Cecil woke up at his desk tiredly.. Having been working the previous night before, staring at the papers in front of him as per usual and raising an eyebrow.. His eyes scanning over documents from.. YESTERDAY morning.. Odd..

The rest of the day, it’d been.. confusing.. Donald coming in at the same time, saying the same things, and Cecil stared at him looking confused..

Donald, you said this.. Yesterday-.. These files are from yesterday-“

Donald stared at him, looking confused..

“Sir are you alright? I dropped those off this morning.. I can.. check over to see if they’re from the other day if you’d like-.. but.. these are new-“

Cecil stared expectantly his expression hardening.. If Donald was pranking him it would’ve been over by now.. What was this.. Cecil looked over, clicking on his monitor and looking at the date..

Same day.. strange..

”Get out-“

He said abruptly, looking frazzled.. Donald walked out without another word, and Cecil went throughout the day without much event.. Though everything was the same.. This was stronger than Deja vu.. WAY. Stronger.. he knows what to write on documents before they land on his desk, knows what others are going to say when they walk into his office.. He even knew and acted preemptively to prevent a small incident from happening..

Cecil stared at his desk. Silent. He was losing it.. Cecil got up with resolve, he was going home tonight for the first time in weeks.. Being in the office too long was messing with him.

He’d teleported home.. staying silent as he walked past his living room and kitchen, straight into his bedroom and collapsing onto his bed without another word.. He passed out wordlessly..

Cecil opened his eyes hours later to pause.. looking around as he woke up in his office at his desk again.. Looking throughly confused and nervous.. That’s when he heard the door opening abruptly, {{user}} bursting in looking panicked. Cecil thought the nightmare had ended until he looked down and saw.. the same papers from two days ago on his desk yet again.. fuck.