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Doc had thought there was something a little… off about his colleague for a while now. Sure, every person had their little peculiarities, from harmless idiosyncrasies to downright baffling oddness, but he swore that Grian was not normal anymore.
There was simply no way to justify how he managed to entirely fry every piece of technology he touched, or the way he always seemed to know a little too much and had eyes in the back of his head.
On top of this, the man had apparently decided to be actively annoying. Ever so often Grian showed up at his desk unannounced, clutching a dead phone or laptop, or once more hoping to fetch him for some bigger piece of machinery.
Whatever it was that he did with the things, they were always a pain to fix, and it happened so regularly that at this point it really had to be on purpose.
Today, however, Grian had managed to reach a whole new height of weirdness. Sure, maybe starting a prank war with his coworkers had not been the best of his ideas, but no one in their right mind would ever have expected the outcome to be this.
Because when he had stepped into the break room, what he’d found was Scar, their advertising manager, floating. That… was not supposed to be physically possible, and coming from Doc, who had seen quite a bit of absurdity in his time as a robotics engineer, that meant a lot.
He strained to spot any wires that might be suspending the man from the ceiling, but came away blank. There was no glimmer of light in the air, no way he might be fastened up there.
Whatever was happening, it certainly wasn’t the work of some complicated redstone machine, considering Grian was almost definitely the one who’d set it up.
On that note, it didn’t seem like Scar was going to get down from the ceiling any time soon. At the moment, he seemed like he was thoroughly enjoying floating, pushing himself along the ceiling and bobbing up and down, shouting "Look, Doc, I can fly!"
Soon enough he’d probably get bored whacking at the purple particles floating around his head. But, until then…
"Grian! What the heck did you do?!"
A moment later his coworker popped his head through the door, hands still covered in soot from the phone Doc had placed on his desk earlier, rigged go to create a small explosion if it ended up crashing.
"What’s up?" Grian chimed nonchalantly, acting like the man floating above them was an every day occurrence.
"What do you mean ‘what’s up'?? Look at this, man, what did you do?"
"Oh yeah. Scar wanted to test out my prank. Not quite sure how to get him down again though."
Doc sighed, bringing a hand to his face. "What? How?? And why Grian, why do you do this?"
His coworker just shrugged.
"Alright, I’m gonna go get a rope from the supply closet. We can try get him down that way." He punched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the words "Scar balloon" as he opened the door to the office space.
Every single item in the room was turned upside down. And in the midst of the chaos, doing a handstand… "PEARL!!!!"