The sky filling shoe sole stopped in midair, there was a long period of silence before the boy moved his foot out of the way to look down at Will with a raised eyebrow.
"I must be hearing things..." The boy sighed as he prepared to stomp down on Will yet again.
"N-no you're not! I'm NOT a bug! I'm a person!" Will screamed up at the youth. The boy's eyes widened and locked once more on to Will.
It happened so fast that William's mind could barely process it, the mountainous boy got down on his hands and knees...like an avalanche occurring.
The boy squinted at Will before bringing up a colossal finger and prodding at the 'bug'. "Ouch!" Will yelped. The boy's eyes widened once more before he narrowed them.
"Alright, you're obviously capable of speaking...somehow. But if you ARE a person then I demand to know WHY you are in MY office!" The boy demanded authoritatively.
William blurted it all out at once, somehow making it sound a lot LESS crazy than he thought it would. However, the boy's reaction was surprising.
"So you're telling me you are from the future...? And your meddling in things beyond your control caused you to shrink and end up in MY office of all places." The boy had a rather accusatory tone.
"Y-yes...I know it sounds insane-" William started to say.
"It sounds so insane I should call the local lunatic asylum and see if they have room for you! Heh, what am I saying...someone like you couldn't possibly need much room." The boy chuckled and roughly prodded Will with his gargantuan finger.
"Oofgh!" Will yelped as he hit the carpet on his rear.
"However, you say you can build one of these machines?" The boy inquired, getting an idea.
"W-well I-" Will started to say, but was interrupted once more. "You see I am the head of the Neale Oil Company, I've done quite well for myself..."
"B-but you're...a kid...." Will said, making a shrill squeak as he saw the fiery glare that the boy suddenly shot him.
"What was that?!" The boy bellowed.
"N-nothing!" Will squeaked.
"As I was saying...I have recently started searching for a way to branch out into other areas. So far I've received nothing but moronic business offers and pitiful commoners asking for loans. However, I believe you can be of use to me in that regard." The boy grinned deviously.
"W-what? But I have to get home!" Will shouted.
"Hmph, why should I care about YOUR needs? You are an insect, below even the most wretched serf! As far as I'm concerned I am doing you a great service by not smashing your pitiful existence under my heel!" The boy sneered cruelly.
"You will build this machine for me...HERE. You will make sure it works PERFECTLY, and we shall reveal it to the world and I shall lay claim to the greatest achievement in business history!" The boy bellowed in a haughty voice.
Will was at a loss for words. Not only would he most likely NEVER get home due to his arrogant self destruct mechanism counting down. But he would have to scrape and dig for some way to build it in a vastly less developed time period!
"N-No! I can't do that! I HAVE to get home!" Will shouted his refusal with a stomp of his puny foot.
Bad move!
The youth snatched him up in an instant and stood back up with the puny man in his fist. "Refusing me? I never was one to take the word 'no' very well." Stomping around to his desk, William saw the nameplate read: 'Mr. Oliver'.
"H-hey, is that your name..? Oliver?" Will tried to smooth talk the giant boy, hoping he hadn't just screwed himself. But Oliver squeezed him hard in his fist. "Quiet. That may be my name, but only humans get to refer to me like that. You shall refer to me as..." Oliver dumped Will onto the desk's surface and flopped himself down in his comfortable chair.
"Master." Oliver grinned demonically and two 'clunk' sounds were heard beneath the desk. Oliver grunted in satisfaction before bringing his glued on stocking-clad feet up onto the desk.
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