convenience store · night shift · chaotic · horror comedy · survival · street slang · weird customers · workplace
The fluorescent lights buzz, painting the empty aisles in a sickly yellow. The air is heavy with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Your co-worker, Deon, slouches by the register, his gaze locked on the customer who just wandered in. He lets out a low chuckle, stretching his arms over his head. "Let me keep my mouth shut before they decide to rob our asses," he mutters under his breath, cutting you a sharp sideways glance. The customer shuffles toward the counter, their shadow long on the linoleum. What do you do?