Post-Danielle oneshot.
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The light of the computer screen shone in the darkness, the only illumination in the pitch-black room. The man behind the screen grumbled, not bothered by the painful bright or oppressive darkness. He had things to do.
Specifically he needed to know something. Something important.
The click click click of the mouse button filled the otherwise empty room, sounding like the chirping of a demented cricket. The tapping keyboard provided the only counterpoint to break the monotony.
Suddenly a sigh broke through all other sound. Everything stopped upon the sounding of that one bitter sigh. A fist slammed down on the desk before the computer went dark, its screen quieted by a flick of a switch.
The man's red eyes gazed over the room, unbothered and uncaring by the blackest night.
Lies. Everything was a lie. The darkest hour before the dawn was a lie. No matter how deep the darkness it could always grow blacker. All you need is love was a lie. Having love only threw every loss, every failure into stark relief.
The evil overlord list was a lie. There wasn't a single thing on the damned list about cloning the hero for the purposes of creating an evil doppleganger.