The Hater Empire Archives

2007: The Blueprints

The blue construction paper sat innocently on the Commander's desk. As Peepers spun his pencil in his hand, he thought hard about what the base should look like. Lord Hater had mentioned that he wanted it to look like him, obviously. The young Lord was at least certain of that. It meant the Commander, the mechanics, the engineers, anyone involved with building this ship, knew where to start.
The door creaked as another Watchdog walked in. It was Lieutenant Nerve, Peepers' roommate. Nerve gave an almost indistinguishable chuckle when he saw his Commander and friend still up.

"Burning the midnight oil, sir?"

Peepers jumped, but calmed down once he saw who it was. He gave a chuckle of his own.

"You know you can call me Peepers out of work, Nerve."

Nerve ignored this remark.

"And you know you need to get some sleep. You've been working on this for hours. Since 4 in the morning. It's not like it's going anywhere. You can work on it again once you've gotten some rest."

Peepers gave an exasperated sigh, then got out of his chair, grabbed his pyjamas, and entered the bathroom to get changed. Nerve knew that it was a small victory. If the Lieutenant knew Peepers at all, he knew that the Commander was one of the most dedicated Watchdogs in the army, and would not rest properly until the job was done. Nerve had just gotten ready for bed himself, and was reading when Lord Hater burst in. Nerve gave a sigh before facing the electrical skeleton.

"What can I do for you sir?"

"Where's Peepers?"

"Getting ready for bed." Whispering, he added, "And I want it to stay that way."

"Well, let him know that I want to see him in the morning."

"What time?" The Lieutenant asked through gritted teeth.

"11."

"Okay, sir. I'll tell him."

"Good. See ya!"

Nerve gave a low sigh. Peepers walked in, dressed in black and red vertically striped pyjamas and uniform and helmet in hand. He set his work clothes on the bed side table, and climbed into bed.

"Commander Peepers?"

"Yes, Nerve?"

"Lord Hater wants to see you at 11 tomorrow."

"Thanks." Said the Commander, writing down the time as a reminder.

"Night sir." Nerve stated, yawning as he rolled onto his side. Peepers rolled his eye, and laid down himself.

"Goodnight Nerve."

A/n: I don't own Lord Hater, Commander Peepers or Wander Over Yonder. Nerve, however, is (like many other characters you will see in this fan fiction) my character. Do not use my OCs without my permission.