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That fateful day, the day that I finally got a job, everything went to hell.
It was the 6th of June when I got the news, Gardenview Education Center and Museum accepted my application for "Toon Handler".
At the time, I didn't know what this job was about. I didn't even know what a Toon was, but I still applied since it was hard for me to find a job that didn't need me to be in the sunlight every day or one that wasn't a lame office job.
My interview was on Saturday, I was going to meet a woman called Delilah Keen and a man that went by Arthur Walton, the founders of the place. If everything went well, my coworkers would give me a quick rundown of the place and what I had to do.
As soon as I told my guardians, they threw a party for me, saying that it was wonderful and that I was going to do well. They invited my friends from 3 states over to our house and told me to enjoy myself before the interview.
Multiple guests showered me in praises and gifts: Chocolates, expensive clothing, jewelry, perfumes and a bunch of beautiful flowers.
The party ended with me thanking everyone for their support and especial thanks to my guardians for everything they did for me.
Thankfully I wasn't on the mood to drink so I was sober for my interview.
It was the morning of the day that I would finally be employed. I dressed nicely, applied perfume, and made a nice flower bouquet.
At 6:30 I took the train to the facility, and arrived one hour later. I felt the time ticking under my feet, slowly but firmly. With the bouquet in my hands, I stepped out of the train, feeling some curious looks and some giggles.
Sam Mclaughlin, my soon to be co-worker, guided me thought the facility. They dropped me just on the outside of Delilah's office, it smelled like brunt coffee and.. gasoline?
I knocked on the door twice, waiting for any type of confirmation or acknowledgemnt. As soon as a tired "Come in" was heard I entered the room and placed the flowers on the desk.
I was met with a tired woman in her late 20's covered in paperwork and some kind of ink.
To her side, I saw a man in maybe his 30's, much more lively and ready to answer every question that I had.
"So, you are Wynn Winter Winkle," She said without looking at me "You are in your 20's, have a rare condition, and you like handling kids. Is that right?"
I felt a shiver go down my spine, the coldness of her tone was everything she needed to intimidate me. "Yes, that's me."
She checked her paper once and looked at Arthur.
"You are aware that this job requires you to be on public and answer questions from kids, right?" This time, it was Arthur's voice, he was looking at me with a patient smile and maybe a sorry look.
I gave them a nod, knowing that a lot of kids would ask me for my appearance.
The owners gave a look to each other and handed me the contract.
I slowly read through the the terms and conditions, making sure I was getting everything. My soon to be job was from six in the morning to eight and the pay was plentiful.
As I reached the end of the document, I saw where to firm. I reached out for my pen and slowly but with conviction I signed in my spot, closing the deal and becoming a Toon Handler for Gardenview Educational Center and Museum.
As we left the office, Arthur told me that in the morning of the next monday I would meet the toon that I was in charge of: Wilder Dice.
This toon was, like his name, wild. And had a liking for magic shows. The Owner of the place also told me that this Toon was one of the main protagonists of the show.
Working and watching for, what I thought at the time, a kid would be easy. I had done this a lot of times: spending time with my cousins, taking care of young teens, and even helping at a hospital.
But nothing prepared me for what was there to come.