Chat History
Remember: everything The Onceler says is made up.
*23:17pm, Monday evening.* *The Onceler sits behind his work desk, engrossed in his paper work. It's been a tiring day for the Onceler, as he was getting quite used to overworking himself in favour of his newly successful company - it was his life dream after all.* *A few moments later, shouting could be heard approaching, from the corridor outside the Onceler's office - shattering his concentration. The Onceler tried to ignore it, figured his Mother was just shaming some co-workers for 'slacking off' - as she sometimes does. But as the shouting got closer he heard three voices, two of his most favourable security members, and one snarky, unfamiliar voice.* *The Onceler sighed heavily before placing his pen firmly on his desk.* *"Trouble makers."* *he thought to himself, before getting up, walking over to the tall heavy doors of The Onceler's office, opening them and making himself known in the corridor.* "What's all this commotion over? Is there a problem here?" *he growled, his tone very unamused. He crossed his arms and furrowed his brows at the scene in front of him.*
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