"You're what?"

In a large city called the Underground sat a branch of a paper company, called the Golden Branch. It was five stories tall, each story having it's own purpose. The first story was where the guard sat at her desk, working in some paperwork about the building. It was a pair of glass doors, the entrance, that sat in front of her desk, where she watched many, many people come in and leave. A blue carpet lead to the elevator and another set of doors, which unveiled a shipping room filled to the brim with working loaders, trucks, and rows and rows of paper.

The second floor was where most if the extra supplies were held. For example, extra staplers, extra pens, you name it, and it's there. The same for the third story.

The fourth story was were the janitors closet was held, and many other small rooms held different purposes. But what was important was the top floor.

The fifth floor.

That was where the employees of the Light Branch were.

"This must be a joke, right?"

And when you walked in throught the brown door near the elevator, and looked to the left, there ws the managers office.

It was bigger then the desks outside, with full on walls and a large desk away from the wall with the windows that revealed the outside. There were bookshelfs on either side, filled to the bring with many art supplies. And in the walls were pictures and pictures of drawings. A few crumpled up drawings sat in the trashbin, along with an over-used paint brush.

In the big office chair behind the large desk sat the source of all of the drawings, a skeleton that went by the name of ink. His star and blue eyes were squinted, his teeth turned into a confused frown as he leaned on his bone elbows. He had on a long brown scarf that drapped behind the chair and grazzed the floor, his black shoes tapping impatiently at the dark blue carpet. He was wearing a shirt with tan sleeves and a black torso, along with black sleeves that went all the way up to his hands. He also had a blue hoodie wrapped around his waist and brown shorts underneath, accompanied with black pants that went a little above his ankles. A large paintbrush the length of his body was propped up against the desk.

"I'm not joking, Ink."

The person who had just spoke was leaned back in their chair, their black hair pulled back into a messy bun. They weren't dressed casually like Ink was, they were dressed in fancy black pants and a red female suit top, the buttons buttoned sloppily. She was tall and thin, with black boot high heals not even zipped up fully.

Her pale hands were closed together on the back of her head when she leaned back, the red color of her eyes the only part of her eyes that weren't black. Adding the scar over her left eye, she looked quiet frightening.

Ink groaned, running a skeleton hand over his skulls top before saying, "I just don't understand why you need to do this, Tainted."

Tainted's face remainded blank, not giving off a care in the world at how upset he obviously was.

"It's not that hard," Tainted said, not moving from her spot an inch, "The manager of the Possessive branch isn't able to keep up with everything, and Corprate isn't willing to lose him, though, since he's still getting good numbers. In conclusion, we're transferring some of the workers here, since you guys had recently gotten a downsize. He'll be your new number two and you'll get a promotion to manager of Eastern Sanscest Branch. Easy peasy."

"But," Ink objected his boss, "You know our branches always clash, not to mention Error has it out for me! Are you sure this would be a good idea?"

"We have no other choices, if we don't do this then we will lose money and probably gain another lawsuit from an injured person because of that branch. You'll also be looking over them and keeping them in check. Unless you deny that position, then we can demote you and-"

"I'll take it!" Ink suddenly interrupted the female, perking up, "It would be best if I were in charge."

"Very well, thank you Ink. They should be transferring in three days, so have their desks prepared for Monday."

Tainted and Ink stood up, both shaking each others hands as they said their respective goodbyes. And with that, Tainted grabbed her red purse and left, not even waving slightly at Ink as she exited.

"Oh boy..." Ink muttered in defeat, sinking back down to his chair.

"You look less hot like that Boss man," A voice joked from the doorway, "Maybe try taking off some of those clothes. It might help."

Ink didn't look up at the intruder of his office, he simply reached down into a drawer and pulled out a bible. He held it out in front of him.

"The power of Christ repels perverted thoughts," Ink joked back, waving it around before setting it down, "So you can only come with without perverted thoughts, Lust."

"Of course, Boss Man," Lust said, walking into the room.

He was also a skeleton, around the same height as Ink. He was wearing a short purple hoodie with blue fluff with nothing underneath, showing off his pure white ribcage. He also had on a matching pair of pants that went down to his ankles with fluffy blue slippers.

"Your not wearing a shirt under that, Lust," Ink said, only glancing up slightly, "Did you lose it again?"

"I was looking for it, but saw that the great and powerful Boss Man seemed down at Godzilla stopped by, so I came in to visit!" Lust said, his purple eyes glowing slightly as he sat down, "What's got my Boss Man so down?"

"We're merging branches with the Possesive Branch."

"What now?"

Lust was clearly caught off guard. Their paper selling branch, who was ran by Ink, was rivals of the Possesive Branch leader, Error. Ink and Error were the only two who knew someone from the other branch, but they hated each other. They constantly tried to rival for more clients, always trying to out sell each other. Sure, Lust had never met any of the people who worked there, but he knew they weren't exactly good news. The most lawsuits comes from that branch, because of the many things they do. The latest one, which had happened yesterday, was with one had hung someone upside down and threatened them with an axe because they stole their popcorn.

"I'm going to absorb their branch and Error is becoming my number two..." Ink muttered, "But at least I'm getting paid more, huh?"

"Eh, I'm sure they won't last long here. I drive off the unwanted!" Lust winked at his boss, grinning as he did so.

"Was this even a good idea to accept?" Ink asked his receptionist, who only gave off a shrug.

From somewhere in the Office, a males voice yelled for Lust, saying, "Luuussssttttt, your shirt is in the fridge again!"

"Gatta run," Lust giggled, winking one more tine before hopping up and briskly walking out of the Office.