The bell struck midnight, almost everyone had left excluding for Franz. Franz had his feet up on his desk with a glass of whiskey in his left and a tv remote in his right. He was "watching" a late night talk show featuring Off The Hook. He sighed as he guzzled down on his glass of hard booze. He said out loud "What a bunch of celebrity bullshit. God, these spoiled brats running the opposition. " He was bitterly drunk about something that nobody else knew, some secret he had kept deep down so it wouldn't leak out and spread like a virus. He was bitter; henceforth his attitude. A failed revolution and uprising failed in Octo canyon and thus he was exiled and forced to put up operations across the border, however not everyone who initially involved i the first revolution followed suite. Some thought that the ideas that Franz thought about were too barbaric, too far fetched, too everything. They wanted a new leader but was he any better then the last? That's the thought that had pondered in the minds of those who once blindly followed a drunken sailor to the "promised," land. And now Franz appeared to be a fraud, slowly losing the grip on his trigger, and now he sat alone with a glass of whiskey, watching some b list celebrities talk about their new albums and such, he was a lost cause. Caught trying to catch the bogeyman. He slowly began to drift off in his mind, dreaming about what it could've been, had he not been thrown under a bus by some young undercover cop. Perhaps he would be king of the world ruling with an iron fist, perhaps maybe he wouldn't be chasing this dream that can't be caught, perhaps. He woke up after dreaming for five minutes and switched off the tv in his office. He grabbed his jacket and put it on before taking his keys out of it, he scoffed at the very sight of himself in the mirror before the exit of his office, "You had it all and you punted it away," He grunted. Franz sluggishly walked out while being hunched over before slowly closing the door. He turned around before noticing a familiar face, one of the lab assistants named Melody, who was all smiles with her circular glasses and the cute pose she made. She was always so jittery and anxious, but she was smart. Melody had a high voice and no one ever took her seriously. Franz gave her a weird look before Melody asked "What seems to be the matter boss?" She asked with honest concern.
"It's nothing," He replied giving her a weird look as if to ask her why she was there before finally asking, "Shouldn't you be home?".
"You-you think so," She responded shivering in a spot, almost trembling at Franz, "I'm sorry... Are you mad that I haven't left?".
"Yeah a little," Franz commented as his tone began to grow more and more aggressive with every word. "Did you not get the memo of everyone else leaving?". Melody looked at Franz before breaking down a little bit and running away crying as her sensitive clause had been triggered. Franz tried to put out his hand to stop her but managed to restrict himself, Melody had sprinted to the front door and left after Franz had "scared," her. He just stood their afterwards not saying anything before finally muttering "Fucking baby,".