ITT: Our Avatars work in an Office: Executive Boogaloo

... It would make sense.

Jural: So, do you know where our glorious Maou-sama is?

We have just gotten here. We do not know who he is.

Yes! We do not know!

Jural: Then who knows? And where is the boss? Who is the boss?

We also do not know.

Not knowing! That is what we do!

I also don't know!

Jural: ...I think you need aspirin more than I do.

-The intercom turns on again.-

THAT'D BE YELLOW DIAMOND. THE BOSS, I MEAN. MAOU AND THE OTHER CHOICE Characters HAS HIT ON HER AT SOME POINT, PROBABLY DUE TO HER CHOICE FIGURE. WAIT, WHERE DOES THIS INTERCOM BROADCAST?

-The intercom shuts off.-

edited 16th Feb '16 9:42:30 AM by RandomWriter413

Jural: And where she is supposed to be?

All of a sudden, a small child appears, floating in the air with a mischievous smile.

"Somebody call my name?"

Jural backs down.

Jural: Hah!! Who are you? I sense malevolence... the same one as that fiend's, Chargeman Ken!

Caliborn'd simply continue to watch the monitors, when the kid arrived.

NO IDEA. BUT HEY, CONGRATS YOU'RE HIRED ETC ETC BLAH BLAH, WELCOME TO THE COMPANY, SOME STUPID SPEECH THAT PEARL RECITES.....

Chara'd get a paper airplane in his or her hair, that basically told them whatever job was on it, which would be their occupation.

edited 16th Feb '16 9:51:09 AM by RandomWriter413

It is a demon child. Much like Ben.

He is a literal demon child! Green hat!

"I am Chara. The demon that comes when somebody calls its name."

"If you're looking for Yellow Diamond, she and Pearl are on an emergency trip to Homeworld. She made sure I'd be able to be summoned whenever I'm needed to..." The fallen child smiles as their eyes widen and go pitch-black.

"Keep an eye on things."

Their eyes go back to normal as the child pouts and picks the paper airplane out of their hair.

Jural: So you know about the boss? Do you know about my lord, Maou-sama, 's current state?

Oh. Oh schieese. Yellow Diamond put an ominous demon child in charge of the company. He might actually have to start leaving his office. Granted, the kid was in his age group, but brownnosing would likely fail.

Caliborn'd exit the office, and wave to his new boss.

SO, YOU'RE IN CHARGE THEN. CONGRATS. ANY ORDERS?

The fallen child shrugs. "No idea. Sorry." They don't seem sorry, or like they care very much.

They then turn to Caliborn.

"Oh no, by no means am I in charge! I'm simply here to pop in every once in a while, make sure everything's running smoothly," the child nonchalantly pulls out an old knife and wipes some strange dust off of it, "Take care of anyone causing problems..."

You certainly are threatening. We must make sure we fix the office when you aren't around.

Cap'n! It isn't a good idea to state your plans!

Caliborn, being a murderous little brat who had ended a friggin planet and would, in the future, become Lord English, destroyer of universes, simply felt intrigued at the knife and it's dust.

Well, most of the reports for today are done. Usually, this is when YD would call us management employees in, and tell us how the day went, or rant on some technician calling her a clod. I don't see how that's considered horrid. The coworkers have drawn some things which might be considered nastie-

Caliborn'd shut up, and head over to the fridge, before reading a note on some food.

Then he simply took a bit of Maou's lunch/the food, and ate it.

Jural: Hey! Don't touch that! That's the great lord Maou-sama's food! He will be angry at you when he'll arrive...

You mean that guy who's begging Yellow Diamond for help? Last I heard, he was in Antartica, losing to some brat. Caliborn'd snark, in response.

Note to self, remove any and all pictures/posters/slash fiction of Yellow Diamond from the office. Or at least, from line of sight.

Jural: Hey, there's a glowing picture of Maou-sama back on the wall! He seems to be at the beach! And he's pretty ripped!

edited 16th Feb '16 10:22:58 AM by arcada188

Jahn 1 begins whispering to Jahns 2 and 3.

I think it would be wise to assimilate the Jural. The more of us there are, the more of a chance we stand.

What about the horned one? He seems powerful!

No, we cannot risk it just yet. We must start small.

Jural: I've heard you!

What? Uh... We said... we should ass-lube to jello!

What does that mean?

Roll with it!

The Jural reveals a tape recorder.

Jural: You are so fired.