MY FIRST COMMISSION! Ordered by @queensqueercourt , a 500 words fic around his tf2 oc, Tirzah. Go ahead and comission with me! , and read this piece clicking down bellow :}
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“A wizard is never late, nor early, he arrives exactly when he needs to arrive…” That was the dilemma young Tirzah was pondering. The company, which grossed $995,824.15 million a year, managed to offer the benevolent teenager a 10-minute lunch break during her unpaid shift. However, between the walk from the accounting office to the street, the food truck queue, and the simple desire to continue listening to her tape player for longer, the teen had already tripled their break time. Tirzah could record other numbers on the time clock. “Nobody’s going to jail for this!… Right?
Soon the concern about the time clock was replaced. "Hey… Didn’t I lock this room before I left?” Oh, shit, an invasion? A corporate spy? Right during their shift? And Tirzah had left her gun in there, because who in their right mind takes a gun to lunch? Well, at Fortress, everyone. The teenager slowly opened the door and grabbed the nearest object — the trusty stapler. They could hear someone near the computer, stealing invaluable information, no doubt. Tirzah jumped:
— HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE!
It wasn’t a corporate spy, but technically, it was still something of the sort. Makoto, the ten-year-old boy, jumped in the computer chair, not to mention his scream.
— Geez, kid! I almost put a paperclip in you! Your dad will kill me if you show up with a paperclip stuck in your head!
— Sorry… — Makoto awkwardly adjusted his glasses, and then the computer screen caught his attention again; it seemed like something extremely important; — Oh, damn…
The boy typed rapidly on the keyboard, and the teenager stared at the door again:
— Did you unlock the door?
— …No.
There was a paperclip on the table, right next to the mouse the boy was using, and Makoto quickly stuffed it in his pocket. — It was… like that when I got here…
— Hm, I see… — Tirzah approached to find out what the boy in the blue shirt had been up to for the last half hour: Around the printer, some coloring pages and printed spy movie posters, plus an article about the New Mexico spadefoot frog, stapled together with a map that went from the Fortress to a rural part of the region. But at the moment, the boy was looting a virtual medieval village, positioning several archers for combat.
— Did you download Tussle of Guildes on the company computer?… Hey! There’s a cannon there! Send the troops over there!
— Uh, Okay! Right!
— And you have a giant! Put him here, and don’t forget the wizard’s tower!
— Yes! Right away!
— Great! We’re almost winning! NOW GO!, DESTROY THE VILLAGE CASTLE!
— YES, YES!
A very successful attack, guaranteeing 3 stars for the champions who shouted in celebration.
— YEAH, HAHA! Very good, kid… Wow, you’re already level 5, impressive.
— Do you play Tussle of Guilds, Tirzah?
— Of course! How do you think I managed to help you? Nothing complicated for a level 9 like me…
— Wow… — Tirzah could feel the admiration in Makoto’s voice, making her feel proud.
…Oh, the work schedule! The young helped the boy gather his things and said goodbye at the door:
— If I talk to your father, I think he’ll let us go after those frogs… Oh, and try not to practice on the base doors, okay?
— Haha, alright… Bye! — Makoto, however, turned around. — Oh, Tirzah: You urgently need to improve your espionage techniques! I knew someone was in the room as soon as you came in, but I didn’t do anything because I thought it was Miss Pauling. I’ll give you some tips later… Bye bye!
“Well, you can’t win them all,” the teenager reflected while adjusting the numbers on the time clock.
