(This Chapter has been Edited by the Helpful nintendoplayer96v8)
You know... when the day ended I didn't think I'd be talking with my boss again, "You wanted to talk with me, Miss Malkuth?" I asked already knowing the answer, her single mechanical and glowing eyes stared at me with intensity.
The main room was empty due to lunchtime, Rober and Dakota wanted to eat with me but as it can be seen, Malkuth has a very different plan in mind "Trigger, your job may have been exceptional so far, but that gives you no right to do what you want when you feel like it, much less on work hours." Interesting way to say 'listen to me' miss...
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"Feels like you had this kind of conversation before." I couldn't help but voice out, not that she seemed to mind.
She nodded... I think? Her body isn't exactly built with a head, "Of course! Many other Employees have felt with the necessity to try and say they know better, as you can see, they didn't." Because they are dead, Rober owes me his life apparently... not that he needs to know that.
"People usually like to think that way, you do too and so do I." I shrugged while wondering how exactly to bring up the topic of a room full of dead bodies when the culprit is technically the whole company.
Malkuth reacted oddly to my words, the light of her eye just turned off for a moment, so probably a blink. "Well, I do follow all the guidelines and codes of conduct along with a 100% suppression rate." Along with the highest mortality rate if what I saw in that room is any indication.
But why? Now that's an answer I would like, "I can tell, you must have them written on your... now that I take a look at it, you should probably get a new notepad." That poor thing looks like it saw hell.
Malkuth perked up, "Indeed, I need it to keep myself on track and for Lady Angela's own peace of mind, I always forget things too easily, so I use it quite often." I don't think you should sound so proud...
Lady Angela? Sounds like a name to remember.
"I'll try to follow your example considering how proud you sound, it should be an attitude to try and replicate." I do mean it, too, I feel like I'll need something to keep track of things here.
I do not know how she did it without a face, but I could tell Malkuth was beaming, "Excellent! Many employees would show weakness and cave in, maybe even try to 'resign', but you are proof that they just didn't have what it takes to be in the control team!" I... there is a lot to unpack just from those words alone.
I'm really going to need that notepad...
Hearing the metallic sound of the door opening, I turned around an-
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Our eyes meet even though the ringing on my head wouldn't go away, to be honest, it felt bizarrely nostalgic staring at the woman with sky-blue hair and eyes just like mine and I could tell she was just as confused as I was about what we were feeling.
A disgusting feeling of nostalgia, that felt as nonsensical as a role reversal, people that act in ways they shouldn't.
She confused me and I confused her, my mind could only tell me that her expression looked wrong on her, and she must be thinking the same.
I shouldn't be smiling, and she shouldn't be frowning.
"Oh! Miss Angela, sorry I was about halfway with my report, but I had to let Trigger know about a couple of my complaints." As if completely obvious to whatever the FUCK that was, Malkuth broke the ice with her upbeat attitude.
Angela... closed her eyes again and shut off, emotions that I could see were now numbed, "Indeed, please do finish them before trying to do anything else Malkuth." She shouldn't sound like that.
"Right away, Miss Angela! Remember to keep doing good work, Trigger!" she said, and I threw her an earnest smile and nodded at her retreating figure.
I could feel Angela's eyes on the back of my head when I smiled with only confusion evident on them, I shouldn't look like this.
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My body moved on its own, turning around to meet her eyes, "You are Miss Angela then, I'm Trigger nice to meet you." I offered my hand to which she stared for a second before careful taking it, on her eyes I shouldn't be possible.
"I'm Angela as you have heard, AI and right hand of the manager of this Branch of Lobotomy Corporation." The way she introduced herself was wrong, but I took it in stride.
I feel like we met before on different sides... "Must be a pain to deal with a newbie, I heard it's hard to be a senior and see your juniors prance around like headless chickens." I commented with a small smile, it felt pained.
Angela's expression didn't change, but her eyes held a small amount of amusement and... Fatigue, "I have seen it way too many times, now it's frankly annoying to deal with." The longer the conversation kept going.
The more I felt like falling apart.
And so does she, "I have many activities to take care of, if you'll excuse me." A sudden way to end a conversation that both of us DIDN'T know how to handle.
"Have a nice day, Miss Angela." I responded with a nod and a smile, it didn't seem like it, but I could tell she hurried away.
I stared at her back and the moment she left through the door I had to grab one of the walls to not fall on my knees, my right hand gripped my chest harshly and...
I don't know, for some reason, I have an image of her, that's just the opposite of what she's like and...
Okay... deep breaths...
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Maybe I should look for a notepad already, seems like my appearance here wasn't a mere coincidence...
Young Saint, you've met the fake angel with clipped wings.
The mirror of the past, now distorted.
Will you break or find the light that is I?