Unfunny Super Eyes Chapter 1: Chapter 1 Coffee Booth

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THEY'RE LOOKING AT ME! HELP THE SHADOWS ARE LOOKING AT ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Cake jolted from the nightmare, screaming at dark imaginations. Putting his back against the wall, the world was breathing hard, moving in a rhythm that slowly spun. Without thinking, he grabbed the nearest weapon, a plastic spoon, intending to use it as a last defence. A fist slammed onto the booth's counter, and reality came crashing back. The boy jumped, pointing the trembling spoon at a wrinkled old man whose face was so red, it looked like he would explode with anger. 'Hey kid! Scream on your own time! I want my coffee NOW!' Frantically searching every corner of the booth, Cake saw the neatly stacked paper cups, the small box where the spoon came from, the ancient coffee machine. There were no eyes here. 'Coffee? Coffee? C-coming right up.' Calling Cake a barista was a stretch. The coffee machine only had three faucets. One for water, one for milk, and another for the mud that disguised itself. A toddler could do this job. His boss just wouldn't be convinced of upgrading to an automatic machine. Outside, a sign lied, BEZO'S EXPRESSOS: THE BEST OF THE BEST . 'Kids these days.' The old man spat on the ground before accepting his cup, 'can't earn an honest paycheck without bleeding their lungs out.' 'I'm- I'm not being paid to do this, sir,' Cake answered dropping the spoon and feeling embarassed. The old man scowled before spitting on the ground again. He took a sip of his coffee and then walked away, mumbling to himself about the good old days. # The city never had any good old days. It had old days, sure, none of which were good. In the early 2010s, 20% of all humanity suddenly developed a Twist in their DNA. A minimum security prison, for small-time Twisted individuals, was made in the middle of Texas. It housed villains too dangerous to keep with non-powered prisoners, but too stupid, weak, or disabled to truly be a national threat. But to have a prison, you need guards, right? A lot of them. These are dangerous folk. So much so, you need to start making housing. Of course, the Twist epidemic needed to be studied too, so you need research stations. And those guys need housing as well. And a little shop. And a big shop. And a hotel. And a bank. And around that prison grew a small, shady town. Walls fell. The town and the prison became one, and the same, and the inmates still came pouring in. Now it was named Augment City after the crime family that took over. 20% in the outside was 80% here. The agreement with Augment City and the rest of the world was clear. You don’t come here. We don’t go over there. Was it the worst place in the world? Probably not. Was crime infesting every corner? Was an ominous gray sky always hanging over the city? Yes and yes, but still, there are worse places to be. At least here, cheap coffee still existed. # Cake pulled back his tiny stool and sat, trying to calm himself down. The shadows weren't real. They were never real. When he closed his eyes, though, they looked at him. He slapped himself. The loony asylum wasn’t far, and staying there wasn’t on the agenda. With a shaky breath. He looked back across the street and said a silent prayer that the panic attack hadn’t taken too much time. Directly across from the coffee stall was Royal, a rundown mall filled with all manner of grime, or at least that’s how Cake’s boss described it. Bezo’s Expressos wasn’t allowed inside, and a one-sided grudge bloomed to life. Beside the mall was a gym filled with sweaty airheads who went to the mall to cool off. Outside the mall was a security deposit locker, protected only by a simple combination lock and an overweight security guard. Gym goers would them go into the mall, putting all their faith into minimum wage. At around 10:20 in the morning, the streets would go quiet and security guard of the year would leave for a small snack break in the bathroom. The only problem now was actually opening the lock. Luckily, Cake wa