CYBERWORLD [eddsworld au]

chapter 2

"Another 'wonderful' day at lightwitch outpost 1"

Tom groaned, struggling to fight himself to get up but he knew that if he didn't his superior would give him an even worse punishment.

Eventually, he got up attempting to wipe the tiredness out of his gaping black eyes. Looking at the clock next to his bed it read '7:45 am'.

"Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, dammit gotta get up," he groaned again slamming his face back into his nice cool pillow.

He didn't even sleep very well at all even before the whole world went to shit he never slept well. His two friends and he arrived here at lightwitch three years ago when they arrived they were checked for any illnesses and had many tests run on them: Tom especially because of his *COUGH COUGH* 'special' eye condition.

Well, what do you expect when your mother is a bowling ball and your father is a pineapple!?

After all the checks and tests they were put through a test to figure out what they could do and how useful they could be.

Edd instantly was put in a director's job because of his leadership skills.

Oddly enough Matt was put into vehicle and automotive repair

And I was put into computer hard drive and technical engineering, weird right?

I know a little about coding and hacking because of a class I took with...him...In high school but it wasn't anything too fancy.

As soon as his feet hit the floor two robotic arms pulled out of nowhere and fixed the bed making it look nice and neat like it was before "I don't know whether to can that efficient or lazy?"

Tom never made his bed anyways so who the fuck cares right?

He looks over to his left to the uniform hanging on the back of the small closet that he was assigned.

After he quickly got dressed he opened the closet to look in the mirror on the other side and get the blue hoodie that hung up on the hanger.

He looked himself up and down. He thinks of Matt every time he saw a mirror. He doesn't get to see them most of the time except sometimes during lunch break they'd sit together at the same lunch table and talk shit about their jobs and co-workers.

Ya know. Like friends do.

He put on his hoodie and ripped his Black colored camo jumpsuit over it, the hood stuck out in the back. The pants part of the suit was a little baggy the bottom area, Tom always had to tuck them into his assigned black combat boots.

Not bad he's punk enough, but this stuff just didn't class well together...god damnit Matt, not I'm talking like him...

"Okay schedule for today " he pulled some weird fallout looking thing on his arm to check his schedule as he closed the door to his room.

- 4:45 am - 5:15 am - wake up and get dressed.

- 5:16 am - 7:56 am - morning training routine.

- 7:59 am - 8:10 am - showers.

- 8:15 am - 8:45 am - morning mealtime.

- 8:49 am - 8:59 am - report to a director for assigned job.

- 9:01 am - 2:45 pm - work.

- 2:49 pm - 3:20 pm - lunch break and downtime.

- 3:24 pm - 7:58 pm - work.

- 8:01 pm - 8:45 pm - weapons training

- 8:48 pm - 9:35 pm - night mealtime.

- 10:46 pm - clock out time.