Two pairs of footsteps echo through the empty hallway. It was the dead of night, and two soldiers were making their way to their boss' office to give him some not-so-good news.
"You sure about this Pat? He's not gonna like this." Paul asks as they stand outside their boss' office door.
"Look if we don't tell him now, he'll kill us for not informing him sooner." Patryck sighs. "I'm glad this part-time job of being a waiter at that diner is paying off in more ways than one. I'm still annoyed they spelt my name wrong though."
"Yeah, and I'm enjoying my part-time job too." Paul agrees, fetching his pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, plus a lighter, taking one out and putting it between his lips.
They approach the doors leading into their boss' office and stop in front of it.
"So, who's gonna tell him?" Paul asks, lighting the cigarette.
"I don't know." Patryck mutters.
They look at each other, smug smiles on their faces.
"Want to settle this the old fashioned way?" Patryck asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Heck yeah."
Both soldiers do a double high-five followed by a fist bump. No other soldiers understood why they did that, but it was just a little something they made up on the spot one day. It's like their signature handshake or something.
They then hold out a hand, determined expressions on their faces.
"Rock, paper, scissors. SHOOT!"
Patryck pulls out scissors while Paul brings out a rock. He groans in defeat while the Dutchman chuckles.
"Guess it's settled then."
Patryck then knocks on the door.
"Enter." A low voice says.
Paul and Patryck gulp and take deep breaths before opening the door. Their boss was shrouded in darkness at the moment, so they couldn't see him except his hands on the desk.
One human. The other cybernetic.
"Ah, Paul and Patryck. My loyal right-hand men. Before you speak, I must ask out of simple curiosity. How are you liking the new uniform design?" Red says, the moonlight outside illuminating his outline.
"I like both the old and new. But the new one feels more... professional? If that's the right word?" Patryck summaries, Paul nodding in agreement.
"Hm, glad to hear it. Now, what can I do for you two?"
"Red Leader. We apologize for disturbing you on this very peaceful evening, but something has come up and we need you to hear it." Paul greets him, the two soldiers saluting their boss.
"I'm listening, Paul, Patryck."
Paul nudges Patryck's shoulder, motioning to speak. He clears his throat and takes out some pictures from his pocket.
"Uh, we're not sure how this happened...but there seems to be a clone of you running around the city. We found him along with that girl you tried to abduct a year ago."
"Do you think he might be trying to clear the boss' name by doing good deeds?" Paul wonders.
"Not sure. The guy looks like a nervous wreck." Patryck chuckles a little.
Red Leader takes the photos, examining them closely. He can pinpoint Tord and Sophie sat together in a diner.
"Crap. The real one's returned to the country earlier than I thought he would."
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(MOVED TO AO3) Time Travel Trouble - An Eddsworld Fanfic
FanficTord knew in order to pursue his dream he'd have to leave the comforts of home in England and say goodbye to his old friends, giving them his word he'd return someday. What he DIDN'T know was the mess he'd return to 5 years later. The house has been...
