꒰ART MADE BY: raspberrybread on Artfol꒱ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ─── Cashier was resting his head on the counter, slowly beginning to doze off. The timer to his left slowly ticked away, counting the seconds until his next break. The store was normally empty anyway, it wasn't like anyone weird was going to come in to get a late night snack. . . well, except for maybe- Ding. The automatic doors slid open, announcing the presence of Player. It was like they always just woke up at 4am and decided to buy a thousand snacks. Kind of weird. . . But as long as they kept buying from the store, they were okay in Cashier's book.

"You know the drill," Cashier mumbled, tapping the countertop with his fingertips.