It's all off key [A Christmas Carol Scrooge x Bob Fanfic]

Stave I : One Lowly Light

//Scrooge pov

A bitter touch of Earth's iced breath frosted the cracked glass of an overhead streetlight, ached and arched over with its seething yellow glows splintering across the weaving of the glass' fracture. Mimicking the stretch of sunlight, a sun long gone - hidden by the guise of drifting fog pillaging the roads, muffling the artificial light to a helpless span that hadn't reached far. It crept and crawled, leaving London without a trace of its misty rummaging, glazing smoothly across the streets. Tarnishing the world of a faded blue and white, reaping its colour from hued reds, pumpkin oranges that embraced the beginning to an end, an end that left the homely trees bare. Bare, bitter, and cold. The sun had fainted, abandoning the skies of its consciousness, trailing behind the starry daze of a deep chasm - oblivion painted with a flick of a dreamer's paintbrush.

Scrooge was sat in his office, brooding to himself and scowling underneath his breath, a breath he didn't rewlise he was holding. He froewned. The nighttime, not sleepytime, was too cold and scrooge gritted his teeth and balled his fists together as an act of spite, hitting the table and turned away. Scrooge did not enjoy lighting up his office, he was a man of saving his momey, that was something his old business partner hadn't agreed with him. My ex was never an agreeable man, a bastard and a bitch and a whore wanted to invest in other people, but he should've known I would never invest in other people. If people had to decrease the surplous population then so be it, Scrooge didn't care aboit the poor people. I continued to sit in my chair, thinking about how in our break up, I won custody of our company and became a successful rich man. But it wasn't enough.

So the creaking of doors creaked open and lit up the room because of the hallway from the outside of my office. A man entered with smile, unlike that of the frown plastered onto my face permanently with wrinkles. It was Bob Catch it. The only thing he couldn't catch was a good style, wearing a hat with snow piling along the rims. Bob was my employee, and a bloody horrible one at that, he never got anything done right and overall a poor work ethic, you'd think someone as poor as him would put more effort into earning money, wouldn't you?

"..Sir!" Bob beamed at me, opening with an opposition, "I was wondering if-"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" I shout, "YOUR ALWAYS HERE FOR SOMETHING AND YOUR SO USELESS, ARE YOU WONDERING IF YOU COULD WORK MORE??"
Bob's smile slightly faded, raising his brows and flinching out of surprise from the shouting.
"GOD AND I SWEAR IF ITS ASKING ABOUT 'OOOOOOHH CHRISTMAS', THEN YOU CAN SUCK IT!! THERE IS NO CHRISTMAS JOY IN MY PROXIMITY AS PART OF YOURE JOB DESCRIPTION. JESUS, DO YOU GET ANYTHING RIGHT? YOU LAZY SON OF A VAGABOND? HUH?" I growled ferociously at him, continuing my rant. I couldn't help but glare angrily towards Bob, thr nerve of him! How dare he walk into my office with such a bright and cheery look?! I just knew I had to wipe the smirk off his face.

Bob merely took his hat off, the snow having already melted into the fabric if not falling onto the creaky floors. I could barely see his expression otherwise with the shadows covering him by the front, after all the office wasn't illuminated at all. I grinded my teeth and stood with my hunched back, "SO NOW YOUR QUIET, IS THAT RIGHT??" I gently questioned, "YOU'RE LITERALLY SO FUDGING DUMB I BET YOU AREN'T EVEN LITERATE, YOU COULDN'T AFFORD A SCHOOL WITH HIW POOR YOU ARE YOU LITTLE DUMB SHIT. BOOHOO, GROWN ARSE MAN" I exhale heavily, ready to continue before Bob finally gets out of my line of sight - I simply couldn't stand that man!

Quite frankly, i think i have done plenty to help him out, far more than what I'm paid for, and if he isn't grateful then he can quit! I'm certain that if i picked up a filthy pickpocket off the street he would be more competent than Bob ever was.

Just then I spot a glow from beneath my door. If that Crachit is wasting any more of my coal, bought with my hard earned money i was going to be furious. I was getting prepared to say a few words to that bastard as i slammed the door open, yet before me stood two portly gentlemen. Before I could even utter a word they welcomed themselves in. "scrooge and marleys, i believe" I wanted to wipe that dimpled smile off of his ruddy face tht instant. "Have i the pleasure of addressing Mr.Scrooge or Mr.Marley?" I scowled at them with such hostility that i was sure they would leave, yet both of them remained clutching their stupid little hats with their stupid little grins.