Meme Doc P.H.D
Multi Sharp #2: Nothing Comes Early (LC First Ver. Edited Cover)
By sidekick, I’m probably meant migraines.
Darn. I wake up with one of the biggest headaches ever, probably with too much beer last night. Overworked and overslept. At least I’m in my jammies for now. Sonny bounces back and forth, eventually jumping up to me for a couple licks.
“That’s alright boy...I’ll get you outside later. Let me wash up first...”
It takes me 10 minutes to do everything, including a quick shower. After breakfast, I quickly get dressed. Then the computer starts talking.
VIVA: “Good morning sir.”
Multi: “Y’know you’re really starting to sound like Jarvis as if I was Tony Stark. But good morning anyways.”
VIVA: “Rough night, sir?”
Multi: “As you can tell after I plugged you off for power saving mode...that was...4 A.M. right?”
VIVA: “Correct sir. You have 20 missed calls from Doc.”
Multi: “Great. A great way to start the day. I must be a lucky bastard. And just....take care of the dog and let him outside.”
***
Multi: “What’s up?”
Doc: “What do you mean what’s up? I got worried for a while after you left.”
Multi: “You sound like my mother. Unless you’re substituting for a step parent, but I don’t have the forms.”
Doc: “Very funny.”
Multi: “I’m old enough, beyond a hundred, yes. I’m probably late for work as well.”
Doc: “Aren’t you self employed?”
Multi: “Oh sheez, yes. Keep talking on the phone man.”
Doc: “Let me guess, coffee with wine poured last night, then a slew of beers?”
Multi: “You’re totally a mind reader bud. What’s the case going?”
Doc: “Investigations. I know you love investigations. Want me to prep a pack for a head start?”
Multi: “I love you man. I shoulda send postcards for your wife too.”
Doc: “First, I’m not married, never will. Second, it’s about those kids. They’re starting to behave worse, those symptoms. If the criminals have the cure, bring it back. I’ll brief you more later. Gotta work.”
Multi: “Aight.”
I take my headphones off and switch it to the music player while my other hand keeps the bicycle going. Almost forgot to mention that I’m a freelancer as well, specialising in a lot of stuff. I own a company with at least 25 employees. To be honest, almost everyone is a good friend of mines, which includes Doc. Doc’s a guy who shifts on and off (him being in the crowd as well). This explains how I’m good at switching my identity easily.
By the time I arrive, it’s already 11. People are already working like it’s a battlefield. I make my watch go invisible as I control my hand opening the door inside. Oof. Ryan spots me. Too late.
Ryan: “Jon? What’s going on? You’re late.”
Jon: “Come on, give me a break. I had migraines from working on the proposal plan last night. Hungover.”
Ryan: “Ugh. Well, meeting’s about to start in 5. I’ll get ya hot tea then.”
Jon: “Thanks bud.”
*5 minutes later*
Everyone: Morning boss.”
Jon: “Alright guys, y’all sit. How’s the situation going since 8:30?”
Zoe: “Shipment’s being handled well.”
Jon: “Great. So the trade deal is going through. Jerry? Nick?”
Jerry: “Researched the sniper rifles as well. Nick spent like, 3 days working on the tech. It’s really interesting.”
Nick: “Yeah boss. I’m frigging tired in that one. Extraction from metal pieces—-kinda killing me but it’s fun.”
Jon: “Ok dude. Take half the day off. It’s your birthday. Tiffany? Jacky? Hazel?”
Jacky: “Transitions running smoothly.”
Hazel: “Culture investments. I almost slipped halfway through early on but I’m stable.”
Tiffany: “Still waiting on the purchase for sound equipment.”
Jon: “Great work. Catherine?”
Cath: “Just the usual.”
Jon: “Alright. We’ll keep discussing on the future plans...”
*1 hour and 15 minutes later*
Meeting’s done. Phew. I guess my friends have gone back to their stations for work. The rest probably went out for lunch. I usually give em one hour because I’m a good boss, heh. I just sit in my room, looking at the headlights while I’m just tapping my fork on the leftover chicken penne I just reheated.
Slowly, I take a deep look into the investigations Doc had complied. Some of my crew had gone out looking for that kind of info. I’d refer to us also being P.I.s because we do have licenses and stuff. The case has gone out to the public and since I’m one of the heroes in the city, I’m always up to solve and crack one. After few more minutes of staring out, I dive into my hot lunch and give Doc a call while I resume the computer’s functions.
Doc: “Lunch break right now. I’m in a hurry and I can’t talk for long. Patient with liver transfer is waiting.”
Jon: “Right. I’ve sent some of my crew for investigating. I did some research on my own. Probably will do a bust tonight.”
Doc: “Ok. I might take early off tonight and I’ll stand by waiting. Stitches and stuff, remember?”
Jon: “The suit up part is easy....but I’m about to tell you something....something I got last night. The email.”
Doc: “There’s a lotta emails in my inbox. Spam, medical, insurance, all types of stuff. Whatcha looking for?”
Jon: “Check the one I sent while you were sorta mad at me and still on the phone this morning.”
Doc: “Well played...hold on. I have it. It’s the same type of stuff I received.”
Jon: “Look inside. It’s more than a invitation. There’s a code as well.”
Doc: “Darn. There is. What do you think it is then?”
Multi: “Probably something that’s a secret hideout location? Ok, listen, I can crack it but you gotta do it for me. You got skills bro.”
Doc: *scoffs*: So this is the part where you really need me.”
Jon: “Alright, yes and yes. Please.”
Doc: “I’ll see what I can do. But get ready for tonight.”
Jon: “Atta doc.”
(Phone hangs up)
I sigh once again, staring into my computer. But now I’m going deep into thought...then my empty lunchbox.
***
There was a time....where it was on the brink of lovely stuff...until it came. Until I brought my apprentice to fight against the enemies. We were on the verge of the last stand....losing. The rebels didn’t fare well either.
Multi: “We have to get back! We already have what we need and came for!”
Apprentice: “I’m not leaving this without a fight!”
Multi: “The fight’s already erupted far enough! We have to run away as far as we can!”
Apprentice: “Save them, Mr. Sharp. Save them! You still have time for the villagers!”
Multi: “Don’t pull this on me, kiddo....”
Apprentice: “When I tell you to leave, you leave! Please listen to me for once, sensei!”
Multi: “No!”
Apprentice: “Do you want two dead bodies to be found by them? Do you want more sacrifices? I know you don’t, but leave....go as far away as you can! He’s getting closer....”
Multi: “Charlie! No!”
And with a blink of an eye, Charlie was gone.
***
I wake up from the quick shock from my dream. I found my head drenched in sweat, but at least it isn’t my body sweating much. I look at my watch, as if an hour has already passed. Catherine knocks on my door as I put my lunchbox away.
Cath: “Boss? Are you alright? Do you need some rest?”
Jon: “No Cath...I’m fine. I’m probably tired...from alcohol. Just say what you have to.”
Cath: “Ok, because I have the logistics from....”
At this point, I’m thinking to myself. How much trauma and dreams like that would appear randomly? How long can this go on? Jeez, I don’t know if I’ll survive tonight....
*note: the employees’ names are real, and are based off on my friends back in my last year of kindergarten, according to recent memory I’ve met and reunited with a few. Just thought it’d be a fun Easter egg to throw in haha.
Multi Sharp #2: Nothing Comes Early (LC First Ver. Edited Cover)
By sidekick, I’m probably meant migraines.
Darn. I wake up with one of the biggest headaches ever, probably with too much beer last night. Overworked and overslept. At least I’m in my jammies for now. Sonny bounces back and forth, eventually jumping up to me for a couple licks.
“That’s alright boy...I’ll get you outside later. Let me wash up first...”
It takes me 10 minutes to do everything, including a quick shower. After breakfast, I quickly get dressed. Then the computer starts talking.
VIVA: “Good morning sir.”
Multi: “Y’know you’re really starting to sound like Jarvis as if I was Tony Stark. But good morning anyways.”
VIVA: “Rough night, sir?”
Multi: “As you can tell after I plugged you off for power saving mode...that was...4 A.M. right?”
VIVA: “Correct sir. You have 20 missed calls from Doc.”
Multi: “Great. A great way to start the day. I must be a lucky bastard. And just....take care of the dog and let him outside.”
***
Multi: “What’s up?”
Doc: “What do you mean what’s up? I got worried for a while after you left.”
Multi: “You sound like my mother. Unless you’re substituting for a step parent, but I don’t have the forms.”
Doc: “Very funny.”
Multi: “I’m old enough, beyond a hundred, yes. I’m probably late for work as well.”
Doc: “Aren’t you self employed?”
Multi: “Oh sheez, yes. Keep talking on the phone man.”
Doc: “Let me guess, coffee with wine poured last night, then a slew of beers?”
Multi: “You’re totally a mind reader bud. What’s the case going?”
Doc: “Investigations. I know you love investigations. Want me to prep a pack for a head start?”
Multi: “I love you man. I shoulda send postcards for your wife too.”
Doc: “First, I’m not married, never will. Second, it’s about those kids. They’re starting to behave worse, those symptoms. If the criminals have the cure, bring it back. I’ll brief you more later. Gotta work.”
Multi: “Aight.”
I take my headphones off and switch it to the music player while my other hand keeps the bicycle going. Almost forgot to mention that I’m a freelancer as well, specialising in a lot of stuff. I own a company with at least 25 employees. To be honest, almost everyone is a good friend of mines, which includes Doc. Doc’s a guy who shifts on and off (him being in the crowd as well). This explains how I’m good at switching my identity easily.
By the time I arrive, it’s already 11. People are already working like it’s a battlefield. I make my watch go invisible as I control my hand opening the door inside. Oof. Ryan spots me. Too late.
Ryan: “Jon? What’s going on? You’re late.”
Jon: “Come on, give me a break. I had migraines from working on the proposal plan last night. Hungover.”
Ryan: “Ugh. Well, meeting’s about to start in 5. I’ll get ya hot tea then.”
Jon: “Thanks bud.”
*5 minutes later*
Everyone: Morning boss.”
Jon: “Alright guys, y’all sit. How’s the situation going since 8:30?”
Zoe: “Shipment’s being handled well.”
Jon: “Great. So the trade deal is going through. Jerry? Nick?”
Jerry: “Researched the sniper rifles as well. Nick spent like, 3 days working on the tech. It’s really interesting.”
Nick: “Yeah boss. I’m frigging tired in that one. Extraction from metal pieces—-kinda killing me but it’s fun.”
Jon: “Ok dude. Take half the day off. It’s your birthday. Tiffany? Jacky? Hazel?”
Jacky: “Transitions running smoothly.”
Hazel: “Culture investments. I almost slipped halfway through early on but I’m stable.”
Tiffany: “Still waiting on the purchase for sound equipment.”
Jon: “Great work. Catherine?”
Cath: “Just the usual.”
Jon: “Alright. We’ll keep discussing on the future plans...”
*1 hour and 15 minutes later*
Meeting’s done. Phew. I guess my friends have gone back to their stations for work. The rest probably went out for lunch. I usually give em one hour because I’m a good boss, heh. I just sit in my room, looking at the headlights while I’m just tapping my fork on the leftover chicken penne I just reheated.
Slowly, I take a deep look into the investigations Doc had complied. Some of my crew had gone out looking for that kind of info. I’d refer to us also being P.I.s because we do have licenses and stuff. The case has gone out to the public and since I’m one of the heroes in the city, I’m always up to solve and crack one. After few more minutes of staring out, I dive into my hot lunch and give Doc a call while I resume the computer’s functions.
Doc: “Lunch break right now. I’m in a hurry and I can’t talk for long. Patient with liver transfer is waiting.”
Jon: “Right. I’ve sent some of my crew for investigating. I did some research on my own. Probably will do a bust tonight.”
Doc: “Ok. I might take early off tonight and I’ll stand by waiting. Stitches and stuff, remember?”
Jon: “The suit up part is easy....but I’m about to tell you something....something I got last night. The email.”
Doc: “There’s a lotta emails in my inbox. Spam, medical, insurance, all types of stuff. Whatcha looking for?”
Jon: “Check the one I sent while you were sorta mad at me and still on the phone this morning.”
Doc: “Well played...hold on. I have it. It’s the same type of stuff I received.”
Jon: “Look inside. It’s more than a invitation. There’s a code as well.”
Doc: “Darn. There is. What do you think it is then?”
Multi: “Probably something that’s a secret hideout location? Ok, listen, I can crack it but you gotta do it for me. You got skills bro.”
Doc: *scoffs*: So this is the part where you really need me.”
Jon: “Alright, yes and yes. Please.”
Doc: “I’ll see what I can do. But get ready for tonight.”
Jon: “Atta doc.”
(Phone hangs up)
I sigh once again, staring into my computer. But now I’m going deep into thought...then my empty lunchbox.
***
There was a time....where it was on the brink of lovely stuff...until it came. Until I brought my apprentice to fight against the enemies. We were on the verge of the last stand....losing. The rebels didn’t fare well either.
Multi: “We have to get back! We already have what we need and came for!”
Apprentice: “I’m not leaving this without a fight!”
Multi: “The fight’s already erupted far enough! We have to run away as far as we can!”
Apprentice: “Save them, Mr. Sharp. Save them! You still have time for the villagers!”
Multi: “Don’t pull this on me, kiddo....”
Apprentice: “When I tell you to leave, you leave! Please listen to me for once, sensei!”
Multi: “No!”
Apprentice: “Do you want two dead bodies to be found by them? Do you want more sacrifices? I know you don’t, but leave....go as far away as you can! He’s getting closer....”
Multi: “Charlie! No!”
And with a blink of an eye, Charlie was gone.
***
I wake up from the quick shock from my dream. I found my head drenched in sweat, but at least it isn’t my body sweating much. I look at my watch, as if an hour has already passed. Catherine knocks on my door as I put my lunchbox away.
Cath: “Boss? Are you alright? Do you need some rest?”
Jon: “No Cath...I’m fine. I’m probably tired...from alcohol. Just say what you have to.”
Cath: “Ok, because I have the logistics from....”
At this point, I’m thinking to myself. How much trauma and dreams like that would appear randomly? How long can this go on? Jeez, I don’t know if I’ll survive tonight....
*note: the employees’ names are real, and are based off on my friends back in my last year of kindergarten, according to recent memory I’ve met and reunited with a few. Just thought it’d be a fun Easter egg to throw in haha.