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Drip. Drip.
    With a bright flash of lightning and a dull roar of thunder in the distance, the brown stallion stirred in his sleep. Opening a lazy emerald eye, Wally stared up at the ceiling, slightly dazed and drowsy from his restless night of sleep. He attempts to move to turn off his blaring alarm clock but found his body too heavy. Maybe just a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Drip. Drip.
    Wally let out a groan. The roof is leaking again. Another thing to add to his mental To-do list that will inevitably be forgotten. Begrudgingly, the horse sat up from his bed and gently tapped his alarm to silence itself. Time to start on another day. After trudging through his ransacked apartment to find a clean shirt and slacks, Wally made his way down the stairs that entered into the breakroom of the café. Time to open up shop. He’s a little late but no one ever shows up this early in the morning anyways. It would be a miracle if anyone besides Mr. Rush decided to come into the establishment on a cold, dreary day like this.
    Turning the corner into the dark café, Wally was greeted by a pair of piercing blood red eyes. With a bright flash of lightning, a dark menacing silhouette stood in the doorway of the café.
Wally: AAAH! HRK--*coughs loudly into his arm, backing up against the doorframe of the breakroom*
???: Oh come now, Walter. I’m not that terrifying...usually.
    Quickly flicking on the lights, the room illuminated and revealed a rather tiny deep indigo pegasus with a long lion-like tail that curled around her person. Her bright red eyes never leaving Wally’s face, except for a brief moment to look above his head.
Wally: *shivers, suddenly getting a chill* O-oh, Pandie. It’s just you, heheh..heh….. H-how did you..? I thought I had locked the front door last night before heading to bed..
    The lightning struck once more, but rather than see her foreboding shadow...she was gone. After the thunder roared, her voice sounded from behind him, in one of the darker corners of the room.
Pandie: Have you truly forgotten about my ability to move in the darkness?
Wally: *jumps and spins around* R-right, hahah.. How could I have forgotten…? *before coughing into his arm*
    It had only been a month prior that Pandie walked into Wally’s life. It didn’t take long for introductions to be made and for the stallion to realize he literally had Death on his doorstep… asking for a job at his café of all things. A little reluctantly, Wally gave Pandie the job and for the last month, he was surprised to see that she was one of his best workers. Well, despite the unnerving glares she would occasionally give his patrons and the snide, backhanded comments she would give to Wally and the other baristas. It was quite obvious that Death was not a social butterfly… She had about as much tact as a wooden plank.
Wally: Mmm.. Well uh.... Good morning. *before going to the front door to unlock it and flip the sign to “Open” *
Pandie: Yes..’good’. Shall I fetch the buckets...again?
Wally: *looks up at the leaking roof and to the puddles on the ground* Mmm.. probably a good idea. I’ll get the mop..
    Pandie moved to the back room to grab the stack of buckets kept for roof leakage. Taking hold of it to bring out, she looked at the hidden spot on the wall she had discovered before going back into the main room. Placing the buckets, in their respective places, with mostly muscle memory at this time, she sighed to herself before grumbling.
Pandie: Perhaps you should actually call somepony to fix it this time…
Wally: *ears perk as he looked up from his task* Oh, hehe.. You are probably right. I’ll be sure to do that later today… *before going back to his mopping*
Pandie: Are you actually going to, or will this idea too be lost to the oblivion within your skull?
Wally: *tenses a little, before shooting a glare at Pandie* … No I’ll do it… Don’t you have a floor to sweep or something..?
Pandie: Oh pardon me, your Majesty… *grabbing the broom, she gives a him a sneer before turning her back on him*
    And so the day went on, like the day before and the day before that. Shortly before noon, Mr Rush would drop by for his daily cup of coffee and then leave to go work on his mountain of paperwork. And just like every day before, not another patron would come in for quite sometime. The clock ticked on and the most interesting part of Pandie’s day was watching the buckets slowly fill up with water. Until…
    The front door of the café swings open wildly and slams into an adjacent wall with a loud crack. Storming into the establishment, drenched from head to hoof was a familiar yet quite unnerving sight: Cinnamon Bark, another part time employee at A Whole Latte Love café. In her fist clenched a drenched piece of paper, which she slapped on the counter with a loud huff.
Pandie: Oh goodie. What have I done to be graced by your smiling face today, Cinnamon? I didn’t think they let you out of Tarturus on off days.
Cinnamon: Can it, you pint-sized blueberry midget! Where is that bumbling oaf, Walter Nutt? I greatly desire to have a word with him… *snarling through gritted teeth*
Pandie: Blueberry...midget?...Has your thirst for the large bat finally been squashed? I don’t think Walter’s your type…
Cinnamon: *face turns bright red, eye twitching* WILL YOU SHUT YOUR DISGUSTING MOUTH?! Your breath is nasty! You need to find a good hygienist! And you are wasting my breathing air with your stank! Where. Is. Walter?
Pandie: Hmhmhm… says the drowned sewer rat with the face even Cerberus would run from, and that’s saying something~.
Wally: *from the back room* Is that Cinny’s voice I hear? *enters the main café, tilting his head in confusion* What are you doing here? You don’t work again until next Tuesday…
Cinnamon: YOU!
Wally: *wide eyes and backs away* M-me?
Cinnamon: *picks up her soggy piece of paper* Are you naturally an idiot or were you dropped on your head too many times as a colt? How were you able to pass High School without having any ability to do even the simplest of math!
Wally: *ears fold back* E-Excuse me?
Cinnamon: *shoves the paper into Wally’s chest* Did you fail English too? Let me break this down into smaller words you can understand: You messed up my paycheck… AGAIN!!!
Wally: *takes the paper and looks at it, seeing it was indeed Cinnamon’s paycheck* … this has the amount I wrote on it..
Cinnamon: Praise the Sun, you can read.. Yes, Walter, but it has the wrong amount! I obviously worked Tuesday, Friday and Saturday which is 30 hours of pay but this..! *points at the paycheck* Only has 25 hours worth of pay, Walter! Where are my extra 5 hours, Walter?!
Wally: *stares at the paycheck, his mind thinking back to earlier* …..
Cinnamon: Don’t you ignore me!! I want my money, dammit!!
Pandie: ...I am also missing hours. I’m just not going to lose my mind over it like a blubbering child…
Cinnamon: Tch, well aren’t you a precious little angel! Unlike doormats like you, I like getting paid for the full amount of effort and time I put into this dump! *referencing the buckets with her hand*
Pandie: Well if time equals being a mouth-breather and standing there, Of course. Effort...what effort? You text on your phone all day, leave everything to whoever has the ungodly displeasure of working with you, and to be quite frank… you’re a waste of space. Unlike spoiled bitchy brats like you, I know how to manage my funds and mommy and daddy didn’t have to force me to find a job because I’m a spoiled princess...that is why you’re here, isn’t it?
Cinnamon: *the fur around her neck standing up on end like an angry cat* How DARE you?! I didn’t come here to be insulted, especially for all my family has done for the Bean family in the past! *looks at Wally* And this is how you repay my family… by cheating me out of my well earned paycheck and probably stuffing your fat wallet! How could you?
Wally: *ears fold back, wide eyed* I didn’t mean too, I swear! It was a complete accident, I must have just.. mixed up your hours with another barista’s. I’ll get you your money by the end of the week…
Cinnamon: I want my money now, Walter!
Wally: *sweats a little, coughing into his arm* MMm, I-I can’t do it now.. The end of the week is the best I can do. Please, Cinny..
Pandie: Take it or get out...I can’t listen to your incessant barking any longer. I actually have work to do and the back room is still gross and I need to figure out what else I must do to fix it, so end your quarrel and leave.
Cinnamon: *shoots a glare at Pandie like she was about to retort but stops.. Her ear twitches, like a light bulb going off* …. Right. You do that, Pandie. *turns to Wally, a impish grin on her face* I want my paycheck by the end of the week, Walter… Or else.
Wally: *a little unnerved* R-right. I’ll be sure to get this sorted out…
Cinnamon: You better! *looks at Pandie* Have fun working in this nasty, gross dump of a café… *storms out of the café, kicking over a bucket full of water before slamming the door shut*
Wally: *leans against the wall and slumps* Ugh… what a nightmare… *rubs his temples before coughing loudly into his arm again*
    With the exception of his coughing and the sound of the rain pounding on the building, there was silence. That is until…
Pandie: ...You...you truly are a doormat…
Wally: *lets out a loud sigh* Pandie, I don’t need this right now.. I have a lot on my plate as it is..
Pandie: You have no idea what you’re doing, do you? Did you not come up with a plan, think about this...at all? What exactly did you plan to do? Fly by on the seat of your pants and pray the gods smile on you...? Because they seem to have dropped a turd at your hooves instead…
Wally: *glares at Pandie, giving a strained grin* Yes… it seems that they have.. *as he stared at her* A small, blue one…
Pandie: As I see it, they left me with a giant, bumbling, hulking tan pile of excrement I have the pleasure of working with… *eyes narrow*
Wally: Wonderful. At least we can agree on something. *turns to go get the mop to clean up the spilled bucket*
Pandie: ….You would have been better off selling the building than destroying the legacy left behind… *growls*
Wally: *tenses and stops for a moment, his hands gripping the mop hard enough audible splintering noises were heard* … I wouldn’t have inherited this building if it wasn’t for you.
Pandie: Excuse me…?
Wally: *turns and glares* Don’t play stupid with me. You know exactly what you did. If it wasn’t for you, they would still be alive. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be working myself sick to keep this place running. If it wasn’t for you, everything would be back to how it was! How it was supposed to be!
Pandie: What the hell do you mean…”If it wasn’t for me?!” I am not to blame for your failings, Walter!
Wally: My Grandparents! Java and Jelly Bean? Do they ring any bells or have you forgotten them through the masses of lives you have taken over the years?
    Pandie’s pupils widen slightly, before they shrink, becoming small slits. Her muzzle crinkles and she flashes her fangs, baring them at him. Pandie’s long tail whips wildly, and she has to stop herself from letting out a terrible snarl.
Pandie: How dare you...How DARE you, you insignificant WORM! You think I killed them?! You think I just kill ponies and do this for fun!?
Wally: Didn’t you come into my café and declare that you are Death?! Or was that just some joke or trick to get the job?
Pandie: ...You’re just like every other mortal in this pathetic realm. You see Death, and you blame and curse it. Death is to blame for your misdeeds, not your own incompetence. Death is why you fail. Death is so unfair… Death is so cruel. WELL I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! My job is to guide spirits to their resting places! I don’t kill anypony! I don’t cause it! But you’re so lost in your own self pity to see that! *pulls off her apron and throws it at his face, a green viscous fluid dripping from between her fangs from all her yelling* Well you can ROT in all that misery for all I care!
Wally: *is taken back, eyes wide as he stares at the green fluid coming from Pandie’s mouth* …… *takes a few steps back from fear*
Pandie: Burn…
    With that she turns, opening the door. Within the darkness of the storm, she vanishes.
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Drip. Drip.
    With a bright flash of lightning and a dull roar of thunder in the distance, the brown stallion stirred in his sleep. Opening a lazy emerald eye, Wally stared up at the ceiling, slightly dazed and drowsy from his restless night of sleep. He attempts to move to turn off his blaring alarm clock but found his body too heavy. Maybe just a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
Drip. Drip.
    Wally let out a groan. The roof is leaking again. Another thing to add to his mental To-do list that will inevitably be forgotten. Begrudgingly, the horse sat up from his bed and gently tapped his alarm to silence itself. Time to start on another day. After trudging through his ransacked apartment to find a clean shirt and slacks, Wally made his way down the stairs that entered into the breakroom of the café. Time to open up shop. He’s a little late but no one ever shows up this early in the morning anyways. It would be a miracle if anyone besides Mr. Rush decided to come into the establishment on a cold, dreary day like this.
    Turning the corner into the dark café, Wally was greeted by a pair of piercing blood red eyes. With a bright flash of lightning, a dark menacing silhouette stood in the doorway of the café.
Wally: AAAH! HRK--*coughs loudly into his arm, backing up against the doorframe of the breakroom*
???: Oh come now, Walter. I’m not that terrifying...usually.
    Quickly flicking on the lights, the room illuminated and revealed a rather tiny deep indigo pegasus with a long lion-like tail that curled around her person. Her bright red eyes never leaving Wally’s face, except for a brief moment to look above his head.
Wally: *shivers, suddenly getting a chill* O-oh, Pandie. It’s just you, heheh..heh….. H-how did you..? I thought I had locked the front door last night before heading to bed..
    The lightning struck once more, but rather than see her foreboding shadow...she was gone. After the thunder roared, her voice sounded from behind him, in one of the darker corners of the room.
Pandie: Have you truly forgotten about my ability to move in the darkness?
Wally: *jumps and spins around* R-right, hahah.. How could I have forgotten…? *before coughing into his arm*
    It had only been a month prior that Pandie walked into Wally’s life. It didn’t take long for introductions to be made and for the stallion to realize he literally had Death on his doorstep… asking for a job at his café of all things. A little reluctantly, Wally gave Pandie the job and for the last month, he was surprised to see that she was one of his best workers. Well, despite the unnerving glares she would occasionally give his patrons and the snide, backhanded comments she would give to Wally and the other baristas. It was quite obvious that Death was not a social butterfly… She had about as much tact as a wooden plank.
Wally: Mmm.. Well uh.... Good morning. *before going to the front door to unlock it and flip the sign to “Open” *
Pandie: Yes..’good’. Shall I fetch the buckets...again?
Wally: *looks up at the leaking roof and to the puddles on the ground* Mmm.. probably a good idea. I’ll get the mop..
    Pandie moved to the back room to grab the stack of buckets kept for roof leakage. Taking hold of it to bring out, she looked at the hidden spot on the wall she had discovered before going back into the main room. Placing the buckets, in their respective places, with mostly muscle memory at this time, she sighed to herself before grumbling.
Pandie: Perhaps you should actually call somepony to fix it this time…
Wally: *ears perk as he looked up from his task* Oh, hehe.. You are probably right. I’ll be sure to do that later today… *before going back to his mopping*
Pandie: Are you actually going to, or will this idea too be lost to the oblivion within your skull?
Wally: *tenses a little, before shooting a glare at Pandie* … No I’ll do it… Don’t you have a floor to sweep or something..?
Pandie: Oh pardon me, your Majesty… *grabbing the broom, she gives a him a sneer before turning her back on him*
    And so the day went on, like the day before and the day before that. Shortly before noon, Mr Rush would drop by for his daily cup of coffee and then leave to go work on his mountain of paperwork. And just like every day before, not another patron would come in for quite sometime. The clock ticked on and the most interesting part of Pandie’s day was watching the buckets slowly fill up with water. Until…
    The front door of the café swings open wildly and slams into an adjacent wall with a loud crack. Storming into the establishment, drenched from head to hoof was a familiar yet quite unnerving sight: Cinnamon Bark, another part time employee at A Whole Latte Love café. In her fist clenched a drenched piece of paper, which she slapped on the counter with a loud huff.
Pandie: Oh goodie. What have I done to be graced by your smiling face today, Cinnamon? I didn’t think they let you out of Tarturus on off days.
Cinnamon: Can it, you pint-sized blueberry midget! Where is that bumbling oaf, Walter Nutt? I greatly desire to have a word with him… *snarling through gritted teeth*
Pandie: Blueberry...midget?...Has your thirst for the large bat finally been squashed? I don’t think Walter’s your type…
Cinnamon: *face turns bright red, eye twitching* WILL YOU SHUT YOUR DISGUSTING MOUTH?! Your breath is nasty! You need to find a good hygienist! And you are wasting my breathing air with your stank! Where. Is. Walter?
Pandie: Hmhmhm… says the drowned sewer rat with the face even Cerberus would run from, and that’s saying something~.
Wally: *from the back room* Is that Cinny’s voice I hear? *enters the main café, tilting his head in confusion* What are you doing here? You don’t work again until next Tuesday…
Cinnamon: YOU!
Wally: *wide eyes and backs away* M-me?
Cinnamon: *picks up her soggy piece of paper* Are you naturally an idiot or were you dropped on your head too many times as a colt? How were you able to pass High School without having any ability to do even the simplest of math!
Wally: *ears fold back* E-Excuse me?
Cinnamon: *shoves the paper into Wally’s chest* Did you fail English too? Let me break this down into smaller words you can understand: You messed up my paycheck… AGAIN!!!
Wally: *takes the paper and looks at it, seeing it was indeed Cinnamon’s paycheck* … this has the amount I wrote on it..
Cinnamon: Praise the Sun, you can read.. Yes, Walter, but it has the wrong amount! I obviously worked Tuesday, Friday and Saturday which is 30 hours of pay but this..! *points at the paycheck* Only has 25 hours worth of pay, Walter! Where are my extra 5 hours, Walter?!
Wally: *stares at the paycheck, his mind thinking back to earlier* …..
Cinnamon: Don’t you ignore me!! I want my money, dammit!!
Pandie: ...I am also missing hours. I’m just not going to lose my mind over it like a blubbering child…
Cinnamon: Tch, well aren’t you a precious little angel! Unlike doormats like you, I like getting paid for the full amount of effort and time I put into this dump! *referencing the buckets with her hand*
Pandie: Well if time equals being a mouth-breather and standing there, Of course. Effort...what effort? You text on your phone all day, leave everything to whoever has the ungodly displeasure of working with you, and to be quite frank… you’re a waste of space. Unlike spoiled bitchy brats like you, I know how to manage my funds and mommy and daddy didn’t have to force me to find a job because I’m a spoiled princess...that is why you’re here, isn’t it?
Cinnamon: *the fur around her neck standing up on end like an angry cat* How DARE you?! I didn’t come here to be insulted, especially for all my family has done for the Bean family in the past! *looks at Wally* And this is how you repay my family… by cheating me out of my well earned paycheck and probably stuffing your fat wallet! How could you?
Wally: *ears fold back, wide eyed* I didn’t mean too, I swear! It was a complete accident, I must have just.. mixed up your hours with another barista’s. I’ll get you your money by the end of the week…
Cinnamon: I want my money now, Walter!
Wally: *sweats a little, coughing into his arm* MMm, I-I can’t do it now.. The end of the week is the best I can do. Please, Cinny..
Pandie: Take it or get out...I can’t listen to your incessant barking any longer. I actually have work to do and the back room is still gross and I need to figure out what else I must do to fix it, so end your quarrel and leave.
Cinnamon: *shoots a glare at Pandie like she was about to retort but stops.. Her ear twitches, like a light bulb going off* …. Right. You do that, Pandie. *turns to Wally, a impish grin on her face* I want my paycheck by the end of the week, Walter… Or else.
Wally: *a little unnerved* R-right. I’ll be sure to get this sorted out…
Cinnamon: You better! *looks at Pandie* Have fun working in this nasty, gross dump of a café… *storms out of the café, kicking over a bucket full of water before slamming the door shut*
Wally: *leans against the wall and slumps* Ugh… what a nightmare… *rubs his temples before coughing loudly into his arm again*
    With the exception of his coughing and the sound of the rain pounding on the building, there was silence. That is until…
Pandie: ...You...you truly are a doormat…
Wally: *lets out a loud sigh* Pandie, I don’t need this right now.. I have a lot on my plate as it is..
Pandie: You have no idea what you’re doing, do you? Did you not come up with a plan, think about this...at all? What exactly did you plan to do? Fly by on the seat of your pants and pray the gods smile on you...? Because they seem to have dropped a turd at your hooves instead…
Wally: *glares at Pandie, giving a strained grin* Yes… it seems that they have.. *as he stared at her* A small, blue one…
Pandie: As I see it, they left me with a giant, bumbling, hulking tan pile of excrement I have the pleasure of working with… *eyes narrow*
Wally: Wonderful. At least we can agree on something. *turns to go get the mop to clean up the spilled bucket*
Pandie: ….You would have been better off selling the building than destroying the legacy left behind… *growls*
Wally: *tenses and stops for a moment, his hands gripping the mop hard enough audible splintering noises were heard* … I wouldn’t have inherited this building if it wasn’t for you.
Pandie: Excuse me…?
Wally: *turns and glares* Don’t play stupid with me. You know exactly what you did. If it wasn’t for you, they would still be alive. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be working myself sick to keep this place running. If it wasn’t for you, everything would be back to how it was! How it was supposed to be!
Pandie: What the hell do you mean…”If it wasn’t for me?!” I am not to blame for your failings, Walter!
Wally: My Grandparents! Java and Jelly Bean? Do they ring any bells or have you forgotten them through the masses of lives you have taken over the years?
    Pandie’s pupils widen slightly, before they shrink, becoming small slits. Her muzzle crinkles and she flashes her fangs, baring them at him. Pandie’s long tail whips wildly, and she has to stop herself from letting out a terrible snarl.
Pandie: How dare you...How DARE you, you insignificant WORM! You think I killed them?! You think I just kill ponies and do this for fun!?
Wally: Didn’t you come into my café and declare that you are Death?! Or was that just some joke or trick to get the job?
Pandie: ...You’re just like every other mortal in this pathetic realm. You see Death, and you blame and curse it. Death is to blame for your misdeeds, not your own incompetence. Death is why you fail. Death is so unfair… Death is so cruel. WELL I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! My job is to guide spirits to their resting places! I don’t kill anypony! I don’t cause it! But you’re so lost in your own self pity to see that! *pulls off her apron and throws it at his face, a green viscous fluid dripping from between her fangs from all her yelling* Well you can ROT in all that misery for all I care!
Wally: *is taken back, eyes wide as he stares at the green fluid coming from Pandie’s mouth* …… *takes a few steps back from fear*
Pandie: Burn…
    With that she turns, opening the door. Within the darkness of the storm, she vanishes.
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Well... RIP the ship.... Just kidding!! This is only the beginning! Tune in next time to see what happens to the fate of Wally, Pandie and the cafe!!

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