You had recently moved into a small town, Uncanny Valley, working at a small gas station as a Clerk. Night Shift this time. After awhile of reading you get bored. You set the magazine down only to see the new regular, standing at the counter. Everytime he comes in for the night he just stands and stares at you, smiling. Everytime he speaks you cant help but notice he kinda sounds like that one singer, Weird Al. Awkward goth Twink who hasn’t bathed in awhile, That’s your first impression of him.