Tuesday.

For most people, Monday was the worst day of the week. For Chauncey Pheasant, however, Tuesdays were far worse.

Chauncey, age 27, was a janitor for the Harps Community Building. The HCB was old, and constantly being worked on by some city official who wanted to renovate it. Currently, the HCB was being used as a meeting place for various occasions.

Tuesday was the day after Monday, as everyone knows. For Chauncey, it was simply the day after the Weekly Monday Gardener's Party. The Gardeners were a group of older people who got the idea that every Monday they would have a party in the Harps Community Building. The problem with these parties was that they were messy. Like, kids birthday party and he invited all the kids in the neighborhood messy. So every Tuesday, Chauncey would go to work and spend the entire day cleaning out the dirt, mud, spilled seeds, garbage, and other things that the Gardeners left behind.

Chauncey stuck his mop back into the soapy bucket, brushing his strawberry blonde hair out of his face. It was difficult, being the only janitor the HCB had, but he was used to it by now. It wasn't like his town, St. Denchurch, ever really cared that much about their employees. Janitors were especially ignored. His green eyes swept over the room, making sure he didn't forget anything. The room sparkled, perfectly clean in every way. Chauncey looked down at his watch. It was already 4 o'clock. He'd been working 8 hours on this.

He opened the janitor's closet and stuck the mop inside with the broom, then locked the closet as usual. Not like anyone was going to steal from it or anything, but it didn't hurt to be careful. The last thing he did was turn off all the lights, then lock the building's door behind him.

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Chauncey's apartment was only a block away. Shame he couldn't even make it that far.

Before he had even walked three feet, a loud whistling noise grabbed his attention. Chauncey looked up just in time to jump out of the way as something large crashed into the ground in front of him.

Naturally, Chauncey screamed. Before he even knew what was happening, something had climbed out of the wreckage, coughing loudly.

Frozen to the sidewalk with fear, Chauncey watched as the thing walked up to him. He recognized it as a person as it came closer. But what had a person been doing up in the air inside...whatever that was?

The person walked closer until they were only a foot apart. Chauncey shivered, feeling it look at him. Then it spoke.

"Where's the nearest microwave?"