The weight of a feather

I am in...

„Office worker..." Villiam groaned out as he held his new identification card in his hand. He sighed, flopping his head down onto the table. His life long dream was now yet again just a fantasy. Villiam soon put away his identification card, storing it within its rightful place inside his wallet before he rose his head and stood up. He took a few moments to think before putting on a courageous smile. „I am gonna make it!" He muttered. „I am gonna do it!" He cheered, smiling brightly as he then went towards the bathroom. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and left off to his bedroom, putting up a tank top and shorts before getting into bed and falling asleep, full of hope and determination.

In the morning Villiam was fast awake, determined he dressed up, putting on a purple shirt and light brown pants yet again before he was off to get ready. He ate up, took everything he needed and left, riding his bike to work.

He parked his bike in front of the large building of the Oddysey before entering. „Good morning!" „Greetings!" he greeted everyone. Work seemed nice up until the point  where a group of guardians with majestic golden armour and wings crossed his sight. Marcus Fawler, Trisha Galoo and Lowrel Bust. The three were his idols! „G-greetings!" Villiam said, smiling sheepishly at the guardians. „Ah, hello there, young fellow. You must be new, right?" the blonde angel with handsome locks and strong build, Marcus, apoke. Villiam blushed. It was such an honour to speak to him. „Y-yes! Mr Fawler! S-Sir! My name is Villiam, Villiam Ortex!" He cheered as he slowly approached the three heroic angels, keeping his distance with respect. „Guys, welcome our new colleague and guardian: Villiam." Marcus said as he put his arm around Villiam's shoulders, making him blush. „I am actually just an office wor–" „Office worker? Why? Let me guess- Because of these??" Marcus asked as he lifted him up slightly by his small wings. This made his companions laugh. „S-stop!" Villiam yelled. Marcus let go as Villiam stepped back, blushing in embarrassment, his wings fluttering to adjust. „Ok, ok–. Mr. Fluttershy!" Marcus laughed out along with his companions before Villiam left straight to his new office.

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Office number 564. He read on the door of his office, opening the door slowly. A simple desk with a computer, a few writing tools, a printer and a chair, a bookshelf in the right corner and a wall full of drawers with folders and files on the left. He sighed, making his way over to the table as he put his satchel down onto the ground next to the desk. He stepped up to a large window in the back of the room, the natural light source to the office. He looked outside, seeing as a few guardians fly up and then down through the clouds, disappearing into the world below. Villiam frowned, turning away from the window as he went over to his desk, sitting down on the chair in front of it with a sigh.

On the desk laid a file consisting of a few papers. They were instructions and rules, somewhat a manual for the job Villiam was taking on. „..." He then grabbed the file, opening it on the first page as he put on a saddened frown. „You gotta do what you gotta do..." He mumbled, starting to read through the whole file.