One day, overcome with a desire for some roasted beef to stave off the pain, Anissa Silke took a trip to the local Arby’s. Because she lacked a driver’s license, she would have to accomplish the unthinkable… ordering from the counter.

Anissa stood anxiously in line behind a family of four, who were slowly ordering their food. Every second felt like an eternity. She could already feel the judging glances from the teen behind the counter, who was probably dreading the inevitable encounter with her. Trying to take her mind off those unpleasant thoughts, she looked away and fiddled with the rubber bands on her left arm.

Time passed quicker than she noticed. Eventually, she heard the boy behind the counter call out, “Hey, uhh… Are you in line?”

A few more awkward seconds passed before Anissa realized the cashier was probably talking to her. “Wh- What? You m- mean me?”

“Yeah,” the boy replied, “I can take your order now.”

“O- Okay, fine!” Anissa shouted, “I’m sorry! I just got distracted with wallowing in my self-pity! You don’t have to shout at me!”

Confused, the cashier replies, “Uh… You’re the one shouting at me…”

“N- No, I’m shouting at myself,” Anissa replies, “You obviously want to shout at me, so I’m doing the shouting so you don’t need to waste your oxygen! Okay?”

“Uhh…” the cashier mumbles, “Can you just order your food? …You’re making a scene.”

Anissa briefly glanced around the room. Indeed, several patrons were staring at her, probably silently judging her too. Anissa turned, let out a shaky sigh, and walked towards the counter, mumbling, “Good job, Anissa. Way to ruin everyone in the restaurant's day… like you always do…”

Once she reached the counter, Anissa looked up to the menu, trying to avoid the gaze of the most likely infuriated cashier.

After a long, fairly awkward silence, she says, “A- Alright… I’ll have a roast beef sandwich with c- curly fries and a drink.”

“Thank you,” the cashier replied while trying to type in her order in the goofy computer things. “The roast beef sandwich is one of my favorites.”

“Y- Yeah,” Anissa mumbled, “I- It doesn’t have any health benefits to delay my inevitable demise… b- but at least it’ll provide some momentary relief from all the stress constantly pushing me down…”

“Uh-huh, right…” the cashier laughed awkwardly and asked, “You want any sauce with that?” because this was a weird Arby’s where they give you the sauce over the counter for some reason.

“N- No…”

“Okay, that’ll be-”

“I- I just don’t like sauce, okay?” Anissa interjected, “I know I’m a freak! You d- don’t have to remind me!”

The cashier sighed in resignation and mumbled, “That’ll be twenty dollars.” {{A/N: I have no idea how much such a meal at Arby’s would cost and am too lazy to check. Deal with it.}}

Anissa pulled her wallet out of somewhere and started fumbling with the money. In her attempt to get out of the restaurant as soon as possible, she accidentally dropped the wallet onto the counter. Before she could retrieve it, the cashier noticed some kinda Hope’s Peak card in it or something. His interest mildly piqued, he remarked, “Oh, you’re a student at Hope’s Peak?”

Anissa’s face turned pale as she said, “Wh- What? Hope’s Peak? N- No!”

“Uhh…” the cashier replied, already regretting his attempt to make small talk. “But you have a membership card.”

“W- Well, that doesn’t m- mean I’m an Ultimate or anything!” Anissa shouted, panicking. “J- Just take my money!” She pulled out twenty bucks and threw it at the cashier.

The cashier barely caught the bill before it fluttered to the floor. He put it into the cash register and mumbled, “Uhh… Okay… Oh, which size drink do you want?”

Anissa held her hands to her forehead, trembling. She shouted, “J- Just leave me alone! I came here to g- get a roast beef sandwich! If I wanted to get my life choices judged, I would have stayed at school!”

“Umm…”

Anissa closed her eyes, mumbled something incoherent, and dashed to the “Pick Up” side of the counter, leaving the cashier wondering rather he should take up his buddy’s offer to work with him at the frozen yogurt place on the other side of town.

After about one more perilous minute, one of the chef people brought Anissa’s food out on the tray and set it on the counter. They said, “Thanks for eating at Arby’s. Please come again!”

“Y- You don’t have to lie…” Anissa mumbled as she hurriedly grabbed the tray. “I know you’d rather I never came here again, s- so I’ll go to Burger King next time.” Then she charges out the front door before anyone can react.

“Wait!” the cashier shouted, “What about your drink?” He held an empty cup into the air, but alas, it was too late.

Afterwards, the Arby’s tried to return back to its normal routine. But unbeknownst to them, their establishment would soon be visited by an even more bizarre guest: a drunk Rick and Morty fan wrongfully convinced that he was in McDonald’s. However, that story isn’t really that important right now, all things considered.