Sir, the former boss of Alaska and Yukon, was currently searching his key chain to find the right key for his home. His hands shook. He knew who was behind that door - the Caster, who had been ordering him around for almost five months now. Despite the frequent nature of the situation he was currently in - returning to tell the woman that whatever job she had told him to do was done - and the fact he knew how the next conversation would go, he was still terrified when he talked to the girl.
He finally got the key and sloppily made his way inside. "It's done!" he said with haste, before the Caster could say anything.
The Caster stood by his coffee table, which had never actually had coffee on it, or anywhere near it. She had been looking down at something, quite intent on soaking in every last detail.
"Good," she said simply. Usually, she would continue with some half-sincere compliment or a sentiment of how brilliant she believed she was. This time, however, she said nothing more. She looked down at the object on the coffee table, carefully mulling over her next move.
The silence disturbed Sir. He looked at her and tried to figure out what she was doing; she didn't have any facial features, after all.
Then, mostly to end the suspense, he took a risk.
"So, are you done with me? Are you going to move on now?" he asked.
The Caster stirred. He imagined her looking at him. There was another silence, one that rivaled the other one in terms of scariness. Then, the Caster let out a long, cold laugh.
"Oh, heavens, my boy," she began. "And, here, I was beginning to think you had a brain in there."
Sir expected some form of retaliation. A yell. A disturbing wind. Something. Anything at all. Instead, the Caster kept her cool and merely started to talk again in the same uninterested way she always addressed him with when she sent him out to do her deeds.
Before she spoke again, though, she looked down at the coffee table again. On it sat a new edition of the Club Penguin Times, which had came that morning. She stared into the eyes of the penguin who stood in the picture in the main article. He had gotten older. He had a new coat, too; it was absolutely ugly.
Prior to Sir's arrival, she had read the brief article, entitled The Triumphant Return. She had read it once. She had read twice. She knew what she wanted to do.
But, like I said, eventually, the Caster addressed Sir again with new orders.
"I think it's time to visit an old friend," she said.
The End?
Awesome story! I loved it! :D
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