{ CREM POV. } (requested. no ship intended, thankz!!!!11)

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Standing behind the counter, you glance around the store — not a single customer left!! Finally, you can close up for the night, head home, and rest... all while letting that trusty freezer back at home to keep blowing at you, enough to keep you cold so you don’t melt. No more shenanigans—

Until.

DING!

An elevator suddenly appears right outside your store — like it had just popped outta nowhere. How was that even possible? — Eh, whatever. Business is business. All it mattered now was that you finished their orders and earned some money off them.

The elevator doors slide opens, and the next thing you knew was a huge swarm of players rushing out and into your shop to grab whatever tokens, gas mask, artefacts and ice cream flavours you had on sale.

After a very long five minutes (that felt like an entire year actually) of serving them, the players return back into that weird elevator. The metal door slowly closes. Silence, again , at once.

You sigh in relief and start packing up for real this time, thinking that there wasn’t anyone else around but only yourself. You then turned around to wipe down the back counter with melted ice cream stained on top of them.

….

Uh-..." "...Are you guys still open?"

A quiet, low voice breaks the silence. You freeze, slightly surprised that someone was still here. You turn around — only to find a strange, guest-looking beetle creature standing there, glaring at you menacingly. Right, this day couldn’t just get any better.

You stare at each other for a good couple of seconds, standing there like some awkward weirdo. They stare back at you.

The creature folds their arms, rolling their eyes at you.

After a long and uncomfortable silence, they finally decided to speak up.

"One cookies and cream flavored ice cream, please." They mutter, their tone laced with annoyance, placing down a few coins (that they totally didn't steal from those players who entered your store earlier.)