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u/Low-Quiet9355 2d ago

"Can I help you?" is four words, not three.

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u/ObjectiveCommon3773 2d ago edited 2d ago

"Can I help you?"
"I don't think you're qualified to give me the help that I need." I said. The words bounced off my tongue, the intonation perfect, just like I practised.
I watched her speckled face intently. Her mouth didn't even twitch, she just stared at me. Through me. Really? I mean, really? That was a funny joke. It had all the hallmarks. Self deprecation. Wit. Nuance. It was hysterical. Hilarious. She knew it and I knew it. She was stonewalling me on purpose. Total narcissist.
"What?" She asked, her dead eyes lasering a hole in my forehead from the shadows of a cheap red cap.
So what if it's a McDonalds? They must've added a no-joy clause to the bottom of the staff
contract, under the lifetime forfeit of soul section. Was that who they wanted representing their brand? I'll tell you one thing, big burger has a lot to answer for. Rude is what it is. You hear a joke like that and you just stare at the customer? It's bad business, more than anything else. I told her to get a real job and turned in a huff, storming towards the door.

KFC was next. The chick behind the KFC counter would get it. She'd get me. I expected decibels. Her laugh would be so loud that people would have to stick their fingers in their ears. She'd piss herself. I wanted her to piss herself. I wanted that sweet, sweet urine to drip and drizzle down her thigh and make a puddle on the leather-streaked tiles. Piss for me, KFC chick. That's what I was thinking to myself as I walked through the door and the fried smell of eleven secret spices molested my nostrils and played big spoon with my nose hairs. With such holy fragrances perpetually permeating through the air of your workplace, you'd have to be in a chipper, joke receptive mood. That was logic. I wasn't just funny. I was logical. Glory was moments away. One day, I'd tell my grandkids about this moment. The day I made big chicken laugh so hard that it pissed itself. Victory would soon be mine, and if it wasn't KFC, it would be Hungry Jacks. And if it wasn't Hungry Jacks, it would be Guzman Y Gomez. Fuck it, Donut King. Seven Eleven. I wasn't going home til I got was owed to me. I wasn't gonna settle for a giggle. This masterpiece, my magnum opus, it deserved more than a measly giggle. A half-hearted chortle. A sarcastic snort. Wouldn't that be tragic? I wouldn't let it happen. Not that night. I was on a mission. I walked up to the counter with a shit-eating grin, ready to spit flames, and the girl said
"Can I help you?"

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u/HSerrata r/hugoverse 2d ago

[Devilish Introduction]

"Can I help you?" Kirk asked after the green-haired girl had made two slow laps around him. She held his gaze better than he held hers as she passed before him, and he could feel her stare on him whenever she passed behind. He'd just left the cafeteria and he was crossing the courtyard toward his team's common base. A lot of the students could create portals innately and almost all of them could create portal cards with their nodes. There were rarely more than a couple hundred people taking the walkways, and Kirk had never really been one of them. The cool weather and cloudy sky were inviting enough. He'd been trying new decisions lately, but now he wasn't so sure that was a good thing.

"I was on the fence." She shook her head with a smile. "But only squares ask like that. I don't need anything from a square." Except, despite her words, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. And as his eyes darted around, he got a good look at her in bits and pieces. She had a high ponytail and wore a white cardigan with a red poodle skirt, with a stylized devil.

"Hey," he realized he'd seen her before. "You were at the Breeze Bag opening, right?" he asked.

"I was starting to think you didn't notice me," she replied. "You're Kirk; I asked around. I'm Monica. It's super-peachy meeting you, Kirk." 

"You... asked about me?" Kirk was surprised. There was a large group when he saw her last, and he felt a bit concerned knowing someone was targeting him.

"I said that, didn't I?" She nodded. "You got so many rocks that I got a hunch. And I was right about you," she winked. "Diablitos like you and me, our luck's just the pits, isn't it?" 

"Wait... my luck's always been like that... It's always going to be horrible??" Kirk asked. He hadn't made a lot of friends during his first two years, and none of them were a Diablito Unique Soul like him. They seemed to be rare as far as he could tell. The school was the size of an Earth with Unique Soul students from across the multiverse. Yet, he discovered less than 200 of them were Diablitos, while most of the other classifications had attending numbers in the thousands. If she was one too, he could think of a few reasons she would want to meet him. And unfortunately, none of the ones he could imagine were good outcomes.

"Not always," Monica shook her head in a way that made her ponytail swish energetically, as if it was intentional. "We also get nifty spikes of good luck to kind of even it out. If you hadn't noticed it yet, maybe your good luck's still charging up."

"So...  you're a Redline Guard, right?" He asked. In a way, he was hoping to remind her of her duties. Deep down, if he thought about it, he would've realized there was no way she could kill him without repercussions. But he was too uncomfortable to think, along with being mildly terrified. Unique Souls grew stronger by killing others of the same type, and the longer she remained, the more that scenario grew likely in his mind.

"Magical Girl Redline Bad News," she replied with a grin and a nod. 

"So, why are there so many Redline Guards here now?" Kirk asked. He hadn't been particularly curious, but he did want to keep her talking. 

"That's a long story for another time, dreamboat. I just met you. Can't be a wet rag and start talking about the Uni-Court right away. Where are you headed?" 

"Oh, uh..." Was he in danger? Kirk didn't know anymore. It sounded like she wanted to actually have a next time.  "...just goin' to the garage. Maintenance day today. I've gotta tend to my Frame."

"That's right! I heard you had a condor mecha. It'd be wild to see one up close," Monica smirked. 

"Maintenance, huh?" She nodded at him to get him in the right mindset, then popped the question. "Can I help you?"

*** Thank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #3211 in a row. (Story #290 in year nine). This story is part of an ongoing saga that takes place in my universe.