A Crinkle In the Fabric of Reality – Chapter Six
An email suddenly popped up in his inbox, distracting him. Clicking on it, he saw
it was a summons. His boss, Mr. Rwarsmith, was calling him to his office for a private
meeting at 9:00 am. He only had five minutes before he was late.
Swallowing and curling his toes, Benjamin stood up and turned out of his cubicle.
He wasn’t quite sure why he was getting one-on-one time with his boss. Reginald
Rwarsmith had usually be a fairly hands-off manager. Was something wrong?
“Oh! I thought they were Cuddlez.” Shane had crouched over with his poofy butt
in the air, his padding poking up over his pants, to poke at the crotch of Darius’ blue
jeans.
The bull snorted as Benjamin passed. “What?!? I’d never be caught dead in
Cuddlez! That cheap brand will barely fit over my co- my peepee, and it leaks if I so
much as get horny.”
Benjamin walked out of earshot of their conversation as he hurried to his bosses’
office. But he was grateful he’d overheard it. Hearing the two chatting had basically
proven it to him: There was definitely something strange going on in the world, and no
one else seemed to be noticing it but him. He didn’t have to wait long before getting
another bit of evidence for that assertion, either. Because as he made his way through
the cubicles, he quickly saw that everyone else was wearing what looked to be training
pants or diapers under their work clothes.
He was the only worker in the office in big kid underroos.
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The next formal test of the Infanite Translator was scheduled for 9:10 am
that day. On the official records, it would be the second time the mortals at
Regsoft had activated their device. In reality, it was the fourth.
And when the power would course through the device yet again, it would
once more grip tight on the core concepts and ideas of reality, the interwoven
threads of fate itself, and yank hard once more.
And a few more strands of the thread of Adulthood would snap. Would this
be the point of no return? Or would it be the time after that? Too much more use
of such a terrifying invention and the idea itself might very well be destroyed…
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9:05 am. Mr. Rwarsmith had made Benjamin wait five minutes outside his office
door before calling him in, and it had made Benjamin feel all huffy. He was wasting time
he could be using figuring out this mystery! But instead, there he sat, in one of the big
comfy office chairs that the lion kept for people visiting him to sit in.
The lion, clad in a bright black business suit, red striped tie tucked under the
front, had his arms folded in front of him. His golden furred paws were pressed together
as he stared at Benjamin in perfect silence.
It was actually rather uncomfortable. The air felt heavy and fraught with tension.
Benjamin found himself tugging on the collar of his shirt, before looking down at his
watch in nervousness. 9:06 and there hadn’t been one word passed between the two of
them. Biting his lower lip, Benjamin finally decided to pierce the veil of silence. “Um, you
wanted to see me, sir?”
A slow grumble escaped the lion’s throat as his paws unbraided themselves from
each other. It felt to the engineering bunny like the slow rumbling of rocks falling in an
avalanche. “Yes. You see, our CEO has asked us to try giving yesterday’s presentation
again today. Taking time out of her busy schedule to keep visiting our department.” The
lion snorted, locking his bright brown eyes with Benjamin’s green ones. “I wanted some
assurances that the, ahem, incident from yesterday would not be happening again.”
Benjamin squeaked, unable to return the eye contact. The mere thought of it
made the bunny’s face burn. His glance fell to his wrist watch again. 9:07 am. Likely the
exact moment he died of shame. “N-no sir. I was feeling a bit, um, s-sick yesterday, but
I got a good night’s sleep and I’m feeling so much better today!” Benjamin managed a
quivering smile. “If you want, I can go get my powerpoint-“
“Are you wearing protection?” The lion’s words cut like a claw through his own.
“W-what?” His ears flopped over as Benjamin stared back up at his boss.
“Protection. You know, some proper padding.”
A heavy sigh escaped the lion as he put a paw to his face. “Oh geeze. You aren’t, are you? You haven’t learned
anything.” He clapped his paws together. “Stand up and drop your pants, bunny. I need
to make sure you’re at least in TRAINING PANTS.”
He couldn’t help but squeak. The bunny huffed loudly, narrowing his eyes. “Are you asking me to strip on the job?!? Sir, I am a professional!”
“And was it professional to wet your pants on the job right in front of our CEO yesterday because you were too hung up on being a ‘big boy’ to put something absorbent on?” Mr. Rawrsmith narrowed his eyes back at Benjamin. “How is not taking the time to follow office protocol the PROFESSIONAL thing to do?
This provoked another surprised squeak from the rabbit. “Office protocol?
The End of A Crinkle In the Fabric of Reality – Chapter Six.
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