Employed by the Big Shot

Adrenaline

You're up before the crack of dawn, and it turns out the miniton does sleep. You wonder if it drains Spamton's or it's energy to have it around for this long. While in the shower, you decide it can't be too difficult to do Spamton's work, and you'd like to help him out after yesterday. If there's time afterwards and he's still not up, you'd like to go out and buy him a gift, as an apology.

Though, a little snooping might be necessary. You want to get something that both surprises him and something he actually wants. You don't send anything, but type up about ten replies to unread emails and leave a note on the desk saying that you did so, and have gone out.

Now, what to buy a man who seemingly has everything? All his tech is brand new, furniture all beautiful, and isn't missing any of the necessities. However, this place is still lacking fun and colours, but what colourful fun thing would be like? You get an idea, but it's an expensive one. Luckily you've racked up quite the funds.

The sun has just finished rising when you get home. You see Spamton trying to work while swatting away the miniton who looks desperate for his attention.

"Honey, I'm home!" You sing, and shake the large, wrapped box. The little blue fellow shoots towards you like an arrow and hugs your face.

"YOU CAME BACK." His eyebrows raise.

You flicker a smile to it then look back at him. "Yeah, of course I did..." You laugh awkwardly. You're hurt he thought you wouldn't return, but even more hurt that after thinking that he just started to work. Jerk. Whatever... "I got you a 'lil something!"

"IN A BIT. I HAVE E-MAILS [2] RE-tYPE." He waves the note at you then drops it.

Your heart sinks a little as you watch the note flutter to the floor. "I... Was trying to be helpful."

"[Thanks-]"

"..." He doesn't seem very impressed with you. No biggy, you'll win him over with the gift. Though, you thought you were on better terms since last night, but it doesn't appear that way so far. You're determined to stay optimistic. After setting the attractively wrapped box down on the coffee table, you start skipping to the kitchen.

"Have you eaten? How 'bout I make us-?"

"I HAVE."

"Ah, okay..." Once you've finished cooking for yourself, that defeated feeling in your chest is gone and you've already began to think up ways to make him like you again. You eat silently, texting on your phone, maybe it's some peace and quiet he wants. Then, "So..." you begin, feeling a tad shy. "How 'bout I make good on my word today. Feel up for a little battle?" You smile confidently.

He sighs so hard papers on his desk fly off. He stands, and you feel a tightening in your throat. His specks have lots the majority of their color, and he's summoned a few sharp-edged pop-ups behind him. "SINCE YOu'RE SO INSISTENT ON REPEATING YOUR NONSENSE AGAIN TODAY, I'LL GLADLY TAKE uP THE ChANCE TO MAKE YOU REQUIRE A FEW DAYS Off."

"Heh... I, um... I was just-" You leap out of the way of a projectile. You hear a crash behind you. "O-Okay! Point made-!" Another one flies past. "I-!" When another threatens to fly, the miniton you've been considering your life-line stops it. Without looking, he smushes it in his fist, and it poofs out of existence.

What the hell? This was supposed to be fun. You were going to let him win to make him happy, and ask him on a date as your consolation prize, wearing the dress that matches the gift you brought as a bonus. You had it all planned out! Now, he's destroyed your angel, your optimism, any remorse you felt about yesterday, and is actually fighting you. You see red. You don't even think about grabbing a weapon, you're going to kill this motherfucker with your bare fucking hands.