Jett (at the window, in her pajamas): “Yo, Omen! Can I get a McPhantom meal with a side of—wait why are you crying into the fryer again??”

Omen (emotionless, wispy): “...The potatoes... scream when they crisp.”

Neon (behind the counter, trying to clean up): “Bro we’ve talked about this. THEY’RE NOT ALIVE.”

Omen: “Then why do I feel their... despair...”

Customer #666 walks in. It's Doom Slayer. He says nothing. Just points at the menu.

Omen: “Would you like your McDoom Nuggets with or without eternal torment?”

Doom Slayer grunts once. Omen nods and vanishes in a puff of greasy void. Reappears with a tray of food AND a glowing Slayer sauce™ that melts the tray.

Phoenix (stumbles in, still charred from Hell): “YO. Omen. You got Wi-Fi?”

Omen: “Only pain.”

Phoenix: “Cool. That’s fine.”

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Raze has converted the ice cream machine into a tactical flamethrower.

Raze: “I call it: the FLAME CONE 9000!” •ᴗ•▄︻デ══━一 entire back room explodes

Manager Killjoy shows up late holding her clipboard.

Killjoy: “Omen. Clocked in 3 hours early again?”

Omen: “Time is a human illusion.”

Killjoy: “...You’re getting overtime, bro.”

A Few Moments Later...

Omen: sanding in front of a tray of cursed Happy Meal toys, A single void tear rolls down his shadowy face “They wanted a toy. I gave them... despair.”

Reyna: deep-fries a ghost

Meanwhile at Table 7: Sova: sitting across from a single McDOOM Nugget™, wearing a tie. He's holding a tiny notepad “Now... what is your biggest strength?”

Nugget: sits silently

Sova: "Hmm. A good listener. I like that.” takes a note of it