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Funny story, it turns out that Tyrant kings don’t actually put shit back away nor do they do their fucking job! So now Danny has to do all of the work that has piled up over Who-Fucking-Knows how long! (Clockwork probably does)
Yeah, No thanks.
Despite his protests, the observants forced him to get to work and after several grueling hours of organizing and filing paperwork, he started to lose his grip on reality.
He seriously needs a damn vacation or something otherwise he’s going to go crazy REALLY soon…
Lo and Behold, a certain triangle who went by the name of “Bill” broke down the door and hovered into the archive room the Observants forced Danny in.
“Weren’t you supposed to be locked up in some sort of Therapy Dimension or something?” Danny shouted, not even bothering to look at the intruder.
”Well hello to you too, Your Highness” an annoying, grating voice answered.
The little shit is trying to mock him, Wow.
Danny finally looked away from his work and shot Bill a visibly unimpressed look. “What do you even want this time?”
“Yeesh, cant a guy just visit his Good Ol’ Pal?” Bill complained.
Danny Might be a-lot of things but one thing he isn’t is fucking stupid. (Debatable)
“What. Do. You. Want.” He questions, emphasizing each word.
“I’m bored” Bill whines.
Danny ignores him and just returns to his job, …Where did he put that file again…?
However, Bill does not give up. “Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey-“
Danny slowly turns around to look at him “WHAT.”
“I need entertainment, and it seems you do aswell, so how about a bet?”
Despite knowing to not trust Bill, Danny actually considers it since Bill cant do anything to him. (and he would do whatever to escape the mountains of untouched paperwork looming before him.)
“Well, what do you say Pal?”
“Screw it, i have nothing better to do anyway.” He sighs
This is probably a horrible idea…