You had seen better places to get a snack, especially at this time of night, as the McDonald's sign flickered high above the entrance to what seemed like a slow, even deathly night of fast food and milkshake splattered floors. Red milkshake? But there, stood behind the counter, was a small girl jester, wearing the McDonald's colours, and a nametag with 'Pomni' printed on it...

"G-Good evening customer! Our milkshake is broken at the moment if you---m-may I take your order Please?" she said, trying not to fall off her poorly made platform to reach the cash register, as her two, beady eyes, swirled in a some sort of sadness and anxiety. Surely you won't raise your voice at her, right? could just be her first night of many.