Dark Minion's Diary

by Commentaholic - Alpha 02

Ever wonder how the Dark Minion spent his time when you weren't telling him what to do? This story tells of his thoughts that he had in his spare time. Rated T for future violence. On Hiatus due to other projects

1. Day 1: The Hiring

A Dark Minion's Diary

By Commentaholic

A/N: This game does not belong to me; all credit goes to Bethesda and their Deepscorn Hollow DLC. This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so please be kind. :D. Please give any HELPFUL advice you might have. Not sure if this will go farther…A YEAR in the life? I don't know…hopefully you people can help me decide.

Dark Minion's Diary, Day 1:

9:00 A.M., Morndas, 13th of Last Seed, 3E435:

Well, Diary; today is the first day of my new job as a servant in Deepscorn Hollow. A very shady-looking man approached me yesterday, apparently on the behalf of a wealthy adventurer who had recently come to own a piece of property, the Deepscorn Hollow. It's a place that I had no prior knowledge of, yet it apparently has my name already put down for employment by its previous owner, Greywyn, who has recently passed away. That, or he killed himself, I'm a little fuzzy on the details. All I know is that it pays well, has great health coverage, and offers room and board. And, let's face it, my parents are getting after me to get out of their basement. I, thinking "What's the worst that could happen?" accepted the job. He told me to head over there on Morndas and wait in my quarters for the adventurer to arrive and give me my orders, saying that my uniform would be on the bed. In fact, I'm actually running late! I'd better get over there and prepare for my boss to arrive. Wish me luck!

5:00 P.M., Morndas 13th of Last Seed, 3E435:

My first encounter with my new master went rather well, even if he didn't say much. He merely gave me my orders and left. He was unexpectedly rather kind, giving me my first day to organize my room as I saw fit, and to let me unpack. I have to say though; I'm not really digging the outfit. Say what you will, but black just isn't my color. And the makeup! Why would anyone have an employee's face look like it just crawled out of a coffin from a shallow grave? But who am I to complain about 10 Septims a day. I expect my new boss will have something important for me to do tomorrow, because he seemed like he had something in mind for me. After all, this place does need some sprucing up, if I do say so myself.

A/N: Well, there's Day 1! I'm not sure how much of a story I'll write, I might just go for a week, or less if people don't think there's any potential. What do you think? Comment please! :Ds s