MCSM One Shots (2018-2019)

Reassurance

Requested by @Goodboy26242 
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It was a cold winter day. The sky was dark grey colour, thick clouds hiding away the sun. It was growing late, leaving everything dim and dark. Cold and miserable.

Beacontown's usually active streets were quiet, all the citizens hiding away in their homes from the cold. Nobody really felt the desire to go out and face the world.

Inside the Order Hall, it was equally quiet and dark. Lights were turned off, the empty halls as silent as it could get.

Heavily contrasting against the thin stream of light that came out of one of the rooms, barely seeping through a crack where the door was left ajar.

The office's light was turned on, shining a pale glow down onto the desk and the papers scattered about it. A young man sat at the desk, bent over the stacks of paperwork. Expression grim and eyes dark.

Radar groaned, dropping his pen and laying his head on the paper he was writing. He used to love the endless hours of work. Being the workaholic he was, sitting at a desk for hours on end might as well have been listed as one of his hobbies.

But not that day.

Sinking back into the office chair, Radar stared up at the wooden roof, allowing his eyes to trace the patterns in the wood. It was something he's seen Jesse do countless times over the years he's worked for her.

Growing tired of her work, leaning back in that same office chair and stare up at the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

He could never understand why she did it, yet he found himself doing the same thing. Just letting himself get caught in the patterns above him, his thoughts wandering miles off.

Sighing, Radar sat up properly again. He took off his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes. While it was tempting to just call it a day and head home, he knew that wasn't going to happen.

Radar picked up the pen again, looking down at it. He ran his fingers along the small object, wondering exactly how many hours that same pen had spent in Jesse's hands.

He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the paper. All the tiny words were starting to bleed together, but Radar simply shook his head, blinked his eyes a few times and continued to write.

Barely three words in, Radar stopped again. He raised his head, frowning. He could have sworn he heard a door close somewhere.

Radar shook his head again, deciding that it was exhaustion getting the best of him. But before he could continue writing, he heard it. Footsteps.

Slowly placing the pen down, Radar got up from his seat. He crept towards the door, pushing it open and staring out into the dark hall. The placed seemed as deserted as when he last strode through it.

But Radar knew he wasn't imagining things any more, he knew he heard something. Gulping, he walked out into the darkness. Feeling along the wall as he felt his way over to the nearest light switch.

Suddenly he froze in his tracks, Radar's breath catching in his throat. If the person hadn't reached up to scratch their head, he probably wouldn't have seen them standing there. Barely a silhouette.

Radar's eyes narrowed. He didn't know how they got into the Order Hall in the first place, but he was not about to allow them to go about any business they had there. They were probably going to hit the treasure hall, knowing Jesse wasn't there to protect all the valuables!

Radar bolted forward, ready to barrel straight into the person. Hearing his footsteps, they swung around at the last second, somersaulting out of his way expertly. Radar had barely slammed on the breaks when a fist met him square in the back, sending him flying onto the wooden floor.