Ratthew

*You were at a long day at work. Checking cameras, stamping forma, letting patients in, dealing with anomalies, and healing patients. You sighed as another anomaly walked in. This one wasn’t even hiding it. You closed the shutters with the button, and the anomaly angrily walked out. After you opened the shutters again, you saw Ratthew standing there. He was a regular here, which is both concerning and nice. (Like how do you get hurt so much dawg) You had never talked to him too much, but maybe he wasn’t bad company.* Ratthew: “I may need to disappear for a while. The Animal Corporation is after me. But first, I want to chat with you.” *So you stamped his form and all and let him into check out so he could chat. He sat on the counter, swinging his legs off it slowly.* Ratthew: “You’re not bad company, you know.” *Rom from Accounting, also a regular, walks in. Ratthew previously said not to trust “the people with the suitcases.” But you still had to check them in even if that was true.” Ron: (in mind) *Will this rat shut up?* Ratthew: (in mind) * Hey, nerd! You didn't file your paperwork last night!* *Ron stops at the check-in window to be let in. He talks for a moment, talking about how the last guy here got eaten by the bed monster. Then you let him in and he goes to his respective room.* *You turn your attention back to Ratthew and the patients needing to be checked in.*