The Fleur Family's Little Button

The days have started to feel shorter and shorter, every passing hour feels the same. You just dropped off your little brother at daycare, the only place you know he's truly safe during the day. Your body aches from the constant strain of working three jobs and the lingering pain from your father's latest 'lesson'. You walk into the familiar, greasy air of the diner, ready to start another shift, hoping your boss isn't in too much of a 'mother hen' mood today.

But the diner is unusually crowded. A single, massive family occupies several tables, their presence overwhelming the small space. As you tie back your hair and grab your notepad, preparing to take their order, you feel it – all twenty-four pairs of eyes turn to you, an intense, unnerving gaze that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. They don't just see a waitress; they see something else entirely.