<That man....He is not normal.>
That was the only thought that floated about Whimsy's head, as she blankly stared at the events that unfolded with a small frown.
She knew something was going to happen. But she really didn't wanted anything else to happen. They've already wasted so much of her time that it isn't funny anymore. But as we all know, hope for something to NOT happen in this bakery is non-existent. No, as soon as she was told to FINALLY get to work....
...Mischief suddenly fell down on the floor, holding his head in pain. Everyone was taken aback from this, except for Whimsy. The only way they knew she was also surprised by it, was her suddenly not being bouncy, and suddenly having a blank stare, with a small frown on her face. When Mischief finally opened his eyes, he was suddenly crying, either of extreme sadness or extreme pain. He suddenly gets up and sprints to the storage room, opening it's door. "Waaaaaaaaah! Leave me alone!!!" He yells out, like some sort of child who is having a temper tantrum. He ran inside, and closed the door after that.
<He is not just abnormal...He is an irregularity.> Whimsy thought to herself. Their boss is obviously older than they all were, so it seems quite odd that he would suddenly act like some grown-up baby. Was he born with some sort of mental issue? Or was it something else?
Everyone is now concerned for the man. What should they do? Mia walked up to the storage room's door and asked, "Do we go in or leave him alone?" "Uhh..." Nano settles down, and scratches his head with a concerned look on his face. "Well, he is our boss, right? I mean, not YET, but still. Maybe we should listen to him. If he wants to be left alone..." He looked towards the area Mischief had fled into, with a pensive look on his face. "I thought it was a headache, but then he seemed real sad... Man, I don't know what's up with him. I just met him and he seems like four different people at once." He then looked at the others. "I mean, I'm not gonna stop you if one of you wanna go bug him, but... At least be gentle, kay?"
Whimsy walked slowly towards the door, still with the same blank look on her face. There seems to be a growing, invisible aura around her. It didn't felt like a very happy one. It felt more like a dark one, with an ill smell of both seriousness and maturity.
<I had enough of this. The situation must be dealt with. Immediately.>
The next thing she said was unlike anything the very happy-go-lucky Whimsy has said to them before. And yet, she still said it with a very upbeat tone. "It's very obvious that he needs help. We should not keep him locked up in there like that." She put her stubby little hand on the handle.
"I'm going to open the door now, Mr. Mischief." She shouted out, hoping that their boss could hear from the other side. "When I open it, please make sure that you've calmed down. If you aren't calm by the time I open it, I will have to calm you down myself. It is not okay for you to surprise us like that."
And with that, she opened the door.
