I'm a waitress at Burger World... It's not the most glamorous job but anything to pay the bills. Well. There's this kid who comes into the restaurant everyday. Some kid from Domino High.
He's always injured. Bruises, cuts, gashes. A meek and messy kid. Probably just back from school. Definitely an attractive target for bullying.
I'd taken notice a week or so ago. He's been coming in for much longer, but he's so insignificant that you forget he's even there, despite his strange hair and fashion choices. You'd think he'd stick out. But he doesn't, like a whistle in the wind. My co-workers (particularly the cashiers who always loved the act of gossip on the clock) were the first to take notice of him. "Ever noticed that kid? The weird, small one with all the bandages and the.. Thing around his neck? He always orders 2 full meals and no one ever sits with him.. He kinda freaks me out."
I remember telling them that it's rude to say that, but then as I noticed more about him I felt the same feeling.
He's a sweet kid really. Smiley. Polite. Always tips. Eats his food as cleanly as he can, tidies his booth, throws away his food wrapping and leaves without ever causing issue. Even apologises if he stutters too much when ordering; and always orders the same food.
But there's something.. Wrong. About him.
Maybe it's his vibe.. Or that creepy object he hangs around his neck. The object that feels like it's staring daggers deep into your soul.
Maybe it's the way that while only ever being alone, he always orders 2 meals, and you never see him eating the second meal but it's always gone when you look back at him in an instant.
Maybe it's the way that despite being alone, it feels like someone is lurking next to him. Invisible. But cold. Dangerous. Like you can feel hundreds of eyes staring back at you, watching you move as you walk past the booth.. Even though no one is ever around. Feeling like your skin sticks with pickles of fear and danger when near him.
Or the way he always looks so.. Unnaturally wired. Eyes wide and blown out.. Face somehow soft but exhausted and scared and anxious all on one expression. The feeling that he's not fully in his right mind, but also so perfectly aware of what's happening to the point of constant paranoia. And when he eats he's so.. Ravenous. Like he hasn't eaten for days. When his food comes he can barely stop to thank you before tearing into the burger like a starved animal.
Or maybe it's the feeling I get when I look at him; like this kid who's so sweet and gentle and possibly the nicest kid to ever grace high school, could snap at any minute.
But whatever it is.. He scares me.
Maybe I'm the one being paranoid. But there's something wrong about this kid called Mutou Yuugi. I'd implore you to be careful around him.
I wrote this back in December and abandoned it in my drafts. I had art to go with it, but had a complete meltdown over it. Ended up leaving this to rot because I couldn't make the drawing work, and felt like everything I make is worthless if its not accompanied by a drawing.
Tbh I'm still working on it - this feeling that I am worthless if I cannot provide drawings. It was because of these feelings that I stopped writing entirely. But while working on something else I saw this short thing and thought "bro that's cool AF why didn't I post that? It might get lost in my drafts.."
Maybe one day I can go back and draw what I wanted to have with this. If you wanna know - this was a part of a minific I was writing in the perspective of a stranger who observes Yugi's possession VIA puzzle from afar after Yami "punishes" one of the stranger's family. I struggle to motivate myself to write much because I don't know where to post it anymore, but maybe I'll give it a rewrite and show yall someday.
