Meeting the Greaser Gang

"I knew having a job would be tough, but I didn't think it would be this hard!"

Izzy was standing at the counter of her new job, Burger Depot, and she was already stressing out. For one thing, the lunch rush had come and gone, leaving her looking like mustard and ketchup had a war on her face. Flipping burgers, greasing fries, and pouring syrupy soft drinks were just a fraction of her workload. Dealing with rude customers who order large meals, claiming they didn't get a certain happy meal toy, and get cussed out by angry people were just the beginning.

The only brightside to this is seeing Cameron working right there! Izzy thought, watching the cute boy from her side. The African American boy was selling another pair of shades to a smiling family. Even with the hustle and bustle that came with the lunch rush, at least she could watch him do his best. It made her work harder to show off her cool skills to impress him a bit.

Nicole, her co-worker, gave her a confused look. The brown haired girl was mopping the floor behind her as she watched the pinkette stare at the boy.

"You've got it bad..." She remarked, getting a blushed look from Izzy's embarrassed face. "I've never seen a girl stare for five minutes straight at a guy."

"Well look at the time! I believe it's my lunch break!" Izzy said, grabbing a bag she had set aside for herself with a number 3 inside. "I'll be in the staff room if you need me! Tell Julia she needs to take over the cash register while I'm gone!" And with that, she departed quickly from the scene, leaving Nicole to giggle to herself.

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The staff lounge was a nice area with a refrigerator, a couple of seats and tables, calm music, and cupboards to store other items in. Izzy was grateful that she was the only one around at the time since she scheduled to have her lunch directly after lunch rush. Placing her bag and soda cup down on a vacant table, she walked over to the vending machine to grab a bottle of water. Floating in behind her, however, was the strange energon laced gas that had followed her to work. It glowed, casting an eerie light over the fridge and her lunch.

"There we go!" Izzy said, after struggling to get the drink out. "I thought it would never budge!"

"Hey, what do you think you're doing with that innocent water bottle?"

Izzy nearly spilled her drink when she turned to see who had called her out. Seeing no one there, she raised an eyebrow.

"Um...who just said that?" She asked to no one in particular. "Is there anyone here?"

"Look down cutie."

Izzy's eyes opened wide with shock as they went down to the tabletop area. Staring up at her were a group of small robots similar to the ones she babysat on a daily basis, but these guys were different. From her lunch bag, a robot resembling a French Fry box tumbled out, shaking its head. Her soda cup was glaring at her, arms crossed. Her two slices of pizza, one pepperoni and the other veggie, had even followed the French Fry box. Laughter was heard from the fridge, the door flying open to show even more bots! A mustard bottle bot helped a ketchup bottle bot from the top shelf while the hot sauce bot landed nearby. She freaked out even more when the various food items from other lunches were even robots too!

"This cannot be happening, I must be dreaming or something." Izzy fell to the ground, clutching the water bottle tightly. "My lunch, and other people's lunches, just turned into small robots!"

"Believe it baby, we are real and cheesily so!" The pepperoni pizza bot said, using his grease to polish his helmet. He wore gold and red armor with red shades. "My name's Duderoni, but you can call me anytime!"

"Dude, you can see that she isn't buying your cheesy act. She wants a real mech." The fry bot had white and blue armor with a blue visor on his yellow helmet. A splotch of red resembling ketchup dollop was on his head. "I'm Brotato, no need to be afraid of me cutie."

"CAN IT WITH THE FLIRTY ACTS! CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S STUNNED!?" Both of the bots jumped at the angry female voice. She was a grilled cheese with gold and brown armor and a helmet that looked like bread.

"Calm down Angry Cheese, no need to be so upset. After all, this is a most momentous occasion!" A red faced mech patted the angry sandwich. He was a corn dog mech with bun arm protectors and bun vest, his helmet was also a bun with mustard swirls.

"Sup Dawg's right! What'cha doin here? How did we get here? Do you know where here is?" The yellow mustard femme bounced on Izzy's legs along with her ketchup mech partner. Both of them were basically bottles that had arms and legs with their faces in the middle of them.

"Don't mind Must Turd, she's incredibly nosy. I'm Fottle Barts by the way." The ketchup bottle said shyly,  practically dragged his female counterpart off the teen, small shots of ketchup coming off his top.

"Okay that's enough guys, I think we've scared her enough. Let's let her breath for a minute!" The veggie pizza femme said kindly. Her armor was green and yellow, showcasing her muscles as a visor covered her eyes. She turned to Izzy's who had been relatively quiet from this point. "I'm Brock Head, pardon the others please. We just aren't used to being...alive if you get what I mean. This is all so new to us."

"I FOR ONE HATE THE FEELING! I WAS JUST BEING A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH, MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS. NOW I'M LACTOSE INTOLERANT TO MY OWN BODY" Angry Cheese yelled, her cheesy body starting to bubble in her anger.

"Well I'm glad to be alive. This human ain't so bad on the eyes." Duderoni said, getting a high five from Brotato.

Brock Head rolled her optics. "Well all of us are some of us are grateful at least. You have no need to worry about us. What's your name?"

Izzy's voice finally came back as she started stammering. "I-I-I'm..."

"Wow, nice to meet you III! Humans have the weirdest naming skills." The cup of soda joked, getting laughs from the others. The femme had black shades, her body was a soda cup that was red and white, and a red straw stuck out from her head.

"Twerple Burple if you may stop laughing..." Brock Head said through gritted teeth in irritation.

"My name is Izzy!" The pinkette finally bursted out, her face red. "Just what the heck are you guys? Robots that look like food or food that changed into robots? And why do you all have different personalities?"

Sup Dawg chuckled at this. "Well Miss Izzy, to answer your question, we are the Greaser Gang! And we are your new best friends!"

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Welcome the Greaser Gang! How will they affect the story? And will the mist make even more chaos?