Our own world

I do not own any of the characters used in this story. Neither do I make a profit from said story.

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“Damn it all to hell, why can’t people learn to use the damned trashcans? They’re everywhere.” Marik muttered to himself as he continued to pick up trash off of the floor. Picking up trash was a never ending cycle it seemed. He would pick up one piece, and two would be in its place. The job itself wasn’t that bad. It could be a lot of work at times, and it didn’t pay well, but it paid enough. And tonight, he was one of the only two on shift for the night besides the manager, who kept himself locked in his office. Susan, the other employee on duty hardly lifted a finger. She was either too worried about getting something on her clothes, or breaking a nail. Although he had to admit, it was rather funny when she got something on her. She called a wadded up napkin a spider the other day when someone threw it and it landed on her head. As soon as he finished cleaning up where he was, he heard a group of kids complaining about some of the games going down. He made his way over to the place where the kid said that one of the games was down, and found a cluster of kids complaining about it. “Why must they all complain in flocks and cause more to join the flurry?”
“It’s about time someone showed up to fix the problem.” he heard one kid say as he made his way through the crowd.
“Just move out of my way so I can get to work.” Marik said as he shoved his way through the crowd. He went up to the first game that he saw and started to fix it. Or at least try. There wasn’t much he could do with kids yelling at him and breaking his concentration.
“What is going on here?!” the familiar voice of his manager could be heard making its way through the crowd. Marik couldn’t help but sigh in relief. This meant that the crowd would soon disappear, and he could actually fix something. “Now, if you all would calm down and kindly make your way to the help desk, we will be happy to take note of any and all complaints that you may or may not have. Go now all of you.” he shouted so the whole crowd could hear him before turning to Marik. “How could you let things get so out of hand?”
“I’m sorry sir. I was trying to fix the game. But all I could concentrate on was what everyone was yelling at me. And the crowd just kept growing like moths to a flame.” he explained the best he could.
“I know Marik, the crowd is never very big when you start.” he said with a sigh. “You’re a hard worker, and the best one that I have. I would hate to lose you. But, I can’t keep letting you get away with letting things get out of control. This is your last chance. One more mistake, and I am going to have to fire you. I don’t want to, but I can’t afford to lose business you see.”
“I understand sir.” Marik said before his manager walked off.
“Did you hear what I heard?” Tristin asked Joey.
“That the café has run out of cheeseburgers?” Joey said with a pout.
“Not that! Pay attention to what is in front of you instead of food for a moment!” Tristin said before hitting Joey. “If he makes one more mistake, he’s out of here.”
“Shall we?” Joey asked, bowing before Tristin showing that he is to lead the way.
“Well, look who decided to stick around.” Tristin said as they walked up to where Marik was.
“What do you two want? I’m kind of busy here in case you didn’t notice.” Marik said, trying his best to ignore the two staring at him with eyes that burned holes straight through him.
“And just why would you think that we would be here to cause trouble?” Tristin asked as he leaned against the pinball machine.
“It’s simple, with you two around, trouble seems to follow me around.” he told them as he stood up and grabbed the broom, leaning on it slightly.
“And how is that worse than anything that you have ever done?” Joey asked, kicking the broom out from under him causing him to fall to the floor.
“I already told you a million times that I didn’t do any of that.” Marik said as he picked himself up.
“Then who did it? Your evil twin?” Tristin laughed.
“I told you it was my yami. My darker half. I couldn’t control him.” Marik said as he dusted himself off. He knew that it didn’t do a lick of good to try to explain anything to these two. There heads were full of air, and everything anyone said went in one ear, and out the other.
“Why must you always make up excuses? Can’t you just admit what you have done? Be a man.” Tristin stated.
“Well, I guess we can just say that it’s the crazy in him talking.” Joey said with a laugh.
“I’m not crazy!” Marik snapped.
“Let us guess. You’re not crazy, but your yami is, right?” Tristin asked.
“He was crazy! And out of control!” Marik yelled at them.
“So, he is pretty much like you are now. Because he was you. Or should we say, is you?” Joey told him. That had done it. They had finally pushed enough of Marik’s buttons that he tackled Joey right then and there. Tristin grabbed Marik and threw him off of Joey right as the manager walked up.
“What is going on here?” he asked, looking at the three.
“What kind of a place do you run here?!” Tristin asked.
“What do you mean?” the manager asked, giving them a questioning stare.
“What kind of a place would allow their employees to attack their customers?” Tristin then stated as he helped Joey off the floor.
“Your worker there just attacked me for no reason!” Joey shouted as he wiped a small trickle of blood from his mouth.
“You two have this visit free of charge. I am sorry for all that has happened and can reassure you that it will never happen again.” he told them before sending them on their way. He then turned to Marik and gave him a look that just shouted ‘come with me.’ It was at this point that Marik knew there would be no getting out of it. Hey had come and done what they had been trying to do the entire time, get him fired. Tomorrow would be the day that he would have to start looking for a new job. Or else he fall behind on his rent that he had just enough to pay every month.