@instnctve·· gets a starter for liking 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵..
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊. She had always been handy even as a kid thanks to being around her neighbors who were mechanics and repairmen in her youth, so it seemed only natural she’d find work hanging around the quiet cemetery of old machines. And the owner of the junkyard also being the owner of the repair shop? Should be a warning sign but it usually just meant Ferris was constantly being confronted with jobs outside her job description.
Ferris was coming through the yard with a few scraps for a project her boss was working on when the smoking and shuddering shell of a car belonging to Joyce Byers came through. She came out of the line of cars cautiously, eyeing the car as her brain already began working over what the problems could be as it stalled just outside the junkyard gate. Ferris put the scraps down and opened the gate, slowly making her to the smoking car.
“Mrs Byers?” Ferris called hoping she wouldn’t startle the other woman, “Um..” she scanned the area as if waiting for an ambush, guard always up and ready, “You…You okay? Mr Harris not at the shop?”
The Pinto was a death trap on wheels — Joyce knew this very well when she had purchased the car for a stupidly cheap price after they were recalled for their ruptured gas tanks leading to spontaneous explosions . Jonathan had needed her old car when he turned sixteen , and , well ... this was the best she could find . It had lasted long enough ; ran well , got her from point A to point B just fine , That is , until the damn thing had started smoking on her way into work .
❝ Goddamnit ! ❞ she hisses when the piece of junk stops completely just outside of the junkyard . As she swings open the car door , the gate begins to creep open , and she’s met with the sweet , familiar face of Ferris ; her last hope before she wouldn’t inevitably have to scrap the car , and conjure up the money to buy a new one .
❝ Hi , ❞ she sighs , exhaustion obviously masking her features , ❝ I was hoping you be of some help ? No one around here fixes up Pintos anymore . You know , since they were recalled , and all . ❞
An anxious hand fumbles with the edge of her worn corduroy jacket . ❝ If you can’t , it’s alright . ❞
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