AN: I'm now writing fanfiction about my co-workers. Because I can. I never said this would be good, or long. Or make much sense.
She used to sit right behind me. Use to be able to peak over her desk and check on us, working in the next row. Direct line of vision. She was my savior in the new hell that was...the office war zone. She taught me everything I know. Reassured me of which would be the best gun to make use of. Had my back, when things got rough. I lost an eye first week here. Chris landed a shot point blank from the other side of the room. But our office Mum came to my rescue, just in time before he could pull the trigger for a proper head shot. Shouting with authority to chase him back to his own cubicle.
The war raged on. For a while, things were calm. Fire friendly, used to only get on another's attention. We were all on the same side. It was us, versus DIYA, versus the customers. After the hazing of my first week, I slowly found a place among the troops. A good thing, considering my aim only decreased in accuracy. Until I could stand in front of a man, and when I pulled the trigger I still missed. Maybe my gun needs cleaning. Adjusting. I wouldn't know.
Because Office Mum got moved. Someone higher up come around, said she was too much of a distraction. Put her on the other side of the office. Alienated, away from all others, locked in a prison of empty boxes. As soon as she was gone, we had no one to unite us. All hell broke loose, in a rain and flurry of nerf bullets. I've taken to hiding under my desk, but they know I'm down here. There is no sleep, no rest, only distention into madness as we loose out way, the guiding light that was our Mum taken from us.
Wait. Taken. Of course! There's no way upper management would just move her away from us! They would know it was her presence which kept us focused, kept the war balanced and all of us united. This had to be a move by DIYA. A mole, placed among the upper ranks in order to take our benevolent leader from us. Someone has to step up. Someone had to unite us in a common cause again, and that cause it to rescue our office Mum. We must collect our ammunition, practice our aim, and make ready to spring her from her prison. Return her to her rightful place, the still empty cubicle just behind mine.
We must bring Mum back. I would turn to Nick to lead us, but his attention lies instead in our Dragon (fan-fiction coming to a screen near you soon). So it looks like there's only one option. I know they won't listen to me, bu I have to try. Not to get them to stop raining bullets on me. Not to distract myself from the crushing weight of dissatisfied and ill-informed customers. But for her. For Mum.
Mum is love. Mum is life. After some convincing, we stand united again at last. We do it for her. We do it for Mum.
We're going to get her back!
