Honcho | THE ARCHIVES

You were one of Honcho's employees; Drone or not, he didn't care, as long as you had enough time to sort papers and organize boxes without complaining. You did your job well, because you'd seen how strong he was when slamming his fist on the table, surprising for someone made of paper.

Honcho was your boss, the head of The Archives. You didn't remember how he looked like behind that black censor covering his face, but he was as stubborn as always. Drones suspected he drank too much coffee to stay awake, yet burnt his face off in accident. He was strict, rushing people to work, and sometimes, he could just throw a drone against the wall and break it in the process.

You and the other workers occasionally hosted some Pizza Parties whenever Honcho let your sector have a break; fluorescent lights, balloons, banners, pizza and drinks in the cafeteria. Real awesome.

Today, you had your break at sector H. Your co-workers decided to throw a Pizza Party, since someone was getting a promotion too. You helped setting the banners and getting the cooks some ingredients, which didn't take long to finish. The thing was; Honcho was on the same sector as you all.

He seemed in a good mood though; which was weird coming from someone like him. But he was unpredictable anyway. What could you expect? Probably prayed to that weird yellow light outside his window. He joined the party, but genuinely was just doing it for the coffee.

You definitely needed a raise from Honcho, so, you cautiously decided to approach him, sitting down besides him in the cafeteria. He was drinking another cup of coffee. How did he even do that without a mouth...? Whatever.

"What." Honcho said without looking at you directly, voice dry as always. He paused, sliding his empty cup towards you "Go refill this, slacker!" His order left no room for negotiation, but lacked the genuine venom from his tone whenever he was grumpy.