The CEO walked into his office. He sat down at his desk, spinning his chair to face the many monitors sitting there, bumping his leg on the drawer of the open file cabinet. He looked at it, puzzled. He must've left it open when he left. It was still a bit odd though... Oh, well.
His two security officers walked into the office, Scar carrying a mug of coffee while MI6, on the other hand, was stirring a cup of tea.
"Did you escort that employee out?", asked MI6 calmly.
"Pardon?" Theodore was taken aback. "Aren't you supposed to be the smart one? I've been at a conference this whole afternoon. Very interesting, really. Apparently lots of multiversal corporations need our services and knowledge."
"But sir, you said that it wasn't interesting," pointed out Scar. "You even came back early and looked through files with an employee."
"I--" What was going on? He had been at this conference. He was positive. Besides, the last employee to enter his office that wasn't Cura, Scar, or MI6 was Office Drone, 3 months ago. They couldn't be talking about him, could they? "I didn't-- I wasn't... huh??? Hey Scar, are you positive it was ME?"
"Well, yes... I mean, it was you. In the flesh."
But how could it have been? he was gone, in another dimension. He couldn't clone himself, (actually, he probably could. He failed to take this into consideration.) so therefore, it had to be an employee. But how...?
A pang of shock flooded through his hands. The room temperature dropped. A very disappointed MI6 poked at his now-frozen tea.
Could it be...? No. No, it's impossible. The regulators...
Someone was being a bit of a bad coworker.
"You said there was another employee with me?"
"Well, yes. We don't entirely know who it was though," noted Scar.
"Any leads?"
"I did catch you calling him 'Bug'. Other than that, he had blonde hair, was in his twenties, and had these obnoxious purple glasses."
The look of fear on The CEO's face melted away, replaced with pure sardonic malice.
"Time to grab the butterfly net. Nobody leaves."
"but sir--", Scar interjected.
"NOBODY. LEAVES." The CEO turned around in his chair, facing the rest of the complex, where a thunderstorm was brewing.
The hunt was on.
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Theocorp - A Stanley Parable AU
Science FictionWhen 45-year-old Theodore Narrator gets fired from his job as Employee 528 at a large company, he is at a loss for words. His life is already going down the gutter, and this feels like it will be the straw to break the camel's back. But one fateful...
