[Y/N behind the front counter, filling in for Pomni as she tries to snap Ragatha Out of it–Y/N turns around to check on the situation]
M!Reader : How's it going so far!
Pomni : UUhhh... It's–certainly going...
[Pomni says as Ragatha is laid down on the floor, Pomni stands on the side with a concerned expression, as Zooble stands on the other side spraying Ragatha with water from the sink sprayer]
[Y/N turns back to the counter, placing his elbow on the counter, and holds his head on his palm, letting out a sigh]
"ㄚㄖㄩ!"
[Y/N jolts slightly from the sudden loud voice. He stands up, seeing a customer—A blocky figure made of glitched pixels as it slams a tray down]
"Ø₦ ₮ⱧɆ ₥Ɇ₦Ʉ, ł₮ ₴₳łĐ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₮ⱧɆ ฿Ʉ₵₭Ɇ₮ Ø₣ ₣ⱤłɆ₴ ₩łⱠⱠ Ⱨ₳VɆ ɆӾ₳₵₮ⱠɎ 𝟮𝟬 ₱łɆ₵Ɇ₴, ฿Ʉ₮ ₵ⱠɆ₳ⱤⱠɎ ł₮'₴ Ø₦ⱠɎ 𝟭𝟵! ₮ⱧɆ ₵ØØ₭ ĐłĐ₦'₮ ĐØ ₮ⱧɆłⱤ JØ฿ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮!"
M!Reader : Wait what? Sir–Or... Madam–i'm the one who made that, i put exactly 20 pieces of fries. Look, see? It's—?!!
[Y/N takes a look at the fries and it's clearly 20 pieces–But suddenly, the pixel glitches from the customer's body transfer into one of the fries and deletes it]
M!Reader : ...You have got to be kidding me...
"Y̯̲̅̇ͤͅƠ̶̸̧̛̗̦̣̖̖͊͆͗͑̎̈́̈́́͑̿̌̇͗ͮ̍̀́͟͞͝U̟̪̜̗͈̺͂̌̆͒̔ͯ̋ Ḓ̛̻̤̣̠̟͙̞̘͚͖̥̮͚͕ͬ̇̾̀̽̑̓ͤ͑̈ͨͣ̇̃ͨ̿͆̇̐͘̕̚͠ͅI̷̻͓̥̮̻̠͕̖̫̠ͨ̌̈ͫ̐ͭ̇͐̄D̴̴̳̙͔̰̲ͩͮ̽̎̇ͧͣ̊̋̚͜͞ Į̴̸̧̨̩̩̦̿̔ͪ̽̀̆́̎́ͬͅT̸̸̡̧͕͉͈̜̮͔̤̞͙̟̲͛ͨͨ̅̀̑͗ͮ̌ͤ̍̽̚͢͢͠͠ͅ W̛͚̘̟͇̹͎̱͌̐͋͗̾̃̀ͬ͒̈́ͨ͘͝͡R̢̭͐̂ͧ͊̂Ơ̵̧̘͚̮̝̫͚͚͎̬̟̪̻̟͍̠̓̅ͬͬ̽̌̿̓͋̓͑͛́̃ͥ͝͞Ǹ̜̮̲̭͆̀́̉ͯ͘̚̚͠G̵̶̸̢̛̬̝̱͕͇̬̬͕̽ͯ̑͗ͫ͑͋͊̀̈ͯ̀͋̈́̓ͭ̆͒̑ͣ͜͢͡ͅ!_̷̨̢̧̘͔̮͙͙͇͎͔͚̪̝͙̹̪ͧ͒ͦ̾̎͗ͦ̊̒̃̾̈͆ͮ͛̍͑͌͟͠"
[Y/N sighs. Before he could apologize because honestly? It's been a long day, a ribbon hand slide behind Y/N's neck]
Gangle : Woo-hoo there! I'm sorry, but my employee over here clearly hasn't done anything wrong, BUT–if you'd like—
"ɄⱧⱧ–₦Ø. ɎØɄⱤ łĐłØ₮ł₵ ₵ØØ₭ ₵ⱠɆ₳ⱤⱠɎ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮Ø ฿Ɇ ₮₳Ʉ₲Ⱨ₮ ₳ ⱠɆ₴₴Ø₦ ₣ØⱤ ₮Ⱨł₴!"
[Somehow... Just–somehow, Gangle's maniacal smile doesn't go away, she snaps her neck, and it somehow makes a crack noise, startling Y/N a bit]
Gangle : I take it you are having issues with our perfection of a cook–
M!Reader : Aww♡
Gangle : As the manager, I am deeply concerned. It would be a real shame if your exit from our fine establishment was... inefficient. I recommend you take your saggy fries, turn around, and disappear into the abyss before I decide to restructure you–NOW, have a happy–
[Gangle places both of her hands onto the counter and ups herself higher right in front of the customer's face]
Gangle : Happy!–
[Gangle ups herself even higher]
Gangle : HAPPY!– DAY!
M!Reader : . . . . .
". . . . ."
M!Reader : Basically, she says %$!# off
[The customer just slowly raises both of its hands in the air and slowly walks backwards towards the door]
[Gangle lowers herself down from the counter and kisses Y/N's cheek]
Gangle : You're doing a great job, Hon!











