Divine Universes | !Sandrone!

Part 18

Y/n pov

Here I was again.. locked in Sandrone's office.

It was pretty late and I wanted to go to sleep, but of course, I was going to through another experiment. 

"There you go! You can go to sleep" Sandrone said brightly, which was pretty rare these days.

I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously as I walked away to my room next door.

Plopping onto my bed, I closed my eyes, ready to take a break after such a long experiment time.

Falling into deep sleep, in the back of my head, I heard a small *clink* in the background as I fell asleep. 

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"Hmf, guess who it is! It's the pretty puppet Sandrone created!" an agent mocked me, while I was eating breakfast yet again, alone, while the agent was with a group of others.

I snapped my gaze back at them, "What did you just say?!"

"Nothing!" the agent responded, grinning slyfully at me.

I glared at them ever so much in the last ten minutes of break.

Imbeciles. 

"Guess the pet's going back to the owner, huh?" an agent smirked, Darrin, I remember his name being.

Anger boiled inside of me, "It's not like you're any better! At least I'm not a stupid agent that the Fatui can dump away any second!"

He rolled his eyes, "At least I don't need to go through experiments all day. I'm useful!"

I scoffed, "I think you should get your brain checked!"

He took a step forward, eyes narrowed and ready to swing with his fist forward, aimed right at my face.

"Try me" I challenged as others gathered around to watch us. 

He ran forward, swing for the center of my face, but I dodged, ready to kick him in the chest, as he was leaning forward.

"STOP THIS INSTANCE!" a huge voice beamed.

I rolled my eyes, "Party pooper"

Of course it was who I thought it was, the Doctor's assistant, or rather, pet.

Lots of things have happened ever since I left.

Dottore's old assistant got assassinated and Columbina also got a new favourite agent.

Of course, this was just a few things.

The only important thing was that it was rumored that the Tsaritsa and her fellow Harbingers had created a time machine.

That meant if anybody wanted to turn back or forward time, they could do that every easily.

But of course, it was just rumors.

Who could trust those?

I snuffed, wanting to investigate this. 

That means maybe I can go back!

"Also, Y/n, the Tsaritsa wanted to tell you that she's expecting you soon" the agent told me, looking at the clock.

"Alright, thanks. It would be a pleasure if you could put my dishes away!" I rushed out of the cafeteria, going to the Tsaritsa's quarters.