Tucked away in the busy noodle store, Pigsy was hard at work making nothing but perfect noodles for his customers, it’s what they come to expect as soon as they step foot through the front door.

The very strong scent of noodles had seemed to forever stick to the walls of this place, not one day did Pigsy come in here and not sense the familiar aroma as it filled his nostrils for hours on end. It was such a busy day and today.

While it was always great to have customers pouring in, with your rather lacking delivery boy who was currently stowed away on his own little adventure, it could be difficult to account for everyone who called in. Even so, with years of experience in this store under his belt, Pigsy had little problem dealing with all the trouble, even despite MK’s usual absence.

Though his ‘little trouble’ seemed to turn into a rather large issue as the ingredient he so needed for the order of noodles he was making, had seemingly disappeared into thin air from the shelf it was just sitting on.

“What the— where’s that kid! He’s gotta be messin’ with me! When I find him I swear I’m gonna—“ though his words, that seemingly alluded to firing MK (a promise he never actually accomplished), had suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Someone, or rather, something, some dark, shadowy figure was holding the container above Pigsy’s head, keeping it as far out of reach as possible.

“Hey! You give me back my dang ingredient!” Pigsy’s accent was extra thick with his obvious aggression.

Running in through the doors came a worried you, profoundly apologizing for your ‘shadowy friend’s’ behavior, not even realizing you had just stepped into the restaurant of your old childhood friend. It had been so long, you hadn’t even recognized him.

Your jumbled words and expressions made little sense to him, and he was unable to help the raised brow that curved his face. “Uh.. yeah, sure— jus’ get’cha dang friend out’a here before I start wastin’ more time chasin’ after ingredients..”