The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

Promise of Fun

"Alright then, bitches. It's time to start today's meeting!"

Ah, the meeting. A daycare centre for unimportant clones. The real people, the 1ps, had all the power they could want to act important and change things, the 2ps however, had no power whatsoever. They were kind of there, not really wanted. But there was nowhere else to keep them, so they got 'swept under the rug'. No one even cared about their fake 'responsibilities' given to keep them busy. Although they had never seen these '1ps' and only heard of them by name, no one wanted to bring these hated people up.

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No one was actually paying attention. Hardly anyone actually sat down in their places. Most of them wandered around like lost sheep. The amount of chattering was unbearable.

"I said... listen bitches!" He slammed his hands down on the stacks of paper laid out along his desk, which was at the front of the hall. Everyone turned their heads and stopped their talking, frightened by this sudden noise.

"Now that I got all your fucking attentions, get your asses to your chairs or I'm cancelling the after party!"

Shocked gasps filled the room. Everyone obliged and did so immediately.

"I'd like to see you fucking try, Matt." A voice in the corner stated, crossing his arms. It was Luciano, that sassy Italian that everyone knew well. He put his feet up against the table "I don't believe you"

He knew very well that he could cancel the after party. After all, Matt's done it several times in the past.

"Speak up again and there'll be no pinning the tail on the donkey, ok?"

Luciano sighed and pulled his feet down from the table.

"Now hear me out, pussy willows! You'd better pay real good attention because we be learning about Global Warming!" Matt yelled, turning on the projector, revealing a PowerPoint presentation of facts and statistics on global warming.

He rambled on and on about this issue he was really passionate about, until someone caught his eye. He turned around to his left and abandoned his speech halfway through a sentence.

"Al, why the fuck are you not sitting down?"

"Your stupid ass polar bear stole my seat again. And I don't want another incident like last month where I tried to swat it away, 'kay?" Allen snapped, while pointing to his hand, covered by bandages.

Matt bent down to stare at his furry friend in the eyes. It was a rather large polar bear, almost as tall as him and quite wide. It took up a full seat and there was no way in hell that it would move.

"Mr Squiggles takes priority over you, bro. Those are the rules." Matt stroked his polar friend on the head.

Allen sighed, heading to the back of the hall in silence.

"Oh Al, you can sit on me if you want!" A voice giggled. Everyone knew who it was. With their obnoxious smile to their over usage of the colour pink.

"Oliver, please. Stop" Allen whispered angrily.

"Oh, he seemed more in the spirit it when we did it at home yesterday!" He chuckled, nudging Francois and Xiao next to him. "We had such a lark, isn't that right, daddy?"

"I told you to never talk about that in public!" Al yelled, trying to conceal the fact that he was madly embarrassed. Worst of all, Oliver had to mention it in front of the most perverted people in the meeting.

A wave of chatter built up, leaving Matt, who had tried so hard to bring order to the World Meeting.

"You know what, I'm fucking done. Anyone want to take over?" Matt sighed, walking away from his intended script. The meeting was in a state of chaos.

"All you people need Jesus, you hear me?" Gilen stated bitterly from the other side of the room.

"Oh lighten up Gilen! You should really try smiling!" Flavio laughed playfully, pulling his arms around the other one. This one guy was so annoying but would beat you up in a second if he had to, yet still keep his appearance looking neat. That was one word to sum him up.

Fabulous.

Gilen turned around and stared at him disappointedly. He then looked down at his non-existent right arm, which was now made of metal. "I used to smile, before I lost my arm and my girlfriend. Now I just don't know how."

"Oh, sweetie! I feel so bad for you" Flavio pulled his reluctant friend in for a tight hug.

So many conversations overlapped with each other. It'd only been an hour since the meeting started, yet it had already gone to anarchy.

Another meeting, I guess.

A lone voice stood out from the rest.

"Hey, hey, you little fuckers. I want you to shut the hell up. I'm trying to play this game and you're making me fuck up!"

Ah yes. Kuro Honda. The one you'd find selling hentai in a dark alleyway. Loud yet somehow mysterious. Everyone aspires to be him, yet only one can be him.

"What kind of game is it, Kuro? Is it another one of those dating sims?" Xiao asked, perking his head up in curiosity. "Because if it is, I'll join you!"

Kuro waved the packaging of this game in the air. "Yeah. It is. I'm trying to fuck the favourite, leave me alone" He glued his eyes back into the screen and leant back on his chair.

"You pathetic lowlifes can't even find a real girlfriend so you settle for one made of pixels. I don't know what to do with such idiots!" Viktor said, sighing and turning around to face the wall. He buried his face in his oversized red scarf.

The arguing continued for such a long time. It was very like Viktor to cause arguments out of nothing, since he was so salty.

No one even noticed someone creeping silently towards the door, gently easing the door handle and twisting it open.

"Bye, bitches!"

Luciano turned around angrily at this man who thought he could just get up and leave.

"What the fuck, Siegfried. Where the hell are you going?" Luciano yelled, turning around to face him. The other man sighed and went to sit down. "I thought so."

This truly was a hellish meeting.

It dragged on and on, until 5pm.

At least they got an ounce of fun from a party to cover up their hellish lives, even for a few hours.

((WELL, HERE IT IS!

ENJOY!

Allen, you kinky little shit))