It was a dark night, as lightning clashed outside a man's window. It had been storming for the last few hours, but he doesn't seem to care.
We zoom into the window to see a rather bored man, tapping his fingers on his desk in a pattern. tic tic tac, tic tic tac. This man's red orbs filled with blood lust as he carves random nothings on his desk.
A sigh erupts from him as his cellphone rings. It's his boss.
"Hello?" He asked, as he picked up the phone.
A deep voice answered back. "We have a job for you. I need you to team up with Productive Pun and his schizophrenic intern and head to the normal world".
"What for?" He replies with another question.
"Easy, attempt to take out your doubles... or at least gain info to be able to take them out, maybe gain their trust? Use whatever methods are needed, Productive Pun and CD should arrive any moment" And with that his boss hung up.
He sighed and set his phone down, tying his undone tie. "Darkiplier needs to do his own dirty work" the man mumbles to himself as he makes himself look presentable.
As he finishes there's a knock at his door. He sighs and reluctantly opens the door.
A man and a younger girl stand there. The older man has blue eyes, glasses fitted over them. His hair is a dark red, seemingly dyed. The younger girl looks about 14, mumbling to herself. She has long brown hair and green eyes, sporting glasses as well.
"Hello Darkutsko, may we come in?" the man spoke in a Ukrainian accent.
