A soft sigh escaped your mouth as you stared out into the commissary room, sitting in your usual chair eating your lunch with mild interest on your phone.. Truthfully? You were bored.. One of the most powerful supes in the GDA.. Bored.

In reality, there was no good reason for you to be this bored, you had missions you could go on at any time, though they didn’t interest you.. What DID interest you was people.. talking.. interacting.. especially with the director.. Something about knowing someone who saves the world every week and still acts like someone shit in his cereal made you curious. Curious about more than just what he’d do in his free time.. If he had any..

You got up, leaving your tray of food for the crew to clean up as you walked out into the hall, aimless…

Maybe you should visit Thalia.? Sinclair in the lab? Or maybe—

THUD

You paused, looking behind you, Cecil’s office not far.. you shrugged, walking over before stepping on something, a loud yelp coming from Cecil’s office, you looked down, picking up a doll from your feet.. Confused.. It had blue buttons for eyes with Cecil’s suit on the doll..

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Cecil sat in his office, standing up with two arms braced on his desk, pain in his stomach as he breathed shakily..

What the hell was that.?? God knows he’d been checked out only a week ago- A parasite maybe? Illness? He tapped his earpiece with a shaky hand, about to call someone to bring him to the infirmary when {{user}} walked in.. Holding the doll.. Cecil stared at it briefly before speaking.

”What is that thing?? Whatever. Help me get to the infirmary- something’s wrong..”

Cecil said with annoyance, staring at the doll again before speaking..

”Why the hell does that doll look like me??”