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Sick Daze(Bing x Larry)

Trigger warning: Brief mentions of vomit & mild language throughout

Bing was working at his desk one day like he did every day. He was trying to think of a story that would save his failing movie productions. Maybe...a robot who...takes over the world? BUT...they fall in love with a human? Eh, it was ok but where the hell would he make a robot? Even if they didn't use a real one, it would be hard to make somebody look like a robot without a makeup artist to hire. A guy..named Bob..went to his job but his boss was an asshole. To cliche...how are you supposed to make something good without knowing how people react to it? Plus, how do you know when you're just borrowing a trope to advance the story and make people better identify with the characters and when you're just telling the same story that has been told a thousand times with little adjustments?

He sighed as he crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it into his overflowing trashcan. He pulled out another piece of paper and tapped a pencil against his temples as he chugged a monster with his other hand. It was 7 in the morning and you could tell that he hadn't gotten any sleep. He knew Larry would come in shortly and wake him up, but he had to think of something now so he could work out the kinks later. He wrote down every idea he had, even the ones involving monkeys and ducks, not that he had a clue where he would get ducks.

Larry, on the other hand, was sleeping. He knew his boss would most likely be up soon, which is why he set his alarm for 7. He clicked it off and changed into a new suit. He didn't have to wear it, hell the job he worked could hardly be called one. He got paid, sure, but there wasn't usually a schedule or order to anything. It was just a list of things that could be done, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. Despite this, he liked working with Bing for numerous amounts of reasons, plus, he had a place to stay. He put on his eyepatch over his left eye and made his way to Bing's room.

He knocked on the door and his boss jumped at the sudden sound. He looked around his room, Monster cans littering the floors as well as papers and papers of failed scripts. It was too late to play that he was sleeping since his light was on, not that would work in the first place.

"I'm busy!" He shouted out.

Larry sighed and walked in anyway. "Bing, do you know what time it is?"

"Noooo..."

"It's 7 in the morning. I saw your light still on when I went to bed, you never did, did you?"

"Of course I did! I went to bed at 5!" He said, before realizing even if he had, that would be only 2 hours.

Larry picked him up and put him in his bed. "You're going to sleep."

"No! I need to work! I'm not tired! I have ideas, a real million-dollar idea!" He spouted, shooting off excuses like bullets.

Larry raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, what is it?"

"..." He gulped. "U-Uhh...well it would be about...a...love story about a boss and his employee..."

"That wouldn't do anything in the box office, namely due to the power imbalance."

"N-No well you see, that's the thing, they're like friends. He's like...his right-hand man."

He patted his shoulder. "I'll be sure to remember the idea for you." He walked over and turned off the light. "Goodnight Bing."

Bing closed his eyes for a few minutes to pretend that he was sleeping, and then he would wake up. He woke up with his throat feeling dry and his overwhelming hunger. He wandered into the kitchen of his little house.

"Larry can you make-oh." He smiled, sitting down.

Larry was making dinner already for himself, macaroni and cheese, which happened to be Bing's favorite. He turned around. "Finally awake I see."