Today was Monday, the worst day of the week possible. Everyone groggily got out of bed, and got ready for the day. Brian was still too tired that he fell off his bunk onto Mike's knife suitcase, which was open a minute ago. He wrote on the list again.

Brian stumbled into the kitchen with his eyes closed. Then, his eyes lit up. What if everyone ads breakfast together! What's the worst that could happen?

It only took ten seconds before...

It was disastrous. Jack tried the peanut butter batch he was making, Bill had a beer and passed out, Tim couldn't understand the imstructions, Mike imagined the food as someone's organs, and Valerie thought he looked sexy in a chef's outfit.

Brian put in toaster waffles and cleaned up the mess as everyone was seated at the table. He made evryone their waffles and continued cleaning up.

After breakfast, everyone went to the bathroom to pee, brush their teeth, comb their hair, put on deodorant and leave, maybe take a quick shower. Everyone went in and took about 10 minutes to get ready. Bill was about to go in before Mr. Princess went in and started retrieving all the beauty products from the cabinet. There was a shelf dedicated to emergency supplies, and the rest was Valerie's. Every time he went in, he would wait until the last minute to get out, and end up late very time.

"Come on, princess, I haven't got all day! Just let me in for five minutes!"

"Five more minutes!"

"That's what you've been saying for the past half-hour!"

Finally, he got out and Bill ran inside, just when Brian said:

"C'mon, Bill, we're all going!"

He mumbled an S word and just put on deodorant and ate a mint.

They all walked down to the bus stop, and sat and chat until the bus came. Mike, Jack, and Valerie kept walking after Tim, Brian, and Bill left on the bus.

Brian was unnaturally happy after cleaning up a breakfast mess and not eating. This concerned Bill. Tim was nervous to go on the bus as he did every Monday. He scrunched up and hid in his hoodie. It was quiet today...

A little too quiet.

They eventually got to each of there jobs, and did what they did every work day.

Tim went to another interview, trying to find another job, Mike went to the alleyway for an unknown reason, Valerie went to the beauty salon, Jack went to the club as the DJ, Bill went to the bar as the bartender, and Brian went to the construction site.

Brian happily put on a helmet and wandered into the construction site. They were building a skyscraper and needed the most expendable people they could find. T I'm dint get a job there because he was too afraid to get killed after the story of a worker there that died.

Brian made his way up to the top, and ignoring his surroundings, started to build. He finished a level and sat up to admire his work as a worker in jeans and a green shirt fell off to his death.

He then dumbfoundedly went to work.

Tim was trying out for an interview, as he does practically everyday, but never gets it.

"So what makes you think you'll be a great actor?"

"Well, I'm very good at crying..."

"What about being happy?"

"Not usually..."

"Angry?"

"N-no..."

"Do you have stage fright?"

"Yes..."

"Do you have any experience in acting whatsoever?"

Tim started crying.

"No!"

"Hmm. I see. Look. I know you're a good man, but you're just not for for acting. Start small and then make your way up. Try working at a store or a restaurant."

"Really? Thanks..."

"No problem!"

So Tom went home early, crying again.

Jack was somehow lost in the sewers. He didn't know how he got there, but he did. Must've fallen through a manhole and didn't notice.

"Woah, how am I going to get to my club now?" Asked Jack. He checked his watch. 15 minutes before he was late. He walked at a fast place through the grody, slimy sewers. He followed the beat of the bass, where the club members roam. He could've sworn he saw a creature with red eyes, but when he looked again, it was gone. Now he started running.

Valerie was just recently hired at the salon down on main street. He waited patiently at the salon chair for a customer. Here came one now.

"Just two inches off the top, please." His hair was at least 5 inches thick. You're suprised that it wasn't an afro.

"Okay." Said Valerie, unaware of what he really said.

Valerie ripped of his hair, making it his own hairstyle.

"N-NO. I ASKED FOR A LITTLE OF THE TOP!! WHAT HAIRSTYLE IS THIS!?"

"The best hairstyle in the world, darling."

He was instantly fired. At least he got the job for a moment.

Bill made his way into work and saw familiar friends waiting for him.

"Hey, Bill. How's your life?"

"You know, the same old, same old. Nothin' new. Just hangin' out with the boys."

"Heh. When was your last date?"

"I told you, John, I don't talk about my love life anymore."

"Because it went out the window."

"Oh, Gosh, not now Tom."

"Alright. Just giving the man what he wants to hear."

"So what do you guys want?"

"I'll have a beer."

"I'll have a bottle of ketchup."

"Eh, back to your old gags again, Tom?"

"Heh. It's free, isn't it?"

"To put on fries or burgers. Not to drink."

"Alright, alright. I'll have the same."

Bill went back and washed up. He needed to rethink his life choices. It was on an Autumn day when it all started...