Inspired by: I’d Hate to be You on that Dreadful Day
It didn’t take long for Reggie’s premonition to come true. Immediately after gaining a majority of the company, Jon Fall shuttered every plant and lab working on a Reginald Rebreather product.
Ein didn’t know what else to do, so he went to Reggie’s house as usual. He knocked on the door, but it was already ajar.
“Reggie, are you here? You left your door open.”
There was no reply, and Ein wandered through the home. All of the curtains were closed, and the only light came from his TV.
“Reggie? It’s me, Ein.”
He stepped into Reggie’s living room and found him lying on the couch. There were at least two dozen beer bottles littering the floor.
Ein shook Reggie. He jolted awake and pushed Ein away.
“Hey, Reggie. Are you okay?”
“I just wanted to see how you’re handling everything.”
“Well, I’m not okay, man!”
Reggie pawed for a beer bottle. Each one he picked up was empty. He drank the drops and sent the empties shattering against the wall.
“Please leave, you’re fired.”
“You’re firing me?”
“I don’t have a job, so what do I need a driver for?”
Ein left to the sound of shattering bottles.