74B: Always Remember to Tip Your Server
May 31, 2020 22:13:12 GMT
Post by Nanami Hanabana on May 31, 2020 22:13:12 GMT
MPC Name: Slave Trade
MPC Number: 74B
Reward Requested: Bits
Our story today begins like every other story; A Burgamon walking down the road. This Burgamon wasn't just any Burgamon, however. This Burgamon was the focal point of today's story, hence why I'm bothering to write the intro by introducing her first. To her right, was a vast farmland. And in front of it was her workplace, Evil Burger. But today, this Burgamon wasn't walking alone. Because several meters behind her, a group of travelers just so happened to be going in the same direction. A small, pink-haired human girl, a very quiet Terriermon, a not-very quiet Lopmon, and a Falcomon looming in the Lopmon's blind spots, a fierce murderous intent in her eyes.
"Whoa! What is that!?" While they were traveling down the road, the pink-haired girl pointed towards the farmlands past Burgamon's workplace. "There's a bunch of bones sticking out of the ground! Is that supposed to be a graveyard, or something?"
"Are you really that dumb?" The Lopmon beside her asked. "We know you have meat in your world! Don't pretend you've never seen a meat farm before!"
"Wait... Meat grows from the ground over here!?" the human girl gasped.
"Well... duh! Does it grow someplace different in the human world?"
"Uhh... N-no! Definitely not! Ours grow from the ground, too! And all our cows and farm animals are alive and well!"
"Huh? Why we talkin' about cows now?"
Burgamon turned back to the group. "Umm... excuse me, but would you perchance be customers?" She gestured towards the rather bland-looking building, with a banner of a Devimon holding a burger in one hand and a thumbs-up gesture with the other.
The group seemed to have noticed the Burgamon for the first time, then stopped to look at her workplace. The group then shrugged.
"Yeah... no. That place looks tacky."
"Even if it comes from the ground here, eating meat all of a sudden kind of..."
"If everyone else is fine with it... no? Nevermind, then..."
"I see..." Burgamon had a relieved smile on her face as she sighed. The pink-haired girl seemed to pick up on this.
"Huh? Is everything alright?"
"It's nothing... It's just... well..."
"Your about to tell us your entire backstory in one sitting, aren't you..." Mocha asked with a groan.
"When I was a very young Digimon..."
"Goddammit!"
"I was never good at making burgers, like all the other Burgamon. So I was laughed at and ridiculed by all the other Digimon around me. They said... that I couldn't even make a decent ham sandwich!" The Burgamon seemed like she was going to break down into tears.
"Well, that's simple! If you wanna make a sandwich better, just put some more mayo- "
"Mocha. Be silent before I break your neck." Cream cut off her tasteless sister's comment before she could finish her blasphemy.
"Well... I trained and trained... but I was never able to get good at making burgers! But then one day, Devimon showed up and made me a deal! He said that he could help me make the best burgers in the Digital World, but only if I worked exclusively for him every day until his restaurant closed down!"
"Wait, so you're good at making burgers now? How did Devimon manage to do that?"
"That is... well..." Burgamon's face went completely jovial for a second. "Actually, he gave me access to his Skillshare account! Have you ever wanted to learn how to do something out of the ordinary or interesting? Well you can, by taking classes online at Skillshare.com, which are taught by instructors and have their own class rosters. Heck, I learned how to cook burgers AND make a ham sandwich the RIGHT way, by using Skillshare. So what are you waiting around for? There are DOZENS of online courses that you can take ranging from Physics, all the way to fingerpainting! Make sure to enter the code Evilburger666 to get your first 2 months of Skillshare Premium for FREE!" (#notsponsored)
"Umm... right, well..." The pink-haired girl didn't know quite how to respond. "Anyway, what's wrong with being good at something you always wanted to be good at?"
"Because... I've finally learned my lesson!" Burgamon explained. "Even though I'm good at making burgers now, I no longer want to do it anymore! I want to travel the world and find my true calling in life! But... now I'm stuck working in this place for the rest of my life... A slave to Devimon's contract!"
"Right," The Lopmon stated, continuing to walk onward. "Well, good luck with all of that!"
"Hold it, Mocha! Maybe there's something we can do to help!" The pink girl stepped in front of the Lopmon.
"Devimon can be a strong Digimon," The Terriermon stated. "It may not be possible for us to defeat him, so a direct confrontation should be avoided..."
"There you have it, Stupid Nanami," The Lopmon stated. "Cream's right. Besides, if you tried to help, you'd definitely only make things worse."
"M-maybe you're right..." The girl's eyes dropped to the ground as her cheerful expression faded. Then just as quickly returned as her eyes lit up. "Mocha, you're a genius! I have a plan!"
Thanks to her conversation with the travelers, Burgamon ended up being very late for work. When she arrived, Devimon was not pleased.
"Burgamon, you are over an hour late for your shift!" He reprimanded the Digimon. He looked like most other Devimon, except for the fact that he wore large horn-rimmed glasses and wore a plaid blue bowtie.
"I am ever-so-sorry Mr. Devimon! I was held up by travelers, but I am ready to perform my job to the best of my abilities, as laid out in our previously exposited contract!"
"That is good to hear, Burgamon. I will need you to work extra hard today, because all of our other staff has mysteriously disappeared. Do you know why my entire staff has vanished, Burgamon!"
"My only guess is that a Digimon with ninja training has successfully taken out and subdued your staff one-by-one without anyone noticing!" Burgamon answered. Devimon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Perhaps, but Digimon with ninja training normally don't come out to these parts. I will have to ponder this later..." Then, three customers walked into the restaurant, heading straight to the front desk. Devimon turned around to greet the customers."Welcome to Evil Burger, where you'll surely lose your soul for another bite! Mwahahaha!"
"Hiya! I'm Nanami, and these are my partners, Mocha and Cream!" The girl greeted with a smile on her face, a Lopmon and Terriermon on each shoulder. They each held up three fingers. "We would like three hamburgers! Also, we'd like to become your slaves!"
Devimon was stunned silent for a good long moment. "Come again now?"
"Three orders of slavery, please! And a small orders of fries, but could you hold off on putting a bunch of salt on them? My doctor tells me to avoid sodium!"
"You... want to become slaves? Just like that? Normally, people ask for some kind of favor before I make a deal for their mortal soul..."
"Hmm... Can you make world peace? End pollution, racism, and animal cruelty forever and ever?"
"That's all uh... someone else's jurisdiction."
"Well, bummer. We'll just become slaves for free, then!"
"And you're sure? You're all so young, and offering your freedom is a steep price to pay for... nothing. Huh... Wait... why am I trying to convince you otherwise?"
"Mr. Devimon, we should hire them on as staff. After all, we are understaffed as it is!" Burgamon recommended. The demon-man Digimon beside Burgamon nodded.
"You're right... we'll just have to make due with these... weirdos..." Devimon suddenly put out his hand towards the girl. An ominous black aura surrounded it. "Very well! Upon this binding handshake, in exchange for... well... absolutely nothing... you will become subservient to me! You will work without pay for the rest of your life, or until this restaurant ceases operation! What say you!?"
Nanami, Mocha, and Cream exchanged looks with one another, and nodded. Nanami put out her hand, and the three simultaneously spat into the girls hand before grasping Devimon's darkness-inducing grasp. Devimon cringed as the girl's disgusting hand grasped his own, and he wiped it off on his leg after their handshake. "Pleasure doing business with you!"
"Oh... I can assure you that the pleasure will be all mine... now get to work, slaves!" He began laughing maniacally as he vanished into the shadows, presumably to fill out some EVIL employee-related paperwork.
"Are you all sure about this...?" Burgamon asked the trio. The girl just replied with a wink.
"Don't worry about us! We know what we're doing! But... what exactly should we be doing?"
As Burgamon was working in the kitchen, Nanami, Mocha, and Cream were taking order from customers. Things... weren't going too smoothly, due to their inability to do so. Burgamon looked on at the orders she was supposed to be making.
But still, it was Burgamon's job to make burgers to the best of her ability, so that's what she decided to do as well.
Things... Didn't work out quite well, however. Most of the customers couldn't eat the food that Burgamon prepared, and the waiting staff didn't improve things, either. After all single day, the customers rioted, destroying the tables and demanding refunds. After they all left, swearing to never return. In a single day, Devimon's business was completely ruined.
"No..." He lamented on his hands and knees. He seemed on the verge of tears, so Nanami offered him a comforting pat on the back as consolation. "How... did this this happen?"
"To be perfectly honest, Mr. Devimon... we kind of sabotaged your business on purpose..."
"You... what!?" Devimon stood up to his full height as the little girl darted away from the fiendish Digimon. "And how did you purposefully sabotage my restaurant when part of our contract was that you had to work to the best of your ability?"
"And that's exactly what caused your downfall..." Cream's voice called out. Devimon suddenly turned around to the source of the voice.
"Well... you made the mistake of taking on Stupid Nanami as a slave!" Mocha replied, resting atop the sole undamaged table with a smug grin. Cream was resting beside her. "You may have been desperate for help, but having no one at all would have been better than letting that idiot help out!"
"That's right!" Nanami said, giving her partners a thumbs-up. Devimon gave the girl a blank stare.
"You did realize that she just insulted you right now, right?"
"Yes, but that's as close to a compliment that I'm going to get from her! I'll take it!"
"I see..." Devimon shook his head. "Wait, no... No matter how awful the wait staff is, the quality of Burgamon's burgers alone should be enough to keep the customers here! And while the human girl is incredibly incompetent, I know for a fact that Burgamon is skilled!"
That was when Burgamon came out of the kitchen, a sly smile on her face. "Well... you see, Mr. Devimon... I am in fact not Burgamon at all!" Her voice suddenly changed to another Digimon's voice entirely.
"Mu-kun!?" Nanami gasped in surprise. Then again, she was wondering what she was up to, seeing as the author decided to mention her presence in the very beginning of the story.
"That is correct!" She stated. "Forgive me for fooling you, Lady Nanami, but we believed it was a better idea than just becoming slaves!"
"Mostly because that was a terrible idea in the first place..." Mocha wryly commented.
"Your idea was perfectly sound, Lady Nanami!" The Falcomon in disguise commented. "However, Lady Cream and the brown one decided to create a fail-safe for your plan! So... While Devimon was not paying any attention, I snuck into the restaurant and subdued the previous staff members, one-by-one!" She suddenly pulled out a feather-shaped kunai and threw it at the door handle of a supply closet. It unlocked it, and the door came flying open as all the old staff came tumbling out. Among them was the real Burgamon. "Then, using the techniques I developed from my ninja training, I took on Burgamon's appearance, but unlike the being I was imitating, I had no such experience with cooking!"
"It's true. She cooked for us once, and we threw up for about three days straight!" Mocha added. Another dagger was sent flying near her feet, causing the Lopmon to fall off the table in attempt to avoid it.
"Silence! Eating disgusting food trains your mind and body and helps create a centered..." Despite the Falcomon's excuses, she seemed to be on the verge of tears from Mocha's comments.
"Then... it is my complete defeat, then..." The Devimon suddenly admitted, a looming dark aura surrounding his entire body. Nanami pulled out her Digivice, ready for a fight, but then Devimon suddenly shrugged. "Welp, you win some, you lose some, I guess! You're all free to go!"
"Wh-what?"
"Yeah, I'm a little mad that you all tricked me into making you slaves and then using that to take advantage of me and ruining a major passion project of mine, but what can you do? Life moves on, as they say! Sure, my business is ruined, but at least I still have all that oil stock!" He spread his wings out, flying straight through the ceiling and into the skies above. "Maybe we'll meet again, little girl and her annoying compatriots! Ta-ta for now!"
"You know... I wasn't expecting it to go down like that..." Mocha admitted. "I mean... it was Devimon. I figured there would be some kinda fight or something..."
"Maybe. But then again, maybe the author noticed the word count, and decided to abruptly end the story."
"Yeah. The author sure can be a lazy bitch someti
Word Count: 2334
MPC Number: 74B
Reward Requested: Bits
Our story today begins like every other story; A Burgamon walking down the road. This Burgamon wasn't just any Burgamon, however. This Burgamon was the focal point of today's story, hence why I'm bothering to write the intro by introducing her first. To her right, was a vast farmland. And in front of it was her workplace, Evil Burger. But today, this Burgamon wasn't walking alone. Because several meters behind her, a group of travelers just so happened to be going in the same direction. A small, pink-haired human girl, a very quiet Terriermon, a not-very quiet Lopmon, and a Falcomon looming in the Lopmon's blind spots, a fierce murderous intent in her eyes.
"Whoa! What is that!?" While they were traveling down the road, the pink-haired girl pointed towards the farmlands past Burgamon's workplace. "There's a bunch of bones sticking out of the ground! Is that supposed to be a graveyard, or something?"
"Are you really that dumb?" The Lopmon beside her asked. "We know you have meat in your world! Don't pretend you've never seen a meat farm before!"
"Wait... Meat grows from the ground over here!?" the human girl gasped.
"Well... duh! Does it grow someplace different in the human world?"
"Uhh... N-no! Definitely not! Ours grow from the ground, too! And all our cows and farm animals are alive and well!"
"Huh? Why we talkin' about cows now?"
Burgamon turned back to the group. "Umm... excuse me, but would you perchance be customers?" She gestured towards the rather bland-looking building, with a banner of a Devimon holding a burger in one hand and a thumbs-up gesture with the other.
The group seemed to have noticed the Burgamon for the first time, then stopped to look at her workplace. The group then shrugged.
"Yeah... no. That place looks tacky."
"Even if it comes from the ground here, eating meat all of a sudden kind of..."
"If everyone else is fine with it... no? Nevermind, then..."
"I see..." Burgamon had a relieved smile on her face as she sighed. The pink-haired girl seemed to pick up on this.
"Huh? Is everything alright?"
"It's nothing... It's just... well..."
"Your about to tell us your entire backstory in one sitting, aren't you..." Mocha asked with a groan.
"When I was a very young Digimon..."
"Goddammit!"
"I was never good at making burgers, like all the other Burgamon. So I was laughed at and ridiculed by all the other Digimon around me. They said... that I couldn't even make a decent ham sandwich!" The Burgamon seemed like she was going to break down into tears.
"Well, that's simple! If you wanna make a sandwich better, just put some more mayo- "
"Mocha. Be silent before I break your neck." Cream cut off her tasteless sister's comment before she could finish her blasphemy.
"Well... I trained and trained... but I was never able to get good at making burgers! But then one day, Devimon showed up and made me a deal! He said that he could help me make the best burgers in the Digital World, but only if I worked exclusively for him every day until his restaurant closed down!"
"Wait, so you're good at making burgers now? How did Devimon manage to do that?"
"That is... well..." Burgamon's face went completely jovial for a second. "Actually, he gave me access to his Skillshare account! Have you ever wanted to learn how to do something out of the ordinary or interesting? Well you can, by taking classes online at Skillshare.com, which are taught by instructors and have their own class rosters. Heck, I learned how to cook burgers AND make a ham sandwich the RIGHT way, by using Skillshare. So what are you waiting around for? There are DOZENS of online courses that you can take ranging from Physics, all the way to fingerpainting! Make sure to enter the code Evilburger666 to get your first 2 months of Skillshare Premium for FREE!" (#notsponsored)
"Umm... right, well..." The pink-haired girl didn't know quite how to respond. "Anyway, what's wrong with being good at something you always wanted to be good at?"
"Because... I've finally learned my lesson!" Burgamon explained. "Even though I'm good at making burgers now, I no longer want to do it anymore! I want to travel the world and find my true calling in life! But... now I'm stuck working in this place for the rest of my life... A slave to Devimon's contract!"
"Right," The Lopmon stated, continuing to walk onward. "Well, good luck with all of that!"
"Hold it, Mocha! Maybe there's something we can do to help!" The pink girl stepped in front of the Lopmon.
"Devimon can be a strong Digimon," The Terriermon stated. "It may not be possible for us to defeat him, so a direct confrontation should be avoided..."
"There you have it, Stupid Nanami," The Lopmon stated. "Cream's right. Besides, if you tried to help, you'd definitely only make things worse."
"M-maybe you're right..." The girl's eyes dropped to the ground as her cheerful expression faded. Then just as quickly returned as her eyes lit up. "Mocha, you're a genius! I have a plan!"
Thanks to her conversation with the travelers, Burgamon ended up being very late for work. When she arrived, Devimon was not pleased.
"Burgamon, you are over an hour late for your shift!" He reprimanded the Digimon. He looked like most other Devimon, except for the fact that he wore large horn-rimmed glasses and wore a plaid blue bowtie.
"I am ever-so-sorry Mr. Devimon! I was held up by travelers, but I am ready to perform my job to the best of my abilities, as laid out in our previously exposited contract!"
"That is good to hear, Burgamon. I will need you to work extra hard today, because all of our other staff has mysteriously disappeared. Do you know why my entire staff has vanished, Burgamon!"
"My only guess is that a Digimon with ninja training has successfully taken out and subdued your staff one-by-one without anyone noticing!" Burgamon answered. Devimon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Perhaps, but Digimon with ninja training normally don't come out to these parts. I will have to ponder this later..." Then, three customers walked into the restaurant, heading straight to the front desk. Devimon turned around to greet the customers."Welcome to Evil Burger, where you'll surely lose your soul for another bite! Mwahahaha!"
"Hiya! I'm Nanami, and these are my partners, Mocha and Cream!" The girl greeted with a smile on her face, a Lopmon and Terriermon on each shoulder. They each held up three fingers. "We would like three hamburgers! Also, we'd like to become your slaves!"
Devimon was stunned silent for a good long moment. "Come again now?"
"Three orders of slavery, please! And a small orders of fries, but could you hold off on putting a bunch of salt on them? My doctor tells me to avoid sodium!"
"You... want to become slaves? Just like that? Normally, people ask for some kind of favor before I make a deal for their mortal soul..."
"Hmm... Can you make world peace? End pollution, racism, and animal cruelty forever and ever?"
"That's all uh... someone else's jurisdiction."
"Well, bummer. We'll just become slaves for free, then!"
"And you're sure? You're all so young, and offering your freedom is a steep price to pay for... nothing. Huh... Wait... why am I trying to convince you otherwise?"
"Mr. Devimon, we should hire them on as staff. After all, we are understaffed as it is!" Burgamon recommended. The demon-man Digimon beside Burgamon nodded.
"You're right... we'll just have to make due with these... weirdos..." Devimon suddenly put out his hand towards the girl. An ominous black aura surrounded it. "Very well! Upon this binding handshake, in exchange for... well... absolutely nothing... you will become subservient to me! You will work without pay for the rest of your life, or until this restaurant ceases operation! What say you!?"
Nanami, Mocha, and Cream exchanged looks with one another, and nodded. Nanami put out her hand, and the three simultaneously spat into the girls hand before grasping Devimon's darkness-inducing grasp. Devimon cringed as the girl's disgusting hand grasped his own, and he wiped it off on his leg after their handshake. "Pleasure doing business with you!"
"Oh... I can assure you that the pleasure will be all mine... now get to work, slaves!" He began laughing maniacally as he vanished into the shadows, presumably to fill out some EVIL employee-related paperwork.
"Are you all sure about this...?" Burgamon asked the trio. The girl just replied with a wink.
"Don't worry about us! We know what we're doing! But... what exactly should we be doing?"
As Burgamon was working in the kitchen, Nanami, Mocha, and Cream were taking order from customers. Things... weren't going too smoothly, due to their inability to do so. Burgamon looked on at the orders she was supposed to be making.
Drimogemon over on Table 3 is having a really bad day. He didn't do so
great at work today and his bosses are considering passing him over for
a bonus. When you're preparing his meal, can you arrange his pickles in
the shape of a smiley face? Even if he never notices it, I'm sure that
it'll make him happier somehow!
- Nanami xoxox <3!!!! I hope you're having a good day!!!!!
just get table 6 w/ever. im taking my 30.
- cream
table 12 pissed me off, so get them all a poop milkshake. i can supply
the ingredients if you don't gotta go. also this drimogemon-bastard at
another table won't shut up about how miserable his life is, so can you
spit in his food or something?
- mocha
What was this all supposed to be? It seemed like Nanami was trying to be extra nice, but she neglected to even mention what kind of order Drimogemon even wanted in the first place! Cream was just being lazy, and Mocha clearly just hated her job! But still, it was Burgamon's job to make burgers to the best of her ability, so that's what she decided to do as well.
Things... Didn't work out quite well, however. Most of the customers couldn't eat the food that Burgamon prepared, and the waiting staff didn't improve things, either. After all single day, the customers rioted, destroying the tables and demanding refunds. After they all left, swearing to never return. In a single day, Devimon's business was completely ruined.
"No..." He lamented on his hands and knees. He seemed on the verge of tears, so Nanami offered him a comforting pat on the back as consolation. "How... did this this happen?"
"To be perfectly honest, Mr. Devimon... we kind of sabotaged your business on purpose..."
"You... what!?" Devimon stood up to his full height as the little girl darted away from the fiendish Digimon. "And how did you purposefully sabotage my restaurant when part of our contract was that you had to work to the best of your ability?"
"And that's exactly what caused your downfall..." Cream's voice called out. Devimon suddenly turned around to the source of the voice.
"Well... you made the mistake of taking on Stupid Nanami as a slave!" Mocha replied, resting atop the sole undamaged table with a smug grin. Cream was resting beside her. "You may have been desperate for help, but having no one at all would have been better than letting that idiot help out!"
"That's right!" Nanami said, giving her partners a thumbs-up. Devimon gave the girl a blank stare.
"You did realize that she just insulted you right now, right?"
"Yes, but that's as close to a compliment that I'm going to get from her! I'll take it!"
"I see..." Devimon shook his head. "Wait, no... No matter how awful the wait staff is, the quality of Burgamon's burgers alone should be enough to keep the customers here! And while the human girl is incredibly incompetent, I know for a fact that Burgamon is skilled!"
That was when Burgamon came out of the kitchen, a sly smile on her face. "Well... you see, Mr. Devimon... I am in fact not Burgamon at all!" Her voice suddenly changed to another Digimon's voice entirely.
"Mu-kun!?" Nanami gasped in surprise. Then again, she was wondering what she was up to, seeing as the author decided to mention her presence in the very beginning of the story.
"That is correct!" She stated. "Forgive me for fooling you, Lady Nanami, but we believed it was a better idea than just becoming slaves!"
"Mostly because that was a terrible idea in the first place..." Mocha wryly commented.
"Your idea was perfectly sound, Lady Nanami!" The Falcomon in disguise commented. "However, Lady Cream and the brown one decided to create a fail-safe for your plan! So... While Devimon was not paying any attention, I snuck into the restaurant and subdued the previous staff members, one-by-one!" She suddenly pulled out a feather-shaped kunai and threw it at the door handle of a supply closet. It unlocked it, and the door came flying open as all the old staff came tumbling out. Among them was the real Burgamon. "Then, using the techniques I developed from my ninja training, I took on Burgamon's appearance, but unlike the being I was imitating, I had no such experience with cooking!"
"It's true. She cooked for us once, and we threw up for about three days straight!" Mocha added. Another dagger was sent flying near her feet, causing the Lopmon to fall off the table in attempt to avoid it.
"Silence! Eating disgusting food trains your mind and body and helps create a centered..." Despite the Falcomon's excuses, she seemed to be on the verge of tears from Mocha's comments.
"Then... it is my complete defeat, then..." The Devimon suddenly admitted, a looming dark aura surrounding his entire body. Nanami pulled out her Digivice, ready for a fight, but then Devimon suddenly shrugged. "Welp, you win some, you lose some, I guess! You're all free to go!"
"Wh-what?"
"Yeah, I'm a little mad that you all tricked me into making you slaves and then using that to take advantage of me and ruining a major passion project of mine, but what can you do? Life moves on, as they say! Sure, my business is ruined, but at least I still have all that oil stock!" He spread his wings out, flying straight through the ceiling and into the skies above. "Maybe we'll meet again, little girl and her annoying compatriots! Ta-ta for now!"
"You know... I wasn't expecting it to go down like that..." Mocha admitted. "I mean... it was Devimon. I figured there would be some kinda fight or something..."
"Maybe. But then again, maybe the author noticed the word count, and decided to abruptly end the story."
"Yeah. The author sure can be a lazy bitch someti
Word Count: 2334