Many things go bump in the night. Werewolves, ghosts, the tree branch against your window, college papers, deadlines, taxes, train wheels, sky carriage turbulence, eldritch alicorns from the moon, etc. For the single barista stuffed into the "night shift" at Mocha Mocha's, all of the aforementioned bumppenings (and more) have applied.
Baristas in the night shift never stayed long on account of all the weirdness.
"Too boring," some would say.
"Not boring enough," others would say.
"It nearly ate me!" more than a few would write in their transfer requests and resignation forms.
When the management finally decided to look into the various sources of all the complaints, normal and odd alike, they decided to find a cost-effective solution within company boundaries: hire somepony tough!
It didn't work!
After the next dozen resignations over the course of several weeks, management revisited the issue. After some consideration, it was decided to suggest the position to a longtime company veteran from inner-city Manehatten, a slender griffin going by the name Crux (slender as in tall and lanky, not Slenderman. Just needed to clear that up.)
He accepted under the conditions that he be allowed to "sample" the supply, and that the company would pay for long-time residence aboard the train. Both conditions were already in the contract that Crux didn't fully read, but the management thought it best to not mention that.
And with that out of the way, we begin.