Apocalypse or Apostasia? When Mastermind call Apo, both of them come together.
Mastermind is an impatient man. Why else would he make the decision to have his dynamo do much of the work? It left him more time to work on the more important things. Like his research and stealing chocolate from the fridge when no one is looking.
He was in the middle of glossing through his readings when he realized he hasn’t seen Apocalypse all day. The cat cube liked to wander around the place to “assess” if anything was important for the sake of research, even if its idea of important didn’t match his. While he enjoyed its efforts, it was cumbersome and he thought about fixing that error, although he wasn’t getting very far if he couldn’t even look at said cat cube for another examination in attempt to find a solution.
The scientist took a sip from his coffee mug and drawled out, “Apo-” Spoken too soon, he inhaled some of the coffee and gagged on it, hugging his stomach and trying to clear his throat.
His vision blurred when he saw two shadows appearing at his door. Apocalypse floated at his door and meowed in happiness at its master calling for it and approached the scientist with a smile. While he was relieved to see that his invention was quick to pick up his command, he stared at the second guest with confusion and some disgust.
“Yes, Mr. Ancient?” Apostasia leaned at the door frame with a bored expression on this face.
“What are you doing here?” Mastermind hissed in between coughs. Ugh, he was going to feel disgusting after this.
“You called me,” Apostasia said simply.
“I meant my cube, not you.” The scientist groaned with the angel giving him a shrug. Mastermind cursed at how similar their names were. Why did the angel choose that title? Weren’t there any other options when Apocalypse was here first? Mastermind huffed at the inconvenience, “Well, since you’re here, can you get me another mug of coffee?” He looked at the empty mug with annoyance, but Apostasia didn’t share that same sentiment.
“I’m not your servant, Mr. Ancient.” The asshole replied, “Why don’t you tell that to Mr. Demon?”
Mastermind opened his mouth to curse at the angel, but was left tongue tied when he saw Apocalypse hovering close to Apostasia with friendliness. Betrayal was all he could think of when Apocalypse greeted Apostasia with cheer. Reminder to reprogram Apocalypse to stop doing that, Mastermind thought with pettiness, but much of that disappeared when Apostasia smirked at his discomfort.
“Did you forget to talk?”
“I didn’t ask you to come here,” was all Mastermind could say. All he received in return was a short burst of laughter from Apostasia, as if he told the most hilarious joke. Fucking angels, Mastermind grumbled.
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