Well hello all, Flyboyzee here, and here you will read my first ever fanfic written. It is a Yogscast pairing of SipsxSjin. And yes, the title is corny :P. I would adore you if it were possible for you to leave comments, and I would love you evermore if you left some CONSTRUCTIVE Criticism. Have fun e3e.
DISCLOSURE: I do not own MineCraft, Tekkit, Yogscast, Sjin, or Sips.
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The assistants tailed him, dogging him wherever he went. They would persist in lecturing him over a deal that had gone sour, or kiss his ass on simple tasks he preformed as CEO. Sips pinched the bridge of his nose, the stale smell of the building's lobby giving the gray man the urge to run out the doors to the outside and never return. How would it seem, though, to the businesses surrounding him if the world-renounced Sips, head of Sips Co., was to have a mental breakdown? No, sanity would not differ this genius from his destiny. Too a many had to be crushed under him to build him up to here for him to attempt such a drastic move.
A sharply-toned "SIR" snapped Sips back into current times. Slightly baffled and confused, the company leader glanced tiredly at his female assistant. "Have you been listening, like, at all?" the woman interrogated ferociously. "It would depend," spoke Sips coldly, "How long ago did we step into the car from the restaurant?" The female assistant growled, exhausted with having to put up with and mostly baby-sit the man for the past weeks. "We were discussing the company's future in the iron trade, Sir! With these numbers," she shook a loaded tech-board in front of his face, "The SipsIron Co. will be 6-feet-under by next Tuesday! Now, please be the 35-year-old adult you know you are, and focus!" And, with a begrudging sigh, the CEO put his head in the game, listening intently to the report.
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One year ago; god, if only he had not been so naïve! Martin had always warned him, background check all jobs you apply for. If only he had known that this job would break his life into tiny little pieces! That was a year ago, but since then Sjin had learnt to find the silver lining in the clouds. He decided, one day after spilling sludgy coffee over his computer's keys, that life would be able to be swallowed if the lackey learned to smile all the time. The 19-year-old doubted the outcome would be as planned, but lately the man realized his optimism beginning to sprout anew. Sjin had slightly decorated his small cubicle, sprucing up the gray colored cage to seem a bit towards homely.
His job, as with most of the millions of workers at Sips Co., was given the title of inventorist. Basically, using his basic computer unit, and a coding manual, Sjin's duty was to check, double-check, triple-check, and quadruple check over the output of the sorting-machines down in the basement through his computer. The young man quite enjoyed his work, considering the mass amounts of damage to the company if a client were to receive a stack of feathers in place of their set of diamond armor. This was also to protect the company's president and CEO, Sips, from utter humiliation.
Those in the cubicles surrounding him spoke of their leader as another jack-ass rich-man that got paid trillions for their tireless work. Sjin personally denounced this, believing that this man who was rarely seen, was an extremely respectable man. Aside from the fact Sjin had no recollection of ever once laying eyes on this Sips, his image of him represented an intellectual; a fatherly, warm figure that cared about each of them.
Suddenly, the PDA clicked on, the speech garbled by the old equipment. "ALL RISE FOR OUR LEADER, SIPS!" the voice announced, commanding the millions of clerks to their feet. The front door of the enormous hall opened, out strolling a pack of well-pressed suits. Sjin made his way to the passage that divided the ocean of dark-gray cubicles, excited to finally receive a good look of his personal hero. The scene reminded him of a animal documentary; the man he assumed to be the CEO was swarmed upon, the horde of assistants and questioners eating at him for a response. The lowly lackey felt a pity for the man, appearing to be a shell of a once great and powerful business leader. Sjin's eyes followed them as the group made their way to the back offices.
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They paused before entering the boardrooms, where one of the assistants turned to deliver the usual spiel to the stone-faced, weary inventorists, and speak of his great and endless gratitude. Sips himself would deliver the address, but that might seem unfeeling to his workers, plus he really did not care to. His eyes lazily scanned the infinitely similar faces in the crowd, all their eyes numbly trained on the speaker. Although one set of eyes he felt were not on the woman in the burgundy suit, but instead, fell and watched him. Sips' eyes scanned over and over, finally ending up laying on a young man, different not in his outward appearance, but his overall mood. This lackey, whoever he was, smiled at him over the heads of the other lackeys. Unsure what to do, Sips stared back, dumbfounded. After a moment, the strange anonymous realized he had been caught in his admiring glance, and glanced downward just as suddenly at his feet, embarrassed. For some reason, seeing this odd man's actions caught Sips, pulling his lips into a dry smile. When realizing that the speech had been given and was through, Sips turned back to the group and began be literally sucked into his work, when he turned his head and found the young inventorer's glance once again, his smile broadened and the older CEO nodded to this stranger. The stranger watched transfixed as the double-doors closed, frozen for a moment by his icy-cold smile.
Well? The writer in me says I did well on this first chapter. Yes, FIRST chapter, I plan to continue. Again; I encourage commentary, I thrive on your constructive criticism! FEED MEH D:
Heh, anywho, post another one later, when the time arrives.