dax had walked past this stupid vending machine at least four times, every day, for the past week. it all started when the bag of doritos caught his eye, only until he looked to the side and read the unfortunate ‘out of order’ sign; trust his luck. and that is where this saga started. it was day seven when dax finally stopped outside the machine, his tool bag in hand, pulling it out from the wall to examine the machinery from the back. he started to get to work in fixing this damn thing before he heard a voice, in a startled state, his head suddenly bounced into the wall behind him. “shit..” he murmured, peering out from behind the machine, “you’ll thank me after this, i swear.”








