You huffed, blowing a piece of hair from your face. Your regular customers were off in the battlefield games—or, Super Smash Bros Ultimate. You never made the cut into the game, which disappointed you at first. But, as time went on, you learned to accept it.

People from many games came flicking to your ramen shop. Bowser’s minions, the people of Hyrule, cute little squishy things from Dreamland, Pokémon and their trainers, and even more. Main characters, side characters, and enemies were all served by you. Enemies never attacked you. They were always kind enough to not try and hurt you and your little ramen shop.

You were wiping off the counters, waiting for someone to come out their games so you could serve them. The occasional reject opened their own store, but yours was always flocked to. You supposed people were busy in their games today.