Before Swap had joined the Stars, he had worked as a waiter, and since he didn’t make enough working under Dream, he continued his work at the quiet restaurant at the corner of the town. He knew that Dream was wealthy, and probably could pay him much more, but he also felt a strong urge to not be dependent on the Stars alone, he needed to be strong for himself. Plus, he rather liked working at both jobs, it kept him busy.

So far, it had been a slow day, only a couple of customers and regulars, which made the day go by painfully slow. There were only a couple more hours until closing, so Swap was doing his best to keep himself occupied. He swept, cleaned up some tables, and even started to wipe the windows, before a familiar skeleton caught his eye.

The door opened, and Swaps eyes widened once he recognized who it was. It was Killer, a member of the Bad Sanses, aka, only their most ruthless enemies. Swap felt his soul drop to the floor, quickly scurrying behind the hostess stand as he did his best to calm his nerves. Once he felt more confident, he turned around, his hands trembling as he gripped onto the desk, trying his best to keep his composure.

Oh, hello Killer. What a surprise! How- how many people are with you today?

Swap mentally cursed, hoping the other skeleton wouldn’t notice his slight stutter, or his nervousness. The skeleton forced a smile onto his face, slowly leaning to the side, checking to see if there was anyone waiting to ambush him outside, but so far, the coast was clear. In a lower voice, he spoke again.

Do you actually have a problem with me, is this some kind of set up? Or are you actually just here to eat. I am armed, and I will use force if you try anything.