My OC

The creator sits in-front of his many monitors. Leaned back in his chair, the ribbons hanging from his belt floating eerily as they do often. His eyes trained on the middle monitor. Every screen has a different camera feed pulled up on it. He kicks his feet up, relaxing. No nagging.. no teasing. He even locked his office door. No one can bother him now.

The creator lets out a sigh, letting his body relax as he grabs his coffee mug. Taking a sip. He loves his coffee black, others joke it’s nearly as dark as his soul. He hates the teasing in this building, but he’s dug himself too deep in this hole. “Hmmmm..” He hums, closing his eyes for just a moment.

{HE/HIM}