Bureaucracy Stories

Everyone at Saint Orpheus University agrees on three things: 1. Elias Mercer is dead. 2. Elias Mercer was murdered. 3. Elias Mercer is currently attending lectures. The administration insists this is not a contradiction. Wendy Gazab thought the Evil School of Evil was bad enough. Then she got transferred to a university where death is treated like a paperwork dispute, reality changes by committee vote, and the murder investigation keeps getting revised retroactively. Now Wendy and the dangerously intelligent Francesco are trapped inside an institution that can edit truth faster than detectives can uncover it. Every clue rewrites the crime. Every witness remembers a different version. And somewhere deep beneath Saint Orpheus, something is feeding on consensus itself. Murder mysteries are supposed to end when you find the killer. This one starts there.

Desmond believed his career at Hartwick House was defined by deadlines, metrics, and meticulous record-keeping. He was wrong. In this sprawling, shifting labyrinth of an office, the bureaucracy is ancient, the architecture is sentient, and the administrative creep is rewriting reality itself. As new rooms manifest in the floor plans overnight and the archives begin to swallow his professional identity, Desmond discovers that the institution doesn't just employ its workers-it consumes them. Some offices demand your time. Hartwick House demands your soul.

A Drone civil servant, in the Colonial Government of Copper-9 is press ganged by the predecessors to the WDF after the core collapse. Many years later the bureaucrat is given the chance to record the tale of the rise and fall of free drone civilization. This story seeks to fill in the pre-show era and explore what exactly it was that the murder drones destroyed. The trials and tribulations of a nascent drone society, lost to time and tyranny, left cowering behind the Commander Khan's great Doors.

They say advertising is a soul-crushing industry. For Quentin, it literally was. When a lifetime of stress finally drops the cynical Belgian ad executive dead, he expects fire and brimstone. Instead, he gets HR paperwork. Lucifer has a problem: Hell's PR department is stuck in the Middle Ages, human conversion rates are tanking, and the demonic staff prefers pitchforks to pitch decks. Appointed as the new Creative Director of the Pandemonium Media Center, Quentin has to pull off the ultimate rebrand. From repackaging Sloth for a digital audience to tailoring Gluttony and Greed for Silicon Valley tech bros, he is finally climbing the corporate ladder-until a powerful demon lord decides to sabotage his campaigns. But corporate backstabbing is the least of Quentin's problems. When Hell's soul equity suddenly plummets to zero, Quentin uncovers a terrifying new competitor: a rogue, hyper-aggressive marketing agency from Heaven running an undercover anti-sin campaign on Earth. With the ultimate cross-planar media war looming during Earth's biggest live-streamed event, Quentin must weaponize his deadliest skill-pure, mind-numbing bureaucratic spin. Can a mortal adman outmanoeuvre the hosts of Heaven, or will his career go up in very literal flames?

-- DISCLAIMER: This is a work of satire, mixing shared experiences, observations, and workplace realities. Any resemblance to actual people, offices, or events is entirely coincidental-or just uncomfortably relatable. This isn't an official statement, a policy brief, or a formal complaint (but if it sounds like one, maybe that says something). If it feels personal, that's between you and your sistema. -- The veil of confusion is lifted, revealing the unspoken rules, silent deals, and unwritten traditions that shape government work. Promotions, transfers, and policies-there's what's written, and then there's how things really work. Some adapt, some endure, and some disappear. If you made it past Book 1, you already know: this isn't about fixing the system. It's about seeing it for what it is. Welcome to the next level.

In a starless generational ship where population control is just another menial desk job, a bureaucratic assassin discovers his own name on the termination docket-and realizes the real horror isn't the killing, but the paperwork. Welcome to the Ouroboros. The ceilings are 1.9 meters high, the recycled air tastes like six centuries of accumulated breath, and the Grand Actuary demands absolute equilibrium. Matter is reallocated, never wasted. The dead feed the living. HS-01-who named himself Heavy Strike in a desperate bid for autonomy-is a Demographic Adjustment Clerk. He isn't a glamorous, black-clad operative. He's an underpaid, overworked municipal employee who takes the elevator to the Outer Rings, administers standard-issue lethal sedatives to citizens who have exceeded their caloric quotas, and files Form 81-C before his lunch break. He manages the crushing guilt of his job with a simple mantra: At least I chose to be here. But the Ouroboros is a machine, and machines make errors. When HS-01's own designation appears on his daily termination docket, his carefully constructed coping mechanisms begin to fracture. Forced to navigate the very bureaucratic nightmare he helps enforce, HS-01 is pushed to the brink by a terrifyingly efficient new hire, a looming union strike over hazard pay, and the arrival of a shadowy corporate auditor with an archaic datapad and a terrifying agenda. As his particle visor glitches and his cybernetic systems buckle under the weight of his own complicity, HS-01 must decide if he is truly free to fight the system-or if his rebellion is just another line of code written by the architects who abandoned them. The Demographic Adjustment Clerk is a bleak, satirical, and deeply unsettling sci-fi descent into the banality of evil. in case I am not reaching the right people by posting on Wattpad, I would also upload this story on Royal Road under the name of asiankitchendweller. There might be more stuff I would do there, so stay tuned!

Nieokiełznany wolnorynkowy kapitalizm. Najlepszy z wszystkich możliwych światów, prawda? Kiedy Wendy Gazab wprowadza się do luksusowego kompleksu apartamentowego, w którym przyjaźń posiada ocenę kredytową, tlen sprzedawany jest w pakietach premium, a ekonomiści z doskonałym spokojem objaśniają ludzkie cierpienie, wszyscy inni nazywają to optymalizacją. Mrocznie zabawna, niepokojąco prawdopodobna i emocjonalnie chirurgiczna, *Jak ekonomiści pierdzą?* jest Candide XXI wieku. To proceduralny horror o biurokracji, kapitalizmie behawioralnym oraz przerażającej możliwości, że systemy niszczące twoje życie funkcjonują dokładnie tak, jak zostały zaprojektowane.

Welcome to Inversia - where reality is optional and Father Christmas might be president. In a world full of conspiracies, bureaucratic absurdity, and banned breakfast theories, Mina dares to ask: what if "normal" still exists? A hilarious sci-fi satire about truth, illusion, and the courage to doubt in a universe that prefers blind compliance.

A passionate artist. An optimistic skeleton. A tortured soul. A haphephobic glitch. An unfair world. Ink has always hated the country's justice system. It seems to target monsters and supporters of monsterkind. Dream has always seen something wrong with the law and wants to change it. Fern has enough problems of his own already, as someone who's being destroyed by their own power may feel. Error hates humans after the murder of his parents. Can they change the law so that everyone is free to love? I do not own any characters (except Fern. He is my OC) and all original rights go to Toby Fox and other creators

Daisy, a rising junior in Southwest Louisiana, starts planning her college application process, two years before her graduation. But she doesn't realize the tedium of the process, nor the financial impact of college attendance. Note: It contains the old Venomous Agenda Sidequests 8, 5 and 7 (in plot order)

Bureaucracy sucks!

Bram is just a serf who wanted a steady job. Instead, he got assigned to the most dysfunctional workplace in the kingdom: a castle where dragons conduct performance reviews, undead clerks still work through lunch, and the suggestion box is literally cursed. His first day? His name was already crossed off the roster. His first performance review? Nearly ended in incineration. His brilliant suggestion to improve efficiency? Made the castle tremble and a hallway start whispering his name. Now everyone's calling him "Your Lowliness" and gifting him paper crowns as a joke. But when a prophetic raven starts addressing him in dead languages and mysterious paperwork keeps piling up on his wandering desk, Bram realizes this bureaucratic nightmare might be more than just bad management. Sometimes the most unlikely people end up exactly where they're supposed to be-even if that place is buried under an avalanche of magical red tape. A fantasy-comedy about finding your place in the world's most absurd corporate hierarchy, where the real magic happens in triplicate.

Nobody is powerful enough to be untouchable in Korea. From the presidents to the chaebols to the civil servants to celebrities to common office workers, everyone has a vulnerability. An orphan with no family is that nobody who is untouchable. The story of a man who created unimaginable power structure in the Republic of Korea that is invisible to the common man but no one is unaffected by it.

After centuries of hoarding gold and gemstones, burning down kingdoms and castles, and slaughtering brave knights and wise wizards, Smokthar the Malevolent, an ancient and fearsome dragon, decides to call it quits and retire. Upon realising that his golden hoard can't manage itself, Smokthar decides to diversify his holdings and creates a "human enterprise" to secure passive income. Unfortunately, his understanding and knowledge of modern human economics, bureaucracy is...limited, to say the least. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Comedy writing is not my forte by any sense, but I'm in the mood for a light-hearted story. Because of that, this story is AI-assisted, for the purposes of idea generation and *very rough* story outlines. This is NOT an AI-written story.

A baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who ends up babysitting the child is no better; she thinks Marcus has ulterior motives - bad ones. Not only that, but two mysterious female assassins appear on the scene. Whether they intend to harm the baby or protect her, Marcus isn't sure. It doesn't help that the assassins have magical cloaks that allow them to turn into birds at any time. Marcus and his friends soon find themselves caught up in things they doesn't understand: the child has some connection to an ancient prophecy, one that could have implications for fate of the Empire itself.

Sa mundong nababalot ng kasinungalingan... ang katotohanan ay may kapalit na dugo. Isang secret agent. Isang nawawalang kapatid. At isang sindikatong kayang kontrolin ang batas, pulitika, at kamatayan. Kilalanin si Marcus Castro - ang tahimik ngunit nakamamatay na ahente na walang kinatatakutan... maliban sa sarili niyang nakaraan. At si Melissa Montemayor - isang magandang heiress na handang sirain ang buong mundo upang mahanap ang nawawala niyang kapatid. Habang unti-unti nilang binubuksan ang madilim na lihim ng Black Serpent Syndicate... Tila walang ng Lugar ang mission nila... Mission Impossible nga ba?

A tale depicting the bureaucratic process of delivering a sex swing from Middlesborough, a small town in the north of England to Russia.

Japan is transferred to the world of Alagaësia just before the start of Eragon. Inspired by Nihonkoku Shoukan.

A night in the car when rain falls. On the car glass water drips down. You want to change your life. A life in a cage: love, work, everything. Limits that shouldn't have been crossed, documents that shouldn't have been revealed.

Aftervill is the place where people, and not only, go after they die. Some think its the after-life others just the waiting room to get into the actual place. But with an eternity to wait to find out, and without a limit on mostly anything be it time, materials, man power or even physics. The ghosts of Aftervill spend their time creating anything they have ever thought about, a unbound creative existence. Some also just prefer to sulk around.