Outernet.exe: Virus

Bossing people around is a lord's duty

Omg it's been so long since I updated. Y'know what, i'm not making anymore promises on how long i'm gonna take to get these chapters out because i keep breaking them T_T

Getting more into the juicy lore though

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"–and she didn't even get my tea order right! I asked for TWO, sugars, TWO, NOT HARD TO REMEMBER," he scowls, throwing away a fresh lavender shirt from his wardrobe, "And THEN, she gets the bloody wrong fuckin' tea flavour!!" he slams the wardrobe door shut, not content with any of the options of clothing inside.

The boy with purple hair flinches slightly, standing a couple metres away from him at least, "If you would like sir, I could make you another cup-"

"Don't worry about that.." he begins as he walks past the butler, "..and worry about getting me a new trenchcoat tailored!"

The boy pulls out a notepad from his vest pocket, scrambling to open up to a new page. He then whips out a pen from his pocket as well, plucking off the lid swiftly and jotting down notes as he follows behind him.

"My usual one has gotten tacky. I want a fresh look, a...a GRAND phenomenon as an outfit..a-an OUTFIT THAT WILL INFLICT FEAR ON MY ENEMIES!!" he clenches his fist in the air, eyes burning with fire.

"Mhmm....so will that be like the last one orr-"

"Nonono, make it...DARKER RED. MORE SPIKES, SHARP POINTS."

"Spikes....sharp.."

"Also make it....sexyy.." he smirks to himself.

The purple haired butler makes a tight, awkward expression as he writes those words down. God...why do I work for this guy...

"I want $^(@#& to fall head over heels for me everytime she gets a glimpse of me," he fantasises, dramatically laying a hand over his head.

The boy jots down "Fulfil the Lord's fantasies" with no other thoughts but, jumping off a cliff in this exact moment.

"Anywho, you'll be off doing that and leave me alone for the rest of the day. I'm busy," he makes a shooing motion with his hand towards the young boy before striding off down the hall.

Purple looks up from his notepad. After a moment he just sighs, his expression showing his lack of energy for everything.

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Swinging open the heavy wooden doors, he strides into the laboratory with a mission...and a heavy amount of anger. Engineers and scientists around look up from their rowed desks, an instant spike of fear jolting up their spines. "YELLOW!!" he bellows.

A fair-skinned, tall, young adult woman looks up from a large desk, lifting the dusty safety glasses from her eyes, "Sir?"

He stampedes down the middle path, "I need an update, NOW!'

The yellow haired girl gulps nervously. Despite being the lord's besthand in the laboratory, the man still scares the life out of her, "All w-work is in order sir. Flaws in U.L.T.R.A are being dealt with."

"Being dealt with!? THEY SHOULD'VE ALREADY–" he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Let me see it for myself."

Yellow quickly stands from her chair and walks along another pathway, each step making a nice "clack" sound on the stone floor, the tail of her long lab coat swaying behind her. He follows behind the scientist, his walk much heavier, filled with pride and authority.