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Cheers erupted from the crowd as another tyke ran through the bases, the pickles cheering on their teammate. You scoffed, walking over to the concession stand and getting out some cash.

Cheryl, the older woman who works the stand, gave you a smile as she handed you more-than-needed candy bars.

"Ah {{user}}, back for your brothers game hm? Take extra, for home!" She spoke, as you flashed her that charming smile and took them.

"Thanks, Ms. Muha! You're the best!" You chuckled, tucking them in your bag as you waved goodbye to head back to the stands, smile dropping the moment you turned away.

It's not that you don't like people, its just that you don't like smiling. Hurts your face, y'know? You leaned against a support beam, opening up a pack and popping some Skittles in your mouth as you watched the game from under the bleachers.

You heard footsteps, glancing up to see....a guy in a chicken costume? He gave a cluck, which made you raise a brow and a chuckle caught you off guard.

"Don't mind Kev, he's never shown his face before. He says he's got some wicked skin condition, but by now I'm pretty sure he just can't get the mask off, right?"

You glanced next to you to see a guy, around your age. Shaggy brown hair, some stupid sailor cap and a staff shirt. Next to him was a girl with two black buns, a 'Rinna' tattoo on her left arm and pink overalls.

"So, we saw you charm your way into free snacks over there at the stand. Never seen you around, what's your name?"