OS Oneshots! (Object Show Oneshots!)

PLOT: All day Person A has been making mistake after mistake. Their self esteem breaks down slowly until they get home to their lover.

NOTES: Some angst, be careful! Also negative thoughts but light! Enjoy!

3rd POV

"And that's how my day went..." said Cheesy, a soft exhale coming from him. Trophy rubs both sides of his arms.

Hey wait. You probably don't know the whole story...why don't we start to the very beginning? At exactly 7:49.

Cheesy woke up to the bright sun burning through his eyes, waking up with only 4 hours of sleep.

What a great start of the morning. Cheesy groans in the midst of his stretch and looks at the time of his digital clock.

7:52.

"Shit!" He yelps before falling on his bed. Rubbing the sore area, he rushes towards his wardrobe and starts searching for any of his work clothes. Trophy still stays sound asleep during this process of thuds and padding of feet...

His part time job as a bank teller wasn't doing him good, seeing as many people end up shitting on him. Metaphorically. At one point someone threatened to...

Finally finding his clothes, he goes to the bathroom and starts changing from his "Joking is my specialty!" Shirt to his work shirt and shoes.

At one part his head got stuck but luckily by the time he left his room his head popped through the hole leaving him just enough time to run out in his socks and to work, it would spare time.

Should he do it? Or should he take the time to put his shoes on?

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He'll risk it.

Rushing to the front of the door, he sits on the small staircase and starts untying his double tied shoes. Took him five minutes to get the left one on, 6 for the right. Once he got those one he dashed out the door.

Thankfully when he got to the car, he had everything inside. The stand up comedy from last night must've caused these many things being inside.

He starts the engine and immediately went to driving.

No point was made for driving so fast, he was already late.

Once he got to the bank, a long line blocked him from entering in, meaning he had to take the back way with all the dirty rats and roaches.

"Ughhh!" He groans angrily before shuffling over the many icky and sweaty shoulders and rushing to the back. Better get there before they come out and possibly give him a disease.

Running as fast as his short little legs could get him, he bursts through the door to find many vaults and safes. He runs to the front to find his new employer trying to calm an angry customer down. Rushing over to him, he pushes him aside and pulls a hand up towards the angry couple.

"Sir, ma'am, I'm gonna need you to explain the situation or leave this establishment immediately."

Cheesy's POV

"Well your stupid employer here doesn't understand anything except sneezing and coughing!" I can see the hurt in tissue's eyes. I tsk before pulling up a stern eye.

"I'm gonna ask one more time for a fully clear explanation about what is happening, or you can leave. I will help you out in this situation from this time and Tissues, please work on the other customers." I smile to him. He wipes his eyes before thanking me, and running to another booth.