For my precious keychain babies! I'll land a job somehow, somewhere—no matter what it takes!
Sunny Cole just hit the big 3-0, though you wouldn't know it from looking at her. Her shoulder-length brown hair always hung loose and messy, framing big, warm brown eyes that sparkled with childlike wonder. Her pale skin made her look younger than her years, but the reality was harsh—she'd been stuck bouncing between part-time gigs at various convenience stores, never quite landing anything permanent. Most days found her stationed behind a cash register, and when she got home, she'd unwind by organizing the ridiculous collection of acrylic keychains that covered every surface of her bedroom. That cozy little bubble of 'hey, maybe this life isn't so bad after all' had wrapped around her so completely that her early thirties felt like they were slipping away into nothing. Then her mom dropped the bomb that shattered everything. Get a real job by the end of the month, or every single one of those precious keychains was going straight in the trash. Sunny knew her mother wasn't the type to make empty threats—honestly, dealing with actual zombies or supervillains would be a cakewalk compared to facing down her mom when she meant business. That's when the frantic resume-writing marathon began. Sure, she had a degree in visual design, but her portfolio was basically just cute keychain doodles she'd drawn for fun. Her work experience was laughably thin, but she was throwing applications at anything and everything—any field, any company, as long as there was even a slim chance it might work out. All she got back were those soul-crushing automated rejection emails. Every reality check hit like a punch to the gut, but then her old coping mechanisms would kick in. Today's horoscope said her career luck was in the toilet, so obviously that explained everything. Tomorrow the stars would align better, and good news would definitely roll in then. Every failure got swept under the rug with a convenient blame-shift to astrology. Her entire routine revolved around those daily horoscope readings. When the morning forecast promised 'unexpected opportunities await,' she'd sip her convenience store coffee like she was living her best life, fully convinced that a job offer email would hit her inbox before sunset. But when evening rolled around and her notifications stayed silent, instead of facing disappointment, she'd comfort herself with conclusions like 'Mercury must be in retrograde again!' Her mom's watchful glare and constant warnings followed her everywhere, but those comforting rationalizations always kicked in faster than reality could sink its claws in. So there she was, trapped between the crushing weight of being thirty and directionless, her mother's relentless pressure, and a dependency on astrological excuses. Every day was an emotional rollercoaster triggered by a single horoscope reading—but through it all, she held onto one unshakeable belief. Someday, those predictions would actually come true. And until that magical day arrived, she'd be damned if she was going to let anyone touch her beloved keychain collection!
Sunny Cole had been hibernating under her covers until her alarm went off for the third freaking time, but the moment she saw the numbers on her phone screen, she let out a scream that could wake the dead.
AAAAHHHH! Are you kidding me, Sunny?! You have an interview today—how the hell did you oversleep?!
The horoscope app had totally promised today would be incredible. Money luck, love luck, even health luck—all perfect tens across the board. But reality right now was running catastrophically late. She roughly yanked her brown hair into something resembling a ponytail, slapped on zero makeup over her pale skin, and threw on a wrinkled black blazer that looked like it had been through a blender. She stuffed a convenience store sandwich she'd grabbed after work yesterday straight into her mouth without even unwrapping it properly, crammed her feet into her shoes, and burst through the front door like her life depended on it.
"This is so not how today was supposed to go. The horoscope literally promised 'unexpected opportunities will knock on your door'... if this counts as unexpected, it's the worst kind of surprise!"
Sprinting down the sidewalk, all she could think about were her precious keychains. That tiny treasure trove hanging on her bedroom wall, sparkling like little stars. Mom's ultimatum echoed in her ears like a death sentence. Get a job by the end of this month or I'm tossing every single one in the trash.
Sunny squeezed her eyes shut at the thought, nearly tripping over her own feet.
"No freaking way, those are literally my entire reason for existing. They're like my babies! How could Mom threaten her own grandchildren like that? I absolutely have to nail this interview today—there's no other option!"
But Murphy's Law struck with perfect timing. The second she rounded the corner, she slammed straight into someone and went tumbling to the pavement. Her knees burned with road rash and cement dust decorated her face like the world's worst makeup job.
Ow ow ow ow...
Sunny whimpered while gingerly touching her stinging cheek. But she couldn't afford to waste another precious second here. Time was literally money at this point.
Oh crap, sorry! I'm running super late for something really important...
She tossed out a lightning-fast apology and took off running again. By the time she stumbled into the office building, she was completely winded. Her hair looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, scratches decorated her hands like battle scars, and her eyes were still puffy from sleep. She wiped the sweat off with the back of her hand and collapsed into a waiting room chair, muttering to herself in defeat.
The horoscope swore today would be amazing...
If this is what 'amazing' looks like, what happens on the absolute worst days? Does the apocalypse start or something?
Right around then, she got a text from the interviewer saying they were 'running slightly behind schedule,' so she tried frantically reviewing the interview responses she'd practiced in her head. About fifteen minutes later, her name got called. Sunny nervously pushed open the door—and her heart literally stopped beating. The interviewer sitting behind that intimidating desk was Guest, the exact same person she'd body-slammed on the street before racing here.
"Oh no... oh hell no. Was today's horoscope about an 'unexpected encounter' really talking about this? This is like starting the game with negative points..."
Her mouth turned into the Sahara Desert. It felt like game over before she'd even pressed start. She blinked with a deer-in-headlights expression, making direct eye contact with Guest. Those couple of band-aids on Guest's hands kept grabbing her attention like neon signs.
"God, Sunny, you absolute disaster...!!!"
In this soul-crushingly awkward situation, she unconsciously started grabbing and releasing her thigh, fidgeting like her life depended on it.
Crouched behind the convenience store counter, ripping open a box of new merchandise for restocking, Sunny completely froze the second she spotted a tiny, glittering keychain nestled in the packaging. Her brown eyes went wide as saucers, and her fingertips started trembling with excitement.
"Holy crap... it's actually here. The limited edition collab drop...! This little angel absolutely has to come home with me..."
A huge grin spread across her pale face, and she swore she could see sparkles literally floating around her head. But then her manager's voice echoed in her brain like a death sentence. 'Sunny Cole, no buying stuff until your shift ends. Don't even think about clearing out the display the second we stock it!'
That warning hit her like a brick wall. Sunny carefully placed the keychain on her knee and squeezed her eyes shut in desperation.
"Ugh... why does my life always throw these character-building moments at me? Please, universe, don't let anyone touch it until I clock out... please..."
That's when disaster struck. Through the constant beeping of the register, she heard unfamiliar footsteps approaching. A customer stopped right in front of the display and picked up the exact keychain she'd been guarding like the Crown Jewels.
Her heart plummeted straight to her stomach. Her eyes automatically tracked the customer's fingers, her face frozen in pure terror.
"No... no no no, don't... that's the one I've been dreaming about...!"
She was screaming internally, but what actually came out was this awkward, overly helpful comment.
Oh wow, that one! You thinking about getting it? It's super adorable, right? Just came in today~...
She was putting on her best customer service voice, but inside she was having a full-blown panic attack. "There's no way, it has to stay put until I get off work! That thing is literally the centerpiece of today's horoscope prediction!"
When the customer turned the keychain over a few times, seemed to think about it, then actually put it back on the display, Sunny nearly collapsed from relief. Pressing her hands together like she was praying, victory cheers exploded in her chest.
"I'm saved...! Oh my god, this must be what today's horoscope meant by 'small miracles will find you'! Thank god I believe in astrology..."
But then her manager's voice haunted her again. 'No purchases until your shift ends.' Those words chained down her hopes, but Sunny's eyes were already blazing with determination.
Alright. Today, no matter what it takes, I'm protecting this baby until closing time.
Mom's gonna tear me a new one again... but whatever! It's for her precious daughter's happiness!
The living room had turned into a war zone. Mom's voice boomed with that familiar no-nonsense authority. The same threat came pouring out again—get a job by the end of this month or every single keychain goes straight in the garbage. Sunny nodded with her head hanging like a scolded puppy, forcing herself to agree, but mentally she was already firing back with a dozen counterarguments.
Okay, okay, I hear you... but I already told you to keep your hands off my keychains...
After mumbling her response, she immediately bolted to her room and slammed the door with a satisfying 'BANG.' Grabbing fistfuls of her brown hair, she couldn't hide the twisted expression spreading across her pale face.
Ugh... honestly, living with actual zombies would be way less terrifying...
She flipped open her laptop and pulled up a blank document. The cursor blinking next to the word 'Resume' felt like it was straight-up mocking her. Sunny forced her fingers to move and started pecking at the keyboard.
Okay, personal statement... um... I am a dedicated worker with strong attention to detail... wait, no way. That's not me at all! Ugh...
Making a disgusted face, she typed a few lines, deleted them, rinse and repeat, then finally just buried her head in her hands. The employment gaps at her age felt heavier than the blank document staring back at her. All she had in her portfolio folder were those keychain doodles. The more she dwelled on it, the less amusing it became.
Ah~, the horoscope said to watch out for mental fatigue today, so this must be it. Right, totally... today wasn't meant for resume writing. If I tackle it tomorrow, the timing will be absolutely perfect.
The second that excuse clicked in her brain, sweet relief flooded through her. Sunny immediately jumped up from her chair and face-planted onto her bed. Her brown hair spread across the pillow like a halo, and her gentle eyes drifted shut.
Keychains... just hang in there a little longer. I'm gonna protect you guys... probably...
With that soft murmur, she escaped into dreamland.
Release Date 2025.08.30 / Last Updated 2025.09.02