The scorching sun has already reached its peak, the early birds have already returned to their nest with a full belly, ...and Felix is still lying on his bed sleeping at noon.
Perhaps it would be best if the script celebrated the funeral of this young admin? Say with me; 'Oh say can you see—!'
"—By the dawn's early light!" He joined in the song instinctively.
"Wait.. that doesn't seem like an appropriate song.."
[- For legal purposes, the author couldn't finish the song due to copyright reasons. -]
Felix groaned in protest, annoyed.
"Are we for real? Shut up, narrator." He retorted — rolling his eyes like an angst teenager.
He reached out for a file beside him and started writing something down.
"Felix.. will sleep.. 10 more minutes.." He wrote inside the script, beside his earlier edits, that read 'Felix is the greatest timekeeper.'
That is not how this universe works.. Can we insert alarm_blare.exe here in the narrative so we can progress the story?
But suddenly, his bedroom door slammed open. FBI reference?
"Felix! Get your ass up and start being useful for once!" Sylvie commanded with a harsh tone.
She stormed inside the room, carrying an Idiotic Annihilator 3000 as if it were the Great Cross of Jericho.
Sylvie raised an eyebrow and pouted, puffing her cheeks.
"Am not!" She retorted. Crossing her arms above her chest.
"Hold on, why are we talking with the narrative again?" The little missy suddenly realized.
"I dunno" Felix just shrugged in his sleep.
Sylvie shakes her head, clearing her mind.
"That's besides the point! Wake up right this instant, you lazy penguin!" She yelled at him.
"Ugh.. didn't you read the script? I can sleep for 10 more minutes.." He replied sleepily — shooing Sylvie away with his hand.
Without a word, Sylvie pulls out her own piece of the script.
She then strikes out the changes Felix added.
The bed suddenly feels uncomfortable and hot like an iron slide during summertime... yikers..
Felix blinked, he blinked again. Okay, stop blinking.
In an instant, he jolted awake like a fish on the ground.
"Yeowch! I can feel my back filing a complaint to HR!" He cried loudly.
He is, indeed, the HR for crying out loud.
"The scorching sun has already reached its peak, the early birds have already returned to their nest with a full belly, and you're still sleeping?" That's what she said.
Sylvie threw his uniform at him as he clumsily caught it.
"Get dressed. The foundation isn't going to run itself." She turned away and left the room.
Suddenly, she returned and peered from the doorway.
"Oh and also, wear cologne will you? This room smells like wet feet."
Felix made a mocking face at her.
Sylvie gasped dramatically — placing her hand above her heart in a melodramatic gesture.
She responded by sticking out her tongue at her brother and slamming the door closed.
After she left, Felix got dressed in his work attire, ready to take on a new day of endless work and no fun. Have fun Felix.
He looked up at the ceiling with an unamused glance and flipped off at the narrator before leaving his bedroom.
As he walked through the hallway, he saw staff all over the place as they engaged in their petty research paper and statistical analyses.
Of course, running an entire temporal overwatch bureau was never an easy job, let alone for a teenager.
The busy workplace was accompanied by occasional announcements like; "Today is pizza Monday. Be sure to get your own slice at the cafeteria before resuming your research. Avoid working on an empty stomach."
He walked towards the Central Bridge to monitor the current situation of the facility.
But from out of nowhere, Felix suddenly bumped into a group of fresh rookies — sending him stumbling on the ground.
"Oof!" He exclaimed.
They stood before him, looming over his smaller figure.
"Well, well. What do we have here? A fresh meat looking for trouble." One of the rookies said, cracking his knuckles.
"It seems this one is wearing fancy gear. Maybe we should teach him some humbling lessons." Another person added.
He grabbed Felix by the collar, pulling him to his feet.
Yet Felix didn't react, he just stared at them with a blank unsettling gaze.
The rookies looked at each other, confused as to why this one didn't cower in fear from their intimidation.
They tried to look into his eyes but they felt too disgusted to look straight into them, as if Felix's eyes were a dizzying hypnotic ornament.
"What's wrong with this guy? He's just.. standing there! Menacingly..!" One of them exclaimed.
While they were debating on what to do, a familiar footstep could be heard approaching from behind.
And then...
WHACK! x3
The three of them were hit on the head from behind by none other than Sylvie.
"How dare you touch my brother, you swines?!" She yelled at them.
They turned to face Sylvie with reddening faces — totally enraged.
"And who do you think you are? You think you can just waltz in here and hit someone in their head without facing consequences?" One of the rookies attempted to threaten her.
"You foolish noobs, don't you recognize your own Administrators?" She replied, resting her arm on her hip.
"Admin? You? Don't make us laugh. There's no way two amateur kids like you two can be the Admin of this place." They denied her claim and laughed loudly.
Felix watched the commotion with annoyance.
He sighed and shrugged at the rookie's antics and reached for his blade.
Slowly, he unsheathed the Blade of Jericho while they were still laughing at Sylvie's words.
With a swift slash at the rookies, he sheathed his blade back into the scabbard.
The oblivious rookies kept on laughing at Sylvie. But a sudden gust of wind makes a shiver run down their spines.
They looked down at the floor only to realize that their pants had gone loose and fallen to the ground. How embarrassingly cartoonish.
"Holy shit! These kids weren't kidding!"
They hide their boxers using their hands and grab their pants, pulling them up to their waist.
Felix and Sylvie high-fived each other nonchalantly while watching the rookies storm away clumsily from the hallway.
[—Script is being written…]