Ummm, Cheesed To Meet You? [Denji / Sun & Moon]
Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2022 3:09 am
Another day of the world's largest militaries targeting him for his beloved Pochita, another dollar. Assuming Denji gets paid to clean up after children and their lazy parents, anyways. He gets paid to slay Devils all day, so it's not like being paid to be a janitor would be particularly hard to arrange. Luckily most of his work was done once the building was empty, though there was usually a mess or two that couldn't be neglected during business hours. It was probably less creepy to clean surrounded by families and such, but he hated being looked down on. Ironic, considering he's looked down upon the majority of his respective canon. Oh, well. There's a difference between Makima looking down upon him and other people doing so. Plus, cleaning is kind of embarrassing. Oohoo, look at him sweeping up thousands of little sprinkles like a wittle maid boy!
The lack of robotic janitors didn't really make sense to Denji, but to be fair, not a whole lot about the place in general did. He had no idea how something could be programmed to have near-human capabilities and not have to deal with the flaws of being human-- being injured didn't hurt the animatronics, did it?-- but still be commanded by a lifeform that seemed so inferior. Granted, Devils made contracts and allowed humans to command them as well, but at least in that case they'd straight up devour a human that doesn't hold up their side of the deal. Denji is unaware of any such things happening with the animatronics, but it still unsettled him whenever he was around any of them. There's an uncanniness that comes alongside something that acts and speaks similarly to another human but isn't organic.
The same could be said for a Hybrid like him too, probably. What's stopping him from deciding to massacre the entire building? Other than the threat of being put down like a dog, anyways. Well... more than people think. People used to disgust Denji, nothing more than a bunch of creeps who wanted cheap labor or to kick somebody while they were down. With his fusion with Pochita, however, he's come to understand warmth and kindness. ...Sort of. Even after a life plagued by poverty and sickness, he's still being used by the people around him that so easily gain his trust through feigned kindness. Mostly women, for some reason. All of the men who have attacked him so far have been straightforward and cut to the chase. Something about not being able to teach a kicked dog a new trick.
He has a promise he made to Pochita that he intends to keep, so if he has to clean up piss, so be it. He's been kicked and berated before, he can handle something as simple as changing the toilet paper rolls if it meant he could eat good food and sleep in a warm bed. He'd fish a hundred dirty diapers out of the toilets if it meant he could live comfortably forever. He never said he would be pleased about doing any of that, but at the end of his shift, it was all worth it.
Pushing the cart of cleaning supplies around the building, he looks for anything that might be out of place or messier than it should be. Mopping a few spots, sweeping here and there, returning things to where they belong. He wasn't an expert in cleaning, but he knew when something was out of place or that a puddle in the middle of the floor wasn't supposed to exist. He had also become pretty good at avoiding the map bots at least, though it was more than he'd prefer that he was scared half to death by one of them.
Holding the employee's door to the Daycare open with his foot, he shuffles the cart through the doorway. A lot easier than the first time he had to clean up in there. He, uh... well, the first time he had tried to clean up in the Daycare he had assumed the ballpit was the only way in and had made quite a fool of himself trying to figure out how to get his supplies there with him. That was a lot of overthinking and cringing on his part after that particular shift, to be completely honest. What's being a teenager if the majority of choices made aren't humiliating looking back?
He pulls the broom off of the cart and begins by sweeping up whatever was a bit too hard to be simply picked up. Crumbs, glitter, small bits of arts and crafts, whatever-- as long as he didn't have to bring in any special cleaning supplies or equipment, he didn't really put much thought into what he was sweeping up. As he gets to work, he occasionally glances around and over his shoulder. He's never had to deal with any children left behind, assuming that sort of thing was taken care of far before his shift began. It was, but his assumption that a call to the parents or authorities was made was only half right, especially if they had somehow gotten out of the Daycare and roamed the rest of the Pizzaplex.
"Pochita, you smellin' anybody?" He asks out loud, to which a revving sound rumbling from his chest is returned. Good. Denji might behave more like one, but children weren't the kind of people he was used to being around. Even the scared children he protected by killing Devils didn't sit quite right with him. That's probably something about his own childhood being stripped away from him. Or that most of his thoughts consisted of how much he wanted to touch some titties. He was bisexual, so it wasn't like he didn't ever think of men, but his past of whoring himself out had made him realize that most of the comfort he craved came from women rather than men who only wanted something to fuck. Kind of bleak, really. "Good, 'cause I really dunno how t'deal with kiddos... 'S already freaky enough when there's nobody around, anyways."
The lack of robotic janitors didn't really make sense to Denji, but to be fair, not a whole lot about the place in general did. He had no idea how something could be programmed to have near-human capabilities and not have to deal with the flaws of being human-- being injured didn't hurt the animatronics, did it?-- but still be commanded by a lifeform that seemed so inferior. Granted, Devils made contracts and allowed humans to command them as well, but at least in that case they'd straight up devour a human that doesn't hold up their side of the deal. Denji is unaware of any such things happening with the animatronics, but it still unsettled him whenever he was around any of them. There's an uncanniness that comes alongside something that acts and speaks similarly to another human but isn't organic.
The same could be said for a Hybrid like him too, probably. What's stopping him from deciding to massacre the entire building? Other than the threat of being put down like a dog, anyways. Well... more than people think. People used to disgust Denji, nothing more than a bunch of creeps who wanted cheap labor or to kick somebody while they were down. With his fusion with Pochita, however, he's come to understand warmth and kindness. ...Sort of. Even after a life plagued by poverty and sickness, he's still being used by the people around him that so easily gain his trust through feigned kindness. Mostly women, for some reason. All of the men who have attacked him so far have been straightforward and cut to the chase. Something about not being able to teach a kicked dog a new trick.
He has a promise he made to Pochita that he intends to keep, so if he has to clean up piss, so be it. He's been kicked and berated before, he can handle something as simple as changing the toilet paper rolls if it meant he could eat good food and sleep in a warm bed. He'd fish a hundred dirty diapers out of the toilets if it meant he could live comfortably forever. He never said he would be pleased about doing any of that, but at the end of his shift, it was all worth it.
Pushing the cart of cleaning supplies around the building, he looks for anything that might be out of place or messier than it should be. Mopping a few spots, sweeping here and there, returning things to where they belong. He wasn't an expert in cleaning, but he knew when something was out of place or that a puddle in the middle of the floor wasn't supposed to exist. He had also become pretty good at avoiding the map bots at least, though it was more than he'd prefer that he was scared half to death by one of them.
Holding the employee's door to the Daycare open with his foot, he shuffles the cart through the doorway. A lot easier than the first time he had to clean up in there. He, uh... well, the first time he had tried to clean up in the Daycare he had assumed the ballpit was the only way in and had made quite a fool of himself trying to figure out how to get his supplies there with him. That was a lot of overthinking and cringing on his part after that particular shift, to be completely honest. What's being a teenager if the majority of choices made aren't humiliating looking back?
He pulls the broom off of the cart and begins by sweeping up whatever was a bit too hard to be simply picked up. Crumbs, glitter, small bits of arts and crafts, whatever-- as long as he didn't have to bring in any special cleaning supplies or equipment, he didn't really put much thought into what he was sweeping up. As he gets to work, he occasionally glances around and over his shoulder. He's never had to deal with any children left behind, assuming that sort of thing was taken care of far before his shift began. It was, but his assumption that a call to the parents or authorities was made was only half right, especially if they had somehow gotten out of the Daycare and roamed the rest of the Pizzaplex.
"Pochita, you smellin' anybody?" He asks out loud, to which a revving sound rumbling from his chest is returned. Good. Denji might behave more like one, but children weren't the kind of people he was used to being around. Even the scared children he protected by killing Devils didn't sit quite right with him. That's probably something about his own childhood being stripped away from him. Or that most of his thoughts consisted of how much he wanted to touch some titties. He was bisexual, so it wasn't like he didn't ever think of men, but his past of whoring himself out had made him realize that most of the comfort he craved came from women rather than men who only wanted something to fuck. Kind of bleak, really. "Good, 'cause I really dunno how t'deal with kiddos... 'S already freaky enough when there's nobody around, anyways."