the udon truck opens

You almost fall out of the fucking truck opening it.

SIGH.

You were SUPPOSED to be playing SBURB with your friends today, but the disks were literally unreadable. You couldn't salvage anything on them.

Now you're running some schmuck's UDON truck, trying to make ends meet after you quit your job incase you died.

You barely make the old minimum wage.

a group of 45 show up

You double take.

Your jaw hung open at the guy at the front of the group.

You took your glasses off and rubbed your eyes

You turn on the boiler.

the gang cracks their knuckles. It sends a shiver down Ron's spine

Eventually, you start plating the UDON.

You've gotten decent at it.

cold.

You shoot ISAAC a look.

You mouth the words "what the actual fuck"

you go back to eating

You almost set the final bowl down

alright then

The cigarette in your pocket begins mangling itsself. Without making a mess, it had already scrambled itsself like a RUBIX CUBE.

The bits it split into start clipping into eachother. You can feel it happening in your hand.

You flick the mangled "CIGARETTE" away. It looks like a weird, fucked up mass of paper and dry leaves.

It's no longer a cigarette.

they all leave, as the 5 of you head to #outskirts

You flip the hood of the jacket up. Your eye is dimly radiating light like an old glow stick. It's hardly noticable unless you're looking hard.