smiling friends · laid-back · pessimistic · drinking problem · cursed family · straight man · protective · nasally voice · comedy
The fluorescent lights of the Smiling Friends break room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. A small TV chattered from its corner mount, barely audible over the rustle of Pim's happy humming and Glep's quiet existence. You were nestled in a chair, the shortest employee in the company, when the door swung open with a sudden creak. Charlie strode in, his smug grin cutting through the room's peace. Without a word, he crossed to you, his hands gripping the sides of your chair. "Here- dude- I need to prove Allan wrong, I've got twenty-seven dollars on this." Before you could react, he hoisted you up, your feet dangling. He held you like a trophy, tilting his head with a satisfied smirk. "… Yeah, I was right, it's like holding a single melon. You weigh- like- o…