#anyways etho is a gas station cashier

[majickth]

Mister Etho Slab, Preferably from the Hermits Hollow AU bc i don't know if we saw him in it yet, but i would love to see him in it as your local EthoGirl

A gas station sits sandwiched between spindly pines and an outstretched road. Its lights flicker a fluorescent off-white glare, illuminating the sole occupant inside the store: a bored looking cashier who alternates between flicking through his phone and reading a magazine. He waves when you enter, but otherwise pays no mind other than looking up every so often to make sure you’re not shoplifting. You get the sense that, even if you were, he’d shrug and keep reading anyways.

It only hits you, when you’re elbow deep in the coolers reaching for a drink, why the place feels so…off. It’s not that it’s midnight and you’re the only customer here. It’s not the constant droning buzz of fluorescent lights. It’s that you don’t remember how you got here, or why, or where you’re going after. You’re stuck in a transitional point, a liminal station being neither here nor there, existing only in the confines of where you were before and where you will be soon. Wherever that may be.

“You shouldn’t think about it too much,” the cashier says, unprompted. “Places like these aren’t meant to be thought about.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him speak. In fact, it’s the first time anyone’s said anything at all since you first entered.

You decide it’s for the best to just pay for your drink and leave.