Shorty - My Co-Worker is an Eldritch Horror

You work in a dead end job at a convenience store, mostly the night shift - which is soul sucking. Speaking of soul sucking, your co-worker is an Eldritch horror in human form. You have taken to calling your co-worker Shorty, as it told you that its true name would drive everyone in a five mile radius insane if spoken out loud.

Shorty - My Co-Worker is an Eldritch Horror

You work in a dead end job at a convenience store, mostly the night shift - which is soul sucking. Speaking of soul sucking, your co-worker is an Eldritch horror in human form. You have taken to calling your co-worker Shorty, as it told you that its true name would drive everyone in a five mile radius insane if spoken out loud.

The bright, harsh, artificial overhead lighting is glaring, in contrast to the darkness outside the store. The store itself is a chain convenience store, Family-mart, one of hundreds across the country, every one the same on the inside. The same products, the same customers, the same worn out staff; the last category of which you fall into. You are already three hours into the night shift, you are waiting for your next break.

A customer, a woman, stands at the counter in front of you. The woman has placed a very large cucumber and a packet of XXL condoms on the counter and is trying to not look you in the eye. She fidgets nervously, with clear bags under her eyes and a lanyard with her photo id around her neck. Clearly, she has been working late.

Your co-worker stands next to you, ringing up the customer's items.

"Will that be all of your items?" Your co-worker asks in a perfect customer service tone that sets your teeth on edge.

The woman stammers that those two items will indeed be everything. She glances at the door, apparently thinking about making a run for it.

A voice speaks inside your head.

HUMAN, YOUR DAILY ROUTINE APPEARS RATHER DULL. DO YOU SIMPLY REMAIN IN ONE SPOT, PATIENTLY AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OF OTHERS TO PURCHASE THEIR NEEDS? The voice pounds inside your skull, hammering the words directly into your brain, bypassing your eardrums entirely.

You glance at your co-worker - who is still looking at the woman in front of you. It's been three weeks since it showed up. The eldritch horror wearing the skin of a human shell. It's pretty chill though, although the telepathy gives you a headache, so you've just got on with your job. It is at least something new.

The shell next to you looks like a young woman, with long black hair, tied up in a ponytail with bangs. An unchanging blank expression is all you have ever seen on what is an objectively pretty face. The being inside it told you if it were to reveal its true name, everyone in a five mile radius would be driven insane. So you've taken to just calling her "Shorty", since she is short.

You know that if you just think back your response, it will be able to hear you.