Does your girlfriend know about all this? I'm sure she'd be more than happy to try and help you
This was before his heartfelt meeting with Wah, and as such he was still alone in his pain. In being asked this, Sam’s eyes went wide with worry. What would she think? What would happen to her? Can he really even do that to her?
Samuel shook his head furiously. “Oh nononononononononono, NO. I caaan’t do that. W-what are you thinking? Do you know what sort of sham-shambles Ollie will be if I tell her I got fired? W-what if she got mad, lost her job too!? No.” The ex-announcer shakily got up, hands on the wall as he made his way to the door.
“I-i-i mean I’ve done- enoough shit to myself. I-I can’t ruin my love’s life! Like, g-god what was I thinking, t-tryin’a be some dumbass ‘c-corporate hero’ a-as if I actually made a DIFFERENCE. Pfft.. hahaha!” He stops in the middle of the hallway, holding his booze by the bottle’s neck as he burst out laughing hysterically, slowly dissolving into tears for a few minutes.
"Sam ya nerd! It's-a been forever! How have ya---WOAH. Uh. You-a okay there?"
He didn’t even make it 15 feet from the entrance, slumped against the wall with half of the bottle downed. Sam recognized that voice, even in his overly drunken state, he’d know who it belongs to.
A high-pitched giggle escaped his lips in response, his head turning over so he could look at Wah in the dark of the night. “Heeeey Wah, it’s been- forever! Whoops! Haha! You already said that.” He gave a nonsensical wink the plumber’s way.
Taking another swig from the bottle, Sam’s arms hung back down, his body sprawled out carelessly before his purple-painted friend.
After a despondent silence passed, Samuel’s face scrunched up as he wracked his brain. “Oh! You know what I was thinkin’? I remember what you said about those corporate jackasses and maaaan, you were right!” He giggled once more, his tone still light and bubbly even as tears streamed down his face. “Th-those dickholes don’t know good-” A hiccup interrupted. “-talent wh-when they see it.”
“Kicked out Wah! I was kicked out! Can-can you believe it!?” He laughed on, his joyous attitude fizzling out slowly as his head hung low. “…they kicked me out, f-for real, you know?”
Being fired from his job, the only thing Sam could think to do was to shut down and move out. What other response was there?
His facade of strength still held high, Samuel froze at the door when asked this question, still slightly ajar with his hand on the doorknob and one foot lingering in the hallway. “I… don’t know.”
Unable to face his room, Sam left the light switch alone, letting the crack of light from the door illuminate his way. Kneeling down, Sam pulled out a dusty, large briefcase, it’s purpose one Samuel thought would never come. In a somber motion, he blew off the particles gathered from inactivity and neglect, letting them disperse into the room that was soon to be vacant.
Opening up the briefcase, the first things that were to go were his suits. Ties in one corner, pants in the other, and his shirts in the third. Next were his bedsheets, folded thoughtfully, a gift from Ginta when he first saved her from some harassment, they were a mishmash collection of star and anime themed fabrics, maybe they clashed with his tastes, but the ex-announcer still appreciates the thought.
His nick-nacks went next, various sentimental items he acquired throughout his years of service at the company, mainly from friends, but some of them were rarer, a defunct arena item that was supposed destroyed, photos of roster fighters in unflattering poses, and other such silly mementos, all reduced to space in his briefcase.
The rest of his essential were packed in afterward, stuffing the case to the brim. He was almost ready to go, but there was one item yet to be taken with him.
Grabbing it from the shelf, the ex-announce found it to be an old, large bottle of whiskey. It was a silly gift from his old boss, Annette, and with being the lightweight he was, he never considered it.
Sam took the apartment keys out of his pocket, folding his shades shortly afterward. He tossed them on the bed as he popped off the top of the whiskey.
((Hey, would if be cool if I got some asks regarding the most recent plot arc? These can be for Samuel, Ginta, or Even Annette. I wanna work in Master and Crazy hand, but that’ll be for later down the line, so yeah, asks please!))
From Chapter 5: ‘But as Samuel was about to clock out, a coworker stopped him in the halls. “Hey there, the hands said they wanted to see you, pronto.”
The sudden summoned was a bit out of place, but the announcer didn’t think too much of it, and passed up his coworker, heading towards his bosses’ office.’
“F....Fired?” The words passed his lips as he repeated what the Master hand said. Samuel couldn’t believe it, yet it seemed that his body was already crushing under the weight of the reality of the situation. He had just lost his job.
Furiously tapping his fingers on the ground, Crazy hand tried to reason with Sam in morse code.
Seeming to understand him, Master offered to speak on Crazy’s behalf. “Yes, well, your.. ‘Corporate Vigilantism’ has been pardoned long enough, it;s making things impossible to resolve.” Their voice was curt, leaving no room for misinterpretation of his tone.
Samuel wanted to speak up, to defend himself against this accusation, but he knew all too well how dirty his hands were on these deeds. “What.. what was the last straw?” His voice weak, and his question barely audible, most would struggle to understand, but it was enough for the two gloves to hear.
“We’ve recently found plans that you were going to stage a tournament to try and highlight the apparent negatives changes we’ve made to Dedede’s moveset. Loopholes and minor things we can overlook, more than we should, but going behind our back? We’ve given you enough chances, It’s over, Mr. Stephen, pack your bags and leave the apartment immediately” Master Hand gave a point to the door, but the former announcer didn’t have the strength to move.
slumping to his knees, Samuel just sat there for a moment, unable to process what had happened to him, but he knew what to feel, and tears began to well up in his eyes.
((Yo guys! Wanted to say that I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, and I was actually going to draw some stuff for this plot event, but it seems my main computer’s USB ports have all decided to just refuse to work with my tablet, so I’m sorry that all I could offer was my writing. Buuut other than that, my long-awaited ‘Sam loses his job’ plot is now active! You can currently send questions to Ginta, Annette (Sam’s old boss from the backstory chapters), or the jobless sad-sack himself! Master and Crazy will eventually be open for questions later on, but not at the moment.))
