Reclamation (Murder Dr💀nes x OCs)[On Hiatus]

Final Decision

"COME, ON HURRY UP!"

A thunderous voice shouted. It's source was a well dressed man in aristocratic outfit and tophat. He eyed many drones that ran around in hast, carrying various furniture and food to be served.

"sigh Should have hired human workers, but I got only myself to blame" the man muttered to himself, fixing his tie while looking at the mirror that was being hold by one of the drones. The drone looked at him in curiosity.

"What?!" The man barked, causing the drone to flinch and hide its face behind the mirror. The man rolled his eyes, continuing his work. The guests will come soon and main hall is still not ready for the gala. It was disastrous! At least his boss is not here-

"JAMES!" the door flung open, revealing none other than best man alive, Jenson. "How is it going, you grumpy little brat!"

James eyes shut tightly, his fists clenching with equal force, veins popped on his forehead.

"Everything is great, boss" James replied as calmly as possible. His efforts were not good enough as his expression scared many drones around him, especially one who was holding the mirror. He was the closest target after all. "Trying to keep our company alive, you know, stuff you don't care enough about"

"Not care at all you mean" Jesnon approached him with a grin, hands behind his back. "C'mon kiddo, it's not like I will go broke just because one of my companies went bankrupt"

"Well maybe, but I will. This is the only job I have!" James said half shouting, opening his arms wide. This action caused the the mirror drone to be hit by his hand, cracking its visor and fell dead.

James stepped back disgusted by the oil spreading across the floor.

"Damn great! Now there is a floor needs for cleaning, fantastic!" Jenson was not happy about this.

"James, what did I told you about drone's durability?" James rolled his eyes. "What? Feeling bad for bunch of moving scraps?"

"James, James when will you understand?" Jenson shook his head. "If drones break so easily what do you think people would think of me? I don't like when my creation is looked down upon"

"Well then how about running the company normally and try to save us from bankrupcy!" James shouted and pointed at the drones corpse that was being cleared by its kin. "And maybe then we will have enough budget to care about your drones quality they are not company's only thing to worry about!"

Jenson put his hand to his chin and went silent for a minute. "You knwo what? I don't like running companies"

"I can see that" James said with annoyance and turned around to continue his job.

"So I will give it to you" James froze, turning his head to the man behind him.

"What?"

"Congratulations kiddo! You are now CEO of JcJensons!" Jenson spun him around and grabbed his hand, shaking it. "Take good care of it, or don't, I don't care"

James was still trying to understand what was going on, his head was struggling to proccess the information. "W-wait, you are serious?!"

"I am," Jenson smiled calmly. "All this company managing is overrated. I gotta do some real work elsewhere, like continue preparing for our Third Contact"

"Oh, that" James's expression darkened. "You finished your, project or something?"

"Of course I have! Watch closely" Jenson raised his arm and opened his palm to James confusion. "Table"

A table appeared out of nowhere and landed on Jenson's palm. He catched it and showed it to James with a wide smile. "See? I can summon TABLES now!"

"Oh, uh, cool?"