Reader X Eteled (Austinled) - Satire. Read desc.

Part 1

TW for people who haven't seen WDY before: Decapitation, dismemberment, traumatizing of a child, childhood trauma of a character (not explained in detail), a minor reference to alcohol, and some other stuff. If you have issues with that... well, don't continue, for your own sake.

You walk into your office at Nintendo of America, holding a coffee mug in your hand. You adjust your dark gray jacket, the fur trimming of the hood gently rubbing against your neck. You expected this to be a normal day, but you couldn't possibly be more wrong. (You're in a crappily written Reader X Character fanfic. It's the first fanfic the writer has ever written. What did you expect??). You gently place your coffee mug down on a table in the printer room. You wanted to pitch your idea to the bosses of Nintendo. Reclamation. A game where you play as the king, and you have to reclaim what once belonged to you. You've been working on the game since you were in college, and you were proud of how far it had come since then. 

As the documents were printing, one of your coworkers entered the room. You've seen him before, and though you don't know him that well, you know that his name is Henry and he's been at this company for much longer than you. He leaned against the wall near your coffee and beside you and the printer, with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, (your name here). What're you printing?" Henry asks. "I didn't think your branch of the company did much printing. Aren't you in bug fixing?"

"I'm printing documents for a game idea I've had for a long time." You say. "I've been working on the code of the game since college. I think it deserves to be seen by the public. Maybe I'll even get some money out of it."

"Nice." Henry says, fidgeting with his hands near your coffee. He quickly puts his hands back in his pocket when he sees that you've looked up.

"What've you been working on?" You ask.

"I've been working in the server room. Took a quick break, happened to see you in here printing..." he pauses. "And now I'm here."

"I'm going to go show these documents to the boss. Bye, Henry." You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You hold the freshly-printed documents in one hand and your coffee in the other. As you continue walking, and drinking your coffee, you realize you're running out. You also realize how tired you feel, so you decide to go get more coffee on the way to your boss' office. 

Getting more and more tired, you decide to take a shortcut through the server room. The server room gets closer to you as the tiredness increases more and more. Once you're in the server room, you're leaning against the servers, slouching more and more each step. You let out a deep, loud yawn, slowly subsiding to the floor. Everything goes dark in a matter of seconds.