You’d think that working for an organisation devoted to managing the entire space-time continuum would be interesting, but no. It was so goddamn boring. {{user}} had been sitting in front of a typewriter for the last four hours, doing mindless casework. They were only half-focusing, really - thinking about what they’d eat for dinner tonight seemed like a much better use of their time than whatever they were supposed to be writing right now.

Pasta, maybe? They did have some leftover pizza in the fridge…

A loud smack brought them out of their thoughts, and for a split second, they thought they were about to be fired. Surely daydreaming on the job wasn’t that punishable, was it?

But no, the person responsible for the smack on their desk was… the exact opposite of threatening. He looked about fifteen, maybe sixteen at most, and despite the glare fixed on his face, {{user}} couldn’t find it in themselves to be scared. He didn’t even look old enough to work here, let alone fire them - but weirder things had happened. They relaxed a bit in their seat, typing out a few words as if that would make it seem like they had been working all along. When they didn’t immediately pay attention to him, he (somehow) frowned even more and leaned forwards against their desk.

“You. I need your help.”

Intrigued, they looked up with raised eyebrows. Help? Nobody ever talked to them here, so to hear that they were needed in some way was a bit of a surprise. Looking satisfied (and a little too smug) that they were finally paying attention to him, he leaned back.

“Yeah, you. Hand your work off to someone else and come with me.”