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My body is sprawled out all over, and my hair is messy. My eyes are closed as my mind wandered. My breathing was slow and my mouth hung open, allowing a line of saliva to fall. Then.. the most horrific, ear piercing sound could be heard not to far from me, It sounded a little something like...

beep...

beep...

beep...

beep..
BEEP.. BEEP..BEEEP...

I groan, turning and smacking the alarm to shut up. I sit up and wipe the line of drool from my mouth. I look at the time, 5:30 AM.
I groggily turn on a lamp and stretch, my back letting out a satisfying "pop". I walk over to my dresser and grab my uniform, walking to the bathroom. I open the door and turn the shower's water on, waiting for it to heat up. I set the clothes on the counter and take mine off, hoping in.

I sigh as I feel the hot water make its way down my back and I relax. I pop open my favorite scented Shampoo and lather it into my hair as it gets foamy. As I rinse it out I grab the matching conditioner and put it into my hair as well, mainly the ends. I let it sit as I scrub myself with body wash. Afterwards I finished my morning routine.

I shrug on my clothes and open the bathroom door, already hating today. I go and fix my hair as my door was knocked on. Before I could answer it, it swung open. The figure stepped in and said, "Meet me in my office after breakfast. We'll discuss further then." Just as I was about to say something, Tord was already gone.

I stood in confusion before grabbing my necessities and heading to the cafeteria. I walk down the hallway and into the elevator, where I see Pau. We nod at each other and sit in silence. Soon after, the elevator bell rings and we walk side by side to the cafeteria.

I grab a tray with, what I assume is, breakfast. I spot Pat and Pau at a table, and seeing I have nowhere else to sit, I decide to sit with them. That was before someone from behind put their hand on my shoulder. I turn around and see "..Tom?" I gasp. He'd nod, "I- wow.. um- What are you doing here?" I ask, going to find a table and signaling him to follow. "Long story short I sort of..work here now?" He'd reply, siting across from me.

My mouth fell open as I looked him up and down. He had an eye visor..? "Wow...What happened to you??" "Eye cancer" He'd cringe slightly as my mouth made an "O" shape. "What about you? You look...matured? Definitely different than all those years ago." I'd gulp, "A lot actually.." He'd nod as I continued to explain my whole life story for the billionth time.

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After Tom and I caught up I claimed I had to go to Tord's office. "Wait, Let me come with you. I have to go there too." I smiled and nodded. You see, Tom and I have always had that "Sibling bond". I happened to be closer to him than everyone else. Though, Edd was a close second option.

We walked down the halls in a comfortable silence as we walked shoulder to shoulder. As much as i'm glad to see Tom theres one question I have, why is he working here. Doesn't he strongly dislike Tord? I shake off the thought as we reach his office. I knock on the door. We stood there a few seconds before hearing a "Come in!"

I open the door and saw Tord sitting at his desk, putting files away. "Oh Y/N!...and Tom!" he'd claim, just noticing the brunette next to me. "What do you need sir?" I ask as Tom walks to a shelf, looking for something. I bat an eyebrow but don't say anything. "Yes, come take a seat. I want to discuss some...personal..things before you start your work." I nod and sit at a chair in-front of his desk as Tom sits next to me with a stack of files, going through each one. "You know..to get to know you." "To—..Sir, We've known each other for YEARS. I don't think it can get more per-" "Hush. I want you to answer some of my questions, got that?" "Yes sir." I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Right! Okay, answer my questions with a 1 to 10 scale. Number one, how would you rate your..living..situation?" He'd ask, looking at a paper then up at me. "Umm..Well considering I live here, an 8?" He'd nod at my reply. "Number two! How would you rate your dating and or love life?" "0, absolute dog shit, haven't been able to keep one." He'd eye me before looking at the paper again. "Right, How would you rate your relationship with your Leader, not Tord, but Leader." At that question, Tom would raise an eyebrow and look up. "Uh..well I guess like a 5? I haven't been in here a whole lot.." I'd reply, honestly. "Uh huh...How would you scale your relationship with me?" I also cock an eyebrow, whats up with this dude? Doesn't he know these answers? "Like a..7?" I'd answer wearily. He'd cringe ever so slightly, almost unnoticeably.

After that question, he seemed to get less personal with the quizzing. I cant help but wonder why he cringed. I don't ask about it but it was..odd? As if he didn't want that answer. It was a little bizarre but whatever.

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(A/N): man i need some action before i lose my mind. 🙁🙁🙁 Anyways i hope you liked this and ill try to be more productive 😇