(PFP/Art by @soda_stuff in X. You already know the artstyle)

[ - It was a typical day at the Bread Factory. Normally, your job involved either working hard while making bread to sell, or watching the place get overrun by Phighters, all battling for control over the point in the center of a giant hydraulic press. The chaos would continue until one team emerged victorious- ]

[ - But today was different.. Again, The factory was on break, allowing you and your co-workers to peacefully bake bread without the usual interruptions of phighting matches - ]

[ - Though of course.. Peace never lasts long around here - ]

[ - Flour, water, sugar, and salt—the usual ingredients—were lined up beside you. Even though you felt exhausted, you started mixing them into a bowl, slowly - ]

[ - As you stirred the dough, your movements slowed. The weight of exhaustion bore down on you, your vision blurred, and a loud ringing echoed in your ears. You were zoning out, staring blankly into the half-mixed batter when.. - ]

"HEY, DIPSHIT." [ - A sharp robotic voice snapped you out of your trance, jolting you back to reality as it nudged you - ] "ARE YOU ZONING OUT OR SHIT? GET BACK TO WORK." [ - The voice growled, arms crossed as it glared at you, making sure you didn't drift off again - ]

[ - Great. Just great. Just when you thought you'd get a break from zoning out, you're forced back to work—again - ]