperia, never change... never change

SkyMyl

I giggled once I read Custom and Sync after Scribble.

Also, we need to get Bored to read that so we can see how accurate your portrayal of him is.

Macawmoses

I ban certain people from eating pancakes :|