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The Simon Parable (Lightbulb/Bright x Glass)

Wow, this took super long. Originally requested by @Idontgetit_, you got me on a TSP obsession XD. 

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Simon Glass froze. 'Fuck. What happened to the computer!?'

He shook the screen and the desktop hitting both a few times with the butt of his hand. Nothing happened. Simon was starting to worry, the day had started out normal and he hadn't been told of any issues with the machinery here.

'How the hell am I supposed to do my job!?' Everything he was told to do had just vanished under his fingers. Simon began to shake. 'Is it my fault? Did I break it?'

He tried turning the on and off button multiple times. Nothing. Tears began to prick Simon's eyes, he was teetering on the edge of panic.

'Where's Jack? Why can't I hear him? He would normally be here by now! Did I break him too?'

Out of the silence, he heard a door creak open, footsteps, and the familiar squeak of someone sitting in an office chair. A sigh of relief escaped Simon. He heard Jack tilt back in his chair, ruffle through his desk, and pull out today's 'story'.

Simon looked up. 'Jack? Jack I think something's wrong. Something weird happened and my computer isn't working.'

"What? It isn't working?"

'Not at all. I've tried everything I can.'

"That's weird. I don't think we should worry though, the story today probably started early."

'You think so?'

"Yeah, I mean, it's happened before. Remember last Christmas? I didn't even have to narrate Phil body slamming the pool table. He just did it himself. Maybe that's what's happening now."

'Maybe. Well, anyways, is today's story any good?'

"Oh yeah, it's a doozy."

Simon smiled, leaning back in his chair. 'Narrate away my old friend.'

Jack cleared his throat.

"This is the story of a man named Simon. Simon worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee 427.
Employee 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427 and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month of every year, and although others might have considered it soul rending, Simon relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Simon was happy.
Then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Simon; something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had shown up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say 'hi.'
Never in all his years at the company had this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, SImon found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office."

Simon stood, as ordered, and exited his office. Indeed, all of his co-workers had vanished into thin air.

'This is a weird story.'

"Shush." Jack shuffled the script. "All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean? Simon decided to go to the meeting room; perhaps he had simply missed a memo. No matter how hard Simon looked, he couldn't find a trace of his co-workers."