Caitlin's P.O.V
"Hello! I am going to be your service person for today. What do you need?" I ask as my head flops on the desk painfully, I'm flipping done with this job.
"Are you alright?" Asks the two patients infront of me as I rub my head and sigh.
I work in a buisness that houses and helps superpowered indaviduals after they've been kicked out or something has happened. They tell the employee, me, what they need and the employee does it. The job requires me to do a wide variety of things, from finding an afordable house for them to shooting them in the head.
The people I'm helping today are about normal stronge for the people I usaually meet, they both have dyed hair, one has a strong beefy build with tanned skin compared to the other who has pale skin with a thin, short build.
"Yeah! Yeah! Now what do you need?" I ask as I look straight at them. "Well we um...have split personality disorder!" Says the thin one as he rubs the back of his head, his green hair slightly reministant of grass or neon paint.
"Yes and how can I help?" I ask as I look towards the other person, who looks directly back at me.
"You can-" I cut him off before he can finish by pulling a lever and shouting, "Boring!"
As they quickly disend, the mans red hair flying down with him I realise something, this is slightly remenisant of Buffy....Huh!
I sigh before tilting back in my chair and looking up at a copper plaque (Abby ordered it to be made out of copper but it's idiotic as you can bearly read the writing on it! She's always hated gold and loved copper, I wonder why? )
'All power people have problems! It's your job to *smudge* them!'
I shake my head before my little office door opens signaling that I have another client.
"Hello! What can I-Hey...." I start but realise I don't know his name and awkwardly cough.
The man, or should I say boy as he look about fifteen at most, sits down and doesn't say a word, now I'm interested. "Hello, may you please state your name?" I ask as politely as I can, He's got an adorable kind of fragility to him. The boy shakes his head, a large mop of black hair falling over his eyes.
"I'm guessing you don't talk...that's ok, write your name." I say, he's more interesting than anyone else I've seen, everyone else just seemed...programmed. The boy face-palms before shaking his head, making a doodle motion and shaking his head again.
"I'm guessing you can't write either? So why did you come here?" I ask, fully aware that we are now playing charades in my office. The boy nods, his black hair falling to the sides of his cheeks as he smiles at me, not showing his teeth.
I roll my eyes, "So, lat's just play charades shall we? What's the problem?" The boy thinks for a moment, his mouth scrunching up and his eyes wandering up to above my head.
I glace at my clock, "Come on, I haven't got all day..." I say as I become slightly annoyed, I'm meant to go home to Tom in a few minutes.
The boy stops his scrunching and looks at me before making a lot of quick gestures I can not understand before looking expectantly at me. "Ugh! I hate to do this but, here's my number. Get someone to call me if you need me, I promise I'll text you later." I say impatiently as I hand him a piece of paper with my number on it and shove him out the door, grabbing my bag with my phone in.
I lock the door and watch as the boy tiredly walks away, he must really have come a long way, I wonder what he wanted? A vibrating in my bag disturbs my thoughts, I reach into my bag and see Tom is calling me.
(Phone call)
"What do you need?"
"Wow! Nothing!"
"You wouldn't have called if it was nothing."
"Ok...Abby attacked me and a dude kind of blowed up the house, so....umm...don't go home. I'm currently in the middle of the woods and it doesn't look like I'll be anywere close to you anytime soon."
"Tom! Where am I suppose to go!"
"Just go across the street from where our house was, I've got a friend there who can keep you safe for a while until I get there."
"Why do I need to wait for you?"
"Because I've got something to tell you."
"Why can't you tell me now?"
"The line isn't secure."
"Tom!"
"Ok, ok, fine! I'll tell you a tiny bit now. I belive that my previouse theories that we're not us is true and-"
"TOM! I thought we went over this!"
"I know! But...I've got proof now!"
"Ok fine, carry on."
"Abby is super evil and somehow found a way to change something and now we're living in a weird distopia.
"Bye Tom."
"But that's just a theory, a reality theory!"
"What?"
"How'd you like that! I've been working on it! *totally didn't steal it from a diffrent universe*"
"What was that?"
"Nothing!"
*call ended*
Well I better head off to Tom's friends house.
