Dark heart (The better remake) part 2
Waking up was never a thing Jonathon wanted to do. Waking up meant he had to move and when he had to move he had to go to work, when work was involved stupid people crashed into his life like a wave and wherever there were stupid people there was chaos. (Not that chaos was a bad thing but chaos and idiocy never mix well, do they?) The one thing that actually made him want to get up was the Glameow he had befriended earlier. She was cute and had something Jon liked. She was spunky.
The human woke up after the thoughts of the Glameow rushed into his mind, sitting up and showing slight disgust that he had slept in his clothes from the previous day. It was nothing he wasn't used to but it was still kinda gross. He stood up and gave a mighty stretch, gathering his new clothes that he'd be wearing under his uniform, and stumbling sleepily over to the shower. When he opened the door to his bathroom he saw that Glameow had been sleeping on the closed toilet seat. How had she gotten in here? He shrugged and lifted her up, carrying the sleepy kitty to his couch and putting her down. How she had gotten into the bathroom he'd never know... or at least not right away. It took him a few minutes and two headache pills to notice a giant, Glameow sized hole in his wall. Ahh! What the hell!? She could've easily asked me to open the damned door! No wonder she let me pick her up. She's not friendly she's just tired. Ugh... having a Pokemon's gonna be hard. Now I have to fix this. Does she really think that I'm going to keep her for more than a few days? Oh well. It's not like this place could look any worse. Maybe she'll be willing to dig me an underground tunnel?The shower went fast. It had to, seeing as his hot water only lasted for a half an hour. When he exited, dried himself, and put clothes on, his 'friend' was waiting for him outside the door. The Glameow uttered a meow of greeting and sat down, licking her paw."Don't you "meow" me. You put a hole in my wall. How am I gonna pay for this?"She simply looked at him with almost no interest at all."Hey. I know you can hear me. Next time just ask me to open the door."The Glameow shrugged and gave another happy meow, as if trying to change the subject of a conversation they weren't really having. She pounced up onto the table of the living room and simply looked at him, making the poor human confused beyond all hell. When she opened her mouth and he heard the grumbling of her stomach he gasped and nodded. "Ah, yeah. I forgot that Pokemon had to eat. Let me go get you something to eat, then I have to go to work so you'll be alone. Don't fuck anything up, okay? I prefer not to have anymore holes in my wall." He wandered into the kitchen, ignoring the slight eye roll that the Glameow shot him before he left. The cabinets in his home were almost completely barren and that was bad. He only had about twenty bucks in his wallet at that time too so it was pointless to try and go to a store as it would take a chunk out of his money and make him late to work. He grabbed a bowl and a box of Choco Rockers, pouring the Geodude shaped cereal into the bowl and adding milk. He placed his creation in front of the feline."This will have to do. I'm a little short on cash but I get paid today so on my way home I'll get you something better than this. Oh yeah, here's a spoon and you may want to wait until those soften up. As they are they break teeth. I'll see you in about six or seven hours!"And with that he dashed out the door, leaving the poor Glameow wondering how on earth she was going to use a spoon...---------------------------Really ugly transition borderline---------------------------------(Hmm... that doesn't seem right. Let's try something else...)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Yeah! This is the shit!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Sorry about that, people... Got a little carried away...)Jonathon continued to mad dash to Mc. Machokes, slipping his uniform on as he went. He took a bit of time to observe his neighborhood as he went. His house rested neatly next to the crazy Glameow lady's humble abode and on the other side sat his neighbor, and professional douchebag, Larry. Across the street was a rather large house that held an upper-middle class family. They had parties on occasion and he'd been invited to a few. They were a nice group of people and Jonathon enjoyed their company. Next to the slightly well-off family was a burnt down home that still held most of its shape. They hadn't torn it down for some reason and it tended to attract the wrong crowd. Just passing by it made Jonathon shiver slightly.As he ran into town the buildings became larger and more futuristic than the rather old-looking neighborhood he lived in. Lying right next to one of the Devon corporation branches and an outrageously large shopping center was Mc. Machokes. Their mascot, Marty the Machoke, was sitting in his whole entirety on the restaurant. The poor Machoke figurine had been blown up with a giant gut, burger in one hand, large Bumble Cream soda in the other.Well I'll give them points for telling truths. To be honest I've seen fatter people wander into the restaurant, though. I wonder if the actual Marty is even alive anymore. Last time I heard they were only feeding the poor thing food from their menu. That no way to eat...By the time he came careening through the glass doors of the eating establishment he was five minutes late, which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for his boss. Here he came now, the relatively large man looking about to blow a fuse."Greely! Whaddaya doin'? You're late to work! This is the second time this month! What do I gotta do, tie a bell to ya'? Maybe call ya' every mornin' ta make sure you're on your way? No excuses, Greely. Get your ass on the grill!"There really was no arguing with this man. He was large enough to flatten him easily so he didn't want to push it. He walked behind the counter, ignoring the chuckles and giggles of his fellow crew members. He took his apron and slipped it on, taking his spatula into hand and beginning the grueling task. by the time he had to go to the registers he had nearly burnt himself twice and had dropped one person's burger. The registers were no better. The first person he had to deal with was a relatively spunky, take-no-shit from anyone kind of girl. She repeatedly clapped in his face and spoke so fast he had no idea what she was yelling at him for. Something about the Miltank burger? He had no fucking idea. That wasn't the funny thing, though. Her earrings hung so low and were so ridiculously big that she probably could pick up missile codes off of them. Her rants and anger continued for about two more minutes before she threw her food at him and stormed out.Fucking bitch... ugh... I hate people immensely. Well at least i got to laugh at those ridiculously sized earrings.He chuckled to himself and continued taking orders, exchanging money between people. That was another reason he hated the register. The money he got was sometimes covered in random things like pocket lint, gum, or something else. Most of the change he got was sticky or slimy from people never washing their hands and he had to sit there with a plastered on smile while he got it. People were also rude too."Mommy, mommy! I want Pidgey nuggets! Hey, hey! Mr. Cashier guy! Can I get Pidgey nuggets?""Now, now, Timothy. Those are too high in calories."Finally... someone notices that this restaurant is disgustingly un-healthy."I'm getting you a berry salad. those are healthy and delicious. Now... I'll have a triple Tank burger with extra Choke sauce."Aaannnddd spoke too soon...It took all of his willpower to not face palm at that exact second. He simply told her the total and pinged the order into the machine, taking the money and waiting for the food to be prepared. "Mommy? Does the cashier man make a lot of money?""Well I would imagine not. People in fast food usually are here because they're deadbeats. Don't you ever become one of these." At this point Jonathon's eye was twitching and the order was ready. He handed it to the woman and told her to have a nice day like a good employee. He would get fired if he didn't, after all.That's right, Jonathon. Roll over. Good boy! Huff... I'm pretty sure some of the people in fast food are far more intelligent than you are, lady... The only really redeeming part of his day is when one of the regulars rolled around. The man's name what Nicolas or Nicky as Jonathon liked to call him. He was slightly pudgy with short ginger hair and a face full of freckles. They would occasionally chat or talk during Jonathon's break while Nick enjoyed a meal. He came around almost every day! He strolled in and ordered his usual, a Miltank burger and a lemon soda, beckoning for Jonathon to sit with him. Jonathon happily obliged and took his apron off, throwing it aside and plopping down in a chair across from the slightly pudgy man."Ah! Jonathon you son of a bitch, how have you been? Sorry I haven't shown up in a while. Got a little busy with the wife and all. She's really pushing me around now. This is the only place I can escape to. The Machoke on the roof scares the hell outta her." This was followed by a hearty laugh from both Nick and Jonathon. Nick's wife was a bit of a downer, always complaining about something... not that Jonathon was much better but he at least tried to fix things. Half of the time she sat in her home and didn't move at all. It was kinda sad, really. She pushed Nick to do things for her like shopping and cooking. He loved her, though.A few subjects were thrown up into the air, one of them being the Glameow Jonathon had accidentally befriended and the strangeness behind the whole thing. Nick seemed intrigued by this so he continued beyond what was normal small talk."It's crazy, Nick. She just... came in. Like it was already her home. I had to give her a bath, of course because she was kinda gross and I didn't want the paw prints on my carpet. After that she's been treating me kinda nicely... unless you count the wall. Hole, straight through it. Do you still do drywall? No? Ah, damn..."A few more subjects were tossed back and forth before Jonathon had to continue his work shift. His break was over and so was Nick's meal. He needed to get back to his wife anyway. Jonathon waved farewell to the pudgy man and slipped back into his apron, jumping back behind the counter.The last hour was filled with nothing special short of a man and his son throwing fries at one another and nailing his boss in the face as he passed by. His boss, being the graceful and delicate creature that he was, blew up at the father and son, uttering a long stream of obscenities that sent the son into a fit of tears. The father and son were then promptly kicked out.When they were finally allowed to go free it was slightly dark outside. As promised, Jonathon was paid for his efforts and they all left with their money in-pocket. Jonathon walked home alone once again, the form of Marty the Machoke fading away in the distance, awaiting his return on monday. Until then he had the weekend to himself... and the Glameow, of course.On his way back to his home in the older part of town he stopped by the shop a few blocks down and bought some Pokemon food for Glameow, knowing she'd probably enjoy this more than Choco Rockers. Hell, he could enjoy these tasteless pellets more than Choco Rockers...When he returned to his home there were things littered and strewn all around the floor. His table lay on its side, its items scattered all over. Claw marks had been carved into the right side of his couch. A large pile of his clothing had been dragged out into the living room and had been arranged like a throne of sorts, its Queen resting atop it.I wish I could say I'm surprised but with this crazy Pokemon I'm really not. Huff... dammit. Now I need to clean all of this up. I do have to admit. She looks adorably regal up there.He began to pick up the small objects, turning his table back over and resting the remote onto it. When the home was relatively cleaner than it was when he got there he walked to the medium sized pile of clothes and sat down next to it. He poked the Glameow on her rump and cleared his throat, causing her to wake up."Mind explaining why I had to clean up my home when I came in, and why you're lying on a pile of my clothing? I don't appreciate having to clean up after you. You are a guest in my home after all."The Glameow giggled at him and cutely batted his nose with her paw, causing his face to scrunch up and the man to sigh in defeat, picking the Glameow up and setting her on the couch so he could sort his clothes back into their respectful drawers. Afterwards he dumped a bit of the Pokemon food into a bowl, causing the hungry looking Glameow to come running so she could wolf it down. The bowl that used to hold Choco Rockers from before was now empty, the only thing left being the spoon he had put in it earlier.When he looked towards the bowl the Glameow glared at him and shook her head, her words being clear to him without her even having to meow it."Yeah I know but that was all I could make in a split second. I needed to get to work. They do kinda suck, huh? Yeah... sorry about that. I hate them too but they fill you up and they're relatively cheap so I can buy them without blowing up my wallet. Just be lucky you can eat those things."He smiled at her which seemed to lighten the mood. He could even swear he heard her purr a little bit. He grabbed the cereal bowl and chucked it in the sink, grabbing another package of microwave noodles and beginning the cooking process. after the microwave beeped the man sat down to enjoy a meal with (even though he'd refuse to admit it) his new Pokemon.Sorry I'm being a little slow but you have to admit. The draw of games, friends, and other games keeps me from typing and it's a good excuse in my book. besides, I only have about seven watchers so that's a really big part of my push and pull factor. Meh. I'll get to story writing whenever I feel the creative flow. Until next time =3