A phone rings loudly across the office, silenced only when lifted from its holder. "Hello. Destruction, Confusion and Misinterpretation is my game, chaos is my name. How can I help you?"

"Uh huh, I see. Hmm, I don't know if we do that here. Can you please hold while I check with the boss. Thank you,” The voice said into the phone as they dialed in a few numbers. 

Elsewhere in the nondescript building, a red light of a transfer call flashes in a well lit office. The floor to ceiling window stood tall behind the mahogany desk filled with various nick nacks, rounding out the design to mirror its owner’s personality. “This is the Fox. I create plots, fluffs and other stuff. What do you want? I gots what you need.”

"It's a special order sir. They want fluff AND chaos."

"Dude...we haven't had one of those in a while. You checked the storage folder? We got any left over from the 90s?"

Chaos nodded despite fox not being able to see them, "I checked the system but the closest we have is something from the  70s and frankly it has a LOT of disco themes."

"Ah shit...dammit Johnson! That idiot forgot to restock it...OK! Here is the plan. Go to the third drawer down. Open it; file at the back. It's angst but there will be lots of sparkles and bombs. Give ‘em that."

Chaos speeds off to the drawer and speaks to the client only to run down the busy hallway, filled with a mixture of men and women, some wearing suits and others wearing a simple jeans and t-shirt combo, all with a drink in hand and sheets of papers flying about, to the boss’s office. 

"BOSS THEY SAID THEY ARE A SOFT BOI AND CAN'T DO ANY ANGST" cried out as they swung the door open. 

Fox leans back into the plush chair, eyes widening slightly in shock, "Who can't do angst these days? I mean really?"

"Apparently the caller is in their mid-30s and has had a long day sir."

"Haven't we all……...ok ok. Plan B and I hope this works. Take out the green folder from the second set of shelves. It's the 'soft romance + over helpful sub characters' it'll be a slowburn but that amount of over-stimulant should bring the chaos they want."

“Wait a second boss, but isn't that story from the tester prompt we gave to the intern last month? We haven’t tried it out on the focus group yet. Are you sure about this ?" Chaos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

"This guy clearly needs something to lean on. If a slow burn between fluff balls with numerous cheer squads at their back doesn't help him...he's doomed anyway" the boss replies shaking their head emphasising the lost cause if the situation were to escalate. 

"Alright boss, I'll send it to him straight away. Feedback is gonna take a while though. The kid went a little overboard and wrote over 100k words. "

"Little fucker is an overachiever and I'm setting that read-through/edit to your desk. I got a long list of fluff-smut things crossing my desk lately and they need lots of attention. Some people can't write these days." Fox huffed in annoyance, looking at the stack of paper to the left. 

Chaos groaned slightly as they sent the story over to the caller via their phone, "Aww what ~ This is the fifth time this week boss. I had to bring home three stories last week. All of them over 100k and one of the three hitting 400k. Plus it was sci-fi, you know I don't vibe with all those made up words."

"Sci-fi? Who sent you a sci-fi story? That wasn't on the…” 

Like a figurative light bulb blinking awake above their head Fox smirks at Chaos. “Oh ~ it was Natalie in the 'drama' department wasn't it? Ha!!! I think she likes you."

"Natalie? No way boss, that woman hates my guts. The last time we talked was during the last company event and she basically said that I looked like a walking talking potato ball."

"She talked to you.” Fox began, holding up their index finger, “First clear sign - that woman doesn't even look me in the eye when she has to report something. I'm telling ya; she got it bad! But she can't go straight for ya; especially when you are in Chaos and Confusion.”

The boss pauses for a moment, “She's pretty but no real backbone. And you do kinda act like a potato at times…"

The said leader of chaos and confusion gasped like an offended 1950’s chirstian woman who just heard blasphemy in church. 

"I'm offended boss. I do not act like a potato. Potatoes can't cause chaos and confusion to the masses. Well.....maybe a mashed potato can but a potato ball cannot !!!"

"I don't know…... I mean throw a potato in a crowd and you certainly get confusion. A little chaos too, if someone gets hurt."

Chaos continued on, waving their arms around animatedly.

"Also since she doesn't look at you maybe she likes you instead. I mean you're the boss, boss."

Fox waved his hands in front of him, "Oh no. I'm done with any sort of business relations. I don't want another weird stalker from the 'ships' department after me. They're a freaky lot, they are."  He said with a shiver. 

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"Well...." Chaos gazed behind their boss at the window. 

Fox sighed out heavily. 

"Don't you fucking say it...don't you…"

"I don't think you wanna turn around boss"

"Its Astrid from 'Hardcore ships' again isnt it?"

"Well you're half correct...."

"About what part...ya know. Don't answer that. I'm not here. Nope." Scuffling is heard outside the window as well as a weird caw sound.

"You know this happens because you spend waaaaay too much time with Catherine from the ‘horror’ department and Agnes from the ‘angst’ department."

"They fight over themes so much I'm down in the dungeons half the time sorting it out! It's not my fault they can't share nicely!" Boss voiced out, fling their arms in the air in exasperation. 

"And now there's a shipping war outside your window because of that.....oh whoops spoilers."

"Oh fuck me…"

The sound of shattering glass cuts into the air.

"Ooooh hope you didn't like that window boss." Chaos said before backing away slightly to avoid the rain of glass.

Fox reached under their desk for a sniper rifle, spinning around to see the two invaders. 

"Oh hey, it's Devon from the ‘canon ships’ team. I almost didn't recognise him under that ski mask."

"Is it too hard these days to find a nice girl, good family with a wholesome job. Not these yandere types." Groused out, lifting their sniper rifle to aim at the two employees. 

"Again. Catherine and/or Agnes."

Fox throws a brick outside the broken window at Devon as two different voices shout close by saying "Catherine" and "Agnes" simultaneously. 

"Never liked that guy. Smug smile and all that shit."

"Oh man, HR is not gonna like this. Neither is the accounting department.” Chaos commented nonchalantly, watching in glee at the destruction before them. 

"Now there is something!!" Fox replies enthusiastically as they lit a  stick of dynamite and chucked it out the window. "Rose from HR is a lovely lady. Should set you two up."

"Hah!! Rose from HR also once threatened to have me fired for taking the last Coco puff mini box from the office breakfast bar" Chaos laughed, thinking back to the incident fondly.

"That was you?!" Fox sputters as a distant boom sound goes off and many cars begin wailing. 

"I had a dozen calls over that!"

"Hey hey hey we're not here to talk about me. Let's talk about how you parked your car in the car park that just exploded"

Fox stood silently for a moment, "I don't drive my car to work...not after the Astrid situation…"

"Was this before or after she broke into your house whilst you were sleeping at night?" asked the leader of the chaos department, tilting their head to the side.

"Oh no. Astrid didn't get pass the front lock. It was Lilith who broke in. Remember her? From the rival fiction company. Apparently my outwitting her online sent the wrong kinda sparks going"

"Aaaah, the heart eyes mf kinda sparks huh. But wait when you called me at the ass crack of dawn, only Astrid was tied down to a chair. Where did Lilith go?"

"Dude I dont fucking know! All my cameras caught was her tying Astrid up, blowing a kiss and disappearing. Haven't seen her since."

"She seems like a formidable woman boss. Don't you wanna make her Mrs. boss?"

"She's very ninja-like...I don't know if I want someone who can outfox me. Me! Oh call on line 2 wants something gut wrenching. You got anything free?" 

Chaos nodded as they scrolled through the cloud system on their phone, "Yeah, I actually finished up a short story I edited earlier. Super gut wrenching. Old person remembering their life with their lover as they deal with the slow decline of said lovers memory. Cabinet 2, the black file with white flowers on it."

Fox looked for the story in the cabinet, continuing "Besides, she kinda gives off psycho stalker vibes"

"Be honest though boss, you kinda low key dig the psycho stalker vibes she gives ya"

"Stalker psycho I know can save my butt in a jam; fuck yeah. But to even think she's possessive enough to threaten coworkers or my family. Dude I can't have that."

Fox then looked at the computer, clicking a few buttons, that somehow laid unscathed from the broken window situation a few minutes prior, "Oh yeah, Monroe's wedding bliss oneshot just got approved. Send the link to the 'multific' department, would ya. I have a feeling it'll be requested."

"Copy that boss" Chaos said, pulling out their handphone once more and sending the fic over to the relevant department. 

Backtracking to their conversation leader said "I don’t know boss, she seems ok. She even got me that famous chilli dog by 9th Street after she returned a copy of the key to your place that you gave me."

"Always a sucker for chillies, why am I not surprised at you…...wait. why the fuck would she have your key! That was for emergencies chaos!!"

"I didn't give it to her. She found it, boss. I don’t know how but I was looking for it on the way to your house when Astrid happened and it was just gone from the key bowl I use at home."

Chaos pleaded to Fox as they explained, "Next thing I know, she's offering me a chilli dog with my key in hand. I don't question the dog, boss you know me"

Boss suspiciously glared over the computer screen as they uttered, "Always question the dog."

"Boss, you know you can't question women like her. She would kill me faster than I could get the question out."

"Exactly why I can't consider it! If she threatens my friends so easily, think what she'd do to others!"

"So it's a you can't; not a you don't want to situation huh"

"...shut it...she's easy on the eyes alright! Hot too but that doesn't take from the fact she is a psycho stalker!"

"oh she's sweet but a psycho a little bit psycho. At night she'll sing mine mine mine mine mine mine.notesmicrophone"

"That's it!! You're on night shift with Gary! For a week straight! All the general canon shit you can handle! No fun! No quirks! Enjoy that!"

"NOOOO. NOT SLOW-BURN GARY!!! He will both bore me to death and kill me from the burn."

"Not only that. I've heard recently, Gary has gone apeshit for old school tropes too. Have fun with him."

"Oh god. Please please don't tell me he's calling smut lemons and limes again" Chaos begged, feeling the life leave their body.

"With nothing higher than a T rating and all the 'fades to black' you can handle"

"Ah f*ck not this shit again. I thought I left it all behind once 2012 hit" Chaos cursed. 

"Come on boss, don't be like that. What about all that overtime you've yet to pay me??"

"I still have contacts who like to…...let's say re-live the past if you will. Just to educate the new writers of course" Fox chuckled lowly. 

"And you know the policy here: No results; no pay"

Chaos straightens their back, staring straight at boss, "Don't be a hardass Fox, you know I blasted through my kpi until you made me do training for the newbies."

"Do you know how many times I gave to remind the interns you use paragraphs ???" Leader whined. 

"Ahh newbies. Such hope. Such innocence. Who better at destroying such as you" Boss stated, showing off their sharp canine as they smiled widely. 

"I ain't asking for perfection, just some basic spelling and grammar. You should see what happens when I make them take a secondment to the editing department."

Fox pauses to shiver at the word. "Editing...that vile witch still lives there. You know they say Evangeline hasn't seen the sun in over 2 decades!"

"Speaking of Evangeline she actually wanted me to pass this back to you boss. I didn't read it but it has a lot of red crosses on it."

"Bitch hates me," Fox said, taking the document. "Ever since I went ahead with a self edit one time...ONCE! She automatically strikes me on everything else"

"Well maybe just maybe it's because the due date for the next chapter of your fanfic passed two months ago and you only just sent her the draft like what; yesterday ?"

"I'll pull rank on you junior. Don't make me withhold fluff content from you."

Taking a peak at their watch, Chaos smiled contently,  "oooh, that would be real harsh boss....Buuut I'm off the clock now so buh-bye and have fun trying to escape Astrid before she recovers from the bomb you threw."

Fox's eyes widened in terror as he rushed out of his office, his backpack in tow,whispering "f*ck" over and over again

Chaos smiled in the background, rearranging the documents and shutting down the computer before heading back to their office as they wrapped up work for the day. 

And what a day it was at Fanfiction Studios.