STORY

STORY

FOOLS
It's sundown. Most people have cleared out of the event hall, but some have lingered, swapping stories and contact information for future get-togethers. But in the backrooms...
"......."
"I literally have no idea how this shitty disguise keeps working."
"Duuuuuude rich people will believe in ANYTHING! They're too scared to question shit, guess they're worried their bank account might be robbed or something. Paper plate mask gets them every time! >w<"
"Guess these people are stupider than we thought, can't even see past a paper plate and some glitter glue."
"Hey, you done moping around yet? Can we go home and split the earnings? It's killing me working the concessions and not actually being able to afford these fucking fries."
"Hahahaahahahahaahahaha!!!!!!!!! You're funny. >w<"
"You still have more work to do, Seven. Ow<"
".........."
No one is typing.