I know it's been literally forever since I've updated WHSS (I just can't seem to finish this story XD) but guess what? By the title of the chapter alone, I bet some of you guys can already guess one of the reasons it took so darn long XD

That's right, I'm STILL rewriting Boring Office Work XD With a new prologue, ending, and massive character changes to fit with my new more descriptive and developed writing style XD

I legit wanted to die writing this, it's been taking so long XD The beginning alone is 4k words, and the previous version was only about 18k total XD So obviously I've done a ton of improvement over the past while between SAO's Little Moments, the collab with Hexagon, and my main (paid to write) project, "Halted Destiny" which I am very proud of ^-^

Even so, I'm finally satisfied with Boring Office Work's Storyline and the way it's written. I've finally reached the point where I'm not my harshest critic anymore, instead, I'm usually very pleased with my work.

I hope all of you are as pleased with this story as I am, as it was a long time in the making and has finally been released. Behold, the true chapter 150 special's prologue, "My Past Isn't My Future." A.k.a "Boring Office Work REWRITE"

I've broken it up into smaller pieces, so that I don't want to be gone from the story so long while I work on this and upload some of the other goofy scenes I've written out with the characters :P I'll likely update the prologue piece with a list of the other ones as they come out, just to keep track of them all and so you guys can see what I've been doing :P

Part 1 - Prologue (Uploaded)

Part 2 - My Past Still Haunts Me (Uploaded)

Part 3 - New Co-Worker… I'm Officially Never Looking At A Different Girl Again…

Part 4 - Untitled

Part 5 - Untitled

Etc. (As I write them all XD)

Prologue: Events I Will Never Forget

Thunder roared through the stormy sky above, and lightning split the sky in a flash of white light. Illuminating the dark neighborhood, the woman stumbling along the sidewalk, and the dark blood staining her shirt dark red. The color of ink in the storm's dim light.

The thunder and lightning weren't alone in the dark storm, rain pelted the ground like small laser bullets, the sounds echoing through the streams in a roaring dull hum that masked the woman's labored breaths.

I have to get there… Just a little further… Her vision blurred, making the poor woman see double through the agonizing pain of her sternum. Cold sweat beaded her forehead, and even the crimson liquid staining her hands felt cold, chilly to the touch.

It was like her senses were failing, as an early symptom of blood loss along with painful tingling in her fingers and toes. Tingling that made it hard to remain upright on her feet in her unsteady hobble toward a well kept dark green house in the distance.

There wasn't any possibility of her trying to get there, there was only the possibility of actually getting there. The other outcome, the outcome of her bleeding out from the stab wound wasn't something Cynthia could even fathom at the time.

Please… I can make it… I have to..

Her rattling breaths were harsh and uneven. Her body heaving and trembling for the proper amount of air needed to properly keep consciousness and keep her dulling senses as sharp as she could.

The stumbling gait inched her slowly closer to the green colored house across the street. Where the distance between her and the safety she knew resided in that particular house, spanned miles to her half delirious mind.

"Holly…" the name escaped her cracked lips in a breath heaving groan. Her attempt on calling her friend's name effectively useless, but it made her feel a little better, a little closer to the freedom and safety supplied there. Her vision blurred again, causing the porch light on Holly's house to be double in the injured woman's eyes for a few seconds.

Just before Cynthia's feet hit the stairs of Holly's porch and she fell hard onto the wooden planks splattering blood over the pristine floor from her hacking coughs. Just… A little… Further… Cynthia's arms shook violently as she grabbed onto one of the porch supports and heaved her body upright, her vision wobbling and her body trembling from blood loss.

Even so the young woman managed to make it to the door and hit her fist against it a few times before she rang the doorbell with shaking fingers.

She could feel her senses flickering, her vision going dark around the edges and feeling numbness began to spread throughout her entire body starting with her fingers and toes first. Please… StarClan please answer the door… I don't have much time left…

Thankfully StarClan seemed to watching over the half drowned woman and the door opened, sending Cynthia stumbling into the doorway and grasp her friend by the shirt as her knees gave out from under her.

"Cynthia?!" Holly shrieked, her voice barely filtering through the heavy buzz in Cynthia's ears. "What's wrong?!"

"Help…" Cynthia croaked as she felt her grip on her friend's shirt loosening without her telling it to. "Help… baby," she pleaded with her friend, trying to get her message across through broken words and sounds as her body finally gave up on her under the warm and reassurance that Holly was there. She could finally rest…

Cynthia distantly felt her body be lowered to the floor and something like Holly was cutting through the fabric of her shirt to access her wound, but didn't register any of her friend's words. Instead she felt weightless and warm, free of the pain of her damaged sternum and internal bleeding. Cocooned in something warm as her head lolled to one side and those blue eyes where fear usually frequented, slid shut. Allowing her at last, the rest she craved as everything else finally faded away.