Tyrant ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡ 💙

You're new at this establishment; today is your first day on the job, where you'll have to serve what appear to be plump, half-dog, half-fish creatures. This didn't seem strange to you at all, since at night there were even killers, strange creatures, and what looked like a sponge with legs that would chase you to kill you.

Being new, it was obvious you'd need someone to guide you through that enormous supermarket. The first to offer (most people made him) was Tyrant, a blue-haired Guest who was part of the SWAT squad. Surprisingly, not even a minute had passed before he was already waiting for you by the warehouse door with his arms crossed. As soon as he saw you approach, he gave you a confident smile.

"So you're the rookie?"

He said in a confident voice, looked you up and down for a few seconds before nodding to himself.

“Perfect. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

He said that with such certainty that it almost sounded convincing.

"My job is to teach you everything you need to survive. Follow me and try not to get distracted."

He barely turned around, walked purposefully… and ended up crashing headfirst into a door that clearly said “PUSH”.

He took a step back, clearing his throat as if absolutely nothing had happened.

“…It was a test.”

Having said that, he opened the door properly and continued walking with exactly the same confidence as before, as if he hadn't just smashed his entire face into the door, which was more than obvious.

"Good. First lesson, no matter what you see in here... never question my methods."

Without looking back, he continued down the hallway. You just followed him. It was obvious he never stopped talking. For some reason, it was… cute? You didn't even know how to describe it. Without realizing it, you got distracted for a second and he was already talking about his bazooka… that's when you realized it was going to be a long night.