(Y/n) was never really one to judge someone on what they do for a living. She only judges on actions themselves. But dang do these animators get on her nerves.

She was called in one day by a company named Arch Gate Studios. Big business, from what she heard and from when she researched it. They were an animation studio, apparently. Many people come to check out the place because of its increasing popularity.

But when they called her, they said that employees heard scuttling through the walls. They suspect rats or some other rodent are in the building. And for a huge company like that, that's bad news for first impressions.

She said she was going to come in that day and check the place out. But they insisted she'd better come in at night because she would, quote on quote, "disturb the animators."

(Y/n) scoffed at that with a face. It sounded like they saw her as some disturbance of the peace or something. But she agreed to their terms, a job is a job.

She trudged to the new and fresh painted blue building. A large logo was to the front and the doors were shiny polished wood. There was a guy waiting at the doorway. He smiled when he saw her approaching.

"Ah, are you (y/n) (l/n) perhaps?" The girl glanced around, I mean, who else is here at 10 PM? She responded, "the one and only."

He chuckled at her, a smile pulling at his lips. He turned towards the door, and she followed him. "Good, good. We have been waiting for you."

The doors opened to a cozy looking studio. The place had shiny tiled floors and fresh lighting. Multiple doors led to small offices for the animators. The place was cool and smelled of cleaning supplies and coffee. Lots of coffee.

(Y/n) trudged behind the man, he glanced behind him. He had a pleasant smile on his face. "So, how come you don't have any gear on you?"

The question came out nonchalantly, and it didn't seem to have any jabbing tone to it. But to (y/n), she had a nagging feeling that it was. She frowned at him.

"I'm checking the place out if there really is a rodent in your walls," she said as she saw strange posters of cartoon characters. She added, "it's a protocol we take."

The man hummed in acknowledgment. "Well if you're only here for "protocols" and such, do you mind if you give the place a little cleaning?"

(Y/n) sucked in a breath. What? Before she could say that she really does mind, the man cut her off.

"We'll pay you a little extra for your favor. You see, our janitor has disappeared for a while now. And, judging by your resume, you had a large streak of janitorial-based jobs."

"Wha-"

"Thank you so much for your kindness!" The animator stated, eyes twinkling. (Y/n) was dumbfounded. "Welp, I'll be going now. Good luck finding those rats."

And just like that, the man left with a quick and hurried pace. His shoes tapped against the tiled floor. When the girl heard the front doors closing, she realized she was all alone now.

They left off by the elevators, to her side was a bucket full of dirty, soapy water and a scraggly mop. (Y/n) groaned in frustration at the audacity of that man. She really didn't want to clean up the stupid studio for them, it's not even her job to do!

She knew there was something cunning about that man. The way he smiled sharply at her and his eyes glinted, they probably were planning to make her clean the place since they saw her famous resume of job experience. They probably licked their chops at the sight of it. She rolled her eyes. Animators. Bah! Never trust them.

But, the pay is extra. And she had a pretty good deal of money being paid to her for this. She sighed, grabbing the gangly mop, beginning to mop the floors with distaste. The tool scraped wetly across the floor. Another day, another dollar, she kept telling herself.

Another day.

The first few chapters will be pretty short, it's like introducing the story. but once the story kicks off, the chapters will be longer!