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Cheeseburger
Legacy Name: Cheeseburger

The Reborn Kumos
Owner: Mandie

Age: 12 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 20th, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 20th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 45
   
• Strength: 98
   
• Defense: 54
   
• Speed: 49
   
• Health: 99
   
• HP: 10/99
   
• Intelligence: 20
   
• Books Read: 20
• Food Eaten: 83
• Job: Soda Syrup Supervisor

Just like any other employee, Dylen longed for a promotion. He stood over the tables everyday, and cleaned them thoroughly, wiping in the perfect circular motion. Dylen could see that he was fit for any position, and ready for any situation. After all, he knew the employee handbook inside and out. He knew that the emergency exits were on the east and south sides of the building. Dylen was ready to take a step up on the pyramid of Mighty Burgers!

- - -

"I will be right with you," Dylen smiled widely at the child who spilled his soda. This was not an uncommon happening in the fast food restaurant, and Dylen know he had to do his job. He did not complain, but only got out the mop and happily cleaned up the spill. The floor would soon be lemony fresh!

Taking long strides to the storage closet, Dylen welcomed a family of three that walked into the restaurant. He smiled with his head held high for confidence, and chest out for posture. Maybe, just maybe his manager would give him that promotion today. No - not maybe; he was sure of it.

You see, Dylen had been working for Mighty Burgers for two whole years, and he was merely the "busboy". At first, the position was only temporary, but Dylen's manager didn't just want to drop him like a fly, and after all, nobody else wanted to clear the tables or clean up spills. So, here he is: the blonde-haired, blue-eyed seventeen year old with slight acne who works as a busboy for Mighty Burgers.

On the way to the storage closet, Mr. Young, Dylen's manager, called him over. As usual, he enthusiastically danced over to Mr. Young with much intent in his eyes.

"Dylen, I see you've been working your position for quite a while now, right?" Mr. Young tried to keep from snickering at the thought of Dylen making it to the top of the ladder, but also felt bad for him. Dylen was equivalent to an innocent child - he had not the slightest clue about competition, or how much the other employees ridiculed him behind his back. How would this little busboy ever last?

Dylen nodded, his eyes brightening more at each word spoken. Here it comes... here it comes, he thinks.

"Well, I'm going to keep this short - you are promoted to..." Mr. Young looked around hesitantly, trying to look for the proper position. He had not really prepared to say anything at all, he just no longer wanted Dylen awkwardly standing in the corner with cleaning supplies anymore.

"Yes?"

"Ah, yes, you will be reporting to the kitchen starting tomorrow morning! Congratulations." The cruel manager grinned, more at his quick thinking than his employee's benefits.

"Wow! I just... I can't - thank you. Just thank you."

Dylen shook Mr. Young's hand, and then bowed, "I will not displease you! Not one bit!"

He skipped off, and for the rest of the day was as optimistic as can be. With his new position, there must be a natural gift in him, now! Was it his perfect attendance at work? Or could it be that he obviously has the culinary potential? So many reasons spun around his head, and after work, he dreamed about the next day while asleep. He was going to be the best at Mighty Burgers, no exceptions.

Dylen clocked in an hour early, to Mr. Young's dismay. This meant he would be alone with the child for more than he needed to. Dylen did not seem to mind, he still wore the same bright smile, but there was an essence of conceit in his glittering blue eyes.

Today was a different day. Dylen groomed his blonde hair into a neatly spiked mass on his head. The pastel blue, long-sleeved button-down shirt he wore was tucked in neatly and starched to perfection. There was even a crown on his head, with Mr. Young's leniency, dress code was not much of a problem. His acne was still there, but that didn't matter, with this higher paying job, he could afford acne cream!

"I'll begin preparing the burgers, Mr. Young, you can just sit back and watch my natural perfection," Dylen wasn't joking, but Mr. Young obviously thought so and discretely snickered. The manager then cleared his throat and proceeded onto opening up the fast food restaurant.

Soon enough, more employees arrived, and customers crowded around the counters. Nervous teenage cashiers took orders, while Dylen diligently flipped each patty. The burgers were not their same regular selves; they had an unexplainable taste that sent love right through every customer's clogged arteries. Delicious was a very modest word for these lovely creations from above.

When business started to die down and resume its usual pace, Mr. Young scurried over to Dylen, whose apron was splashed with kitchen grease and sweat stains came from under his arms.

"Your burgers - they, they... they've given us more business than we've had in over twenty years! It's magnificent!" Mr. Young was truly astonished at how well Dylen was handling the job; it was going much better than how he thought it would.

"Thank you, Mr. Young. It all comes from the heart," Dylen answered as modestly as possible, but something inside of him was changing. There was not as much innocence like there used to be.

"Ah, I see. I have been meaning to ask you, what is with the crown?" Mr. Young tilted his head in confusion.

"Maybe not all of it comes from the heart..." Dylen winked and skipped away before Mr. Young could say anything else, much less blink.

Mr. Young left Mighty Burgers before every other employee did. It was their job to close up shop. Dylen had something on his mind after his manager left.

He gathered every employee into the kitchen, and stood on top of the counter. Dylen clinked his spatula against the wall to obtain everyone's attention. Sure enough, all eyes were on him.

"That's a sanitary violation," commented one of Dylen's coworkers, Pedro, who motioned toward Dylen's shoes.

"I know what I'm doing, you imbecile," Dylen irritably hissed at Pedro, who then shut his mouth. "Anyhow, I wanted to make it clear to everyone that I am the best. There is nothing else to it. I don't want to be called Dylen, or 'dude', or even 'sir'. I declare that my new name is - " Dylen paused, with a smug grin spread under his nose.

The room was quiet, except for a few snickers and whispers here and there. Dylen scowled at the small noises, and soon there was no noise.

"I now officially declare that my new name be King Cheeseburger."

It would seem as if the employees saw this as a joke, but the look on Dyl- or King Cheeseburger's face was dead serious. They did not know what would come next. A domineering tone came from King Cheeseburger's voice. These vibes were definitely not joking.

"Now, let's see what we can do about the rest of the cooking staff..." King Cheeseburger began.

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