The alarm's going off, hit snooze!
Well, Frank had screwed up royally. Or prime minister-aly? Whatever. At least he wasn't dismissed! He had gone home and not gotten any work done, not because he felt bad for insulting Gerard (he would do that again with no regrets) but because he had severely underestimated just how shit at being President the man was. The world was gearing up for its third war for fuck's sake and Gerard probably didn't even know about it. 'OoOh what policies? hurr' toddler fucking motherfucker how the fuck did he even become president. He's gotta be a secret lizard man. Frank had his work cut out for him by a pair of dull craft scissors.
Frank had been trying to go to sleep. That lasted about five minutes, before he got so angry about the state of the government he almost fell off of his bed. Now he was sitting at his living room table and trying to ignore the itch to blow up the building and bury himself under multiple feet of rubble just so that he wouldn't have to deal with this. His head was starting to hurt. The clock was ticking almost like a fire alarm and it wasn't helping. Frank didn't even know how to read clocks. Why the fuck did he keep that clock after he moved in? Just to annoy himself? Frank stared at the wall. It was still blank. His whole apartment was kind of blank, now that he thought about it. Ever since moving out of his parent's house for college he just threw himself into his work. It made sense every second of the day, but then night hit and he felt disappointed in himself for not even trying to make his place look lived in. It made him a little sad, but he only noticed it when he had nothing else to notice. Might as well start with getting rid of that stupid clock he couldn't even use. He stood up and dragged the chair he was sitting in to the kitchen counter, standing on it and grabbing the clock.
He was forcefully relocated to the floor, and it was his downstairs neighbor that found him there.
He didn't actually pass out, but he was frozen in place for some weird reason. His downstairs neighbor just stared at him then left after telling him to call 911 if he felt dizzy. Tough shit, Frank always felt dizzy. He vaguely remembered staring at the slightly molded ceiling and feeling like he had something he needed to be doing like right now, but he couldn't remember what it was. So he just stayed there. What actually scared him is that his downstairs neighbor knew where he kept his spare key. It wasn't even loose under the welcome mat, it was tucked inside of it with tape. He was gonna have to deal with that.
He fell asleep pretty fast afterwards and forgot all about the clock ticking away on the kitchen floor.
The alarm clock yelled in his ear as loudly as it could the next morning because it hated him personally. beep beep beep wake up you lazy shit beep beep. It might as well have said that. Getting ready and looking in the mirror to laugh at the state of himself was easy. Driving to the White House and getting in was easy. What wasn’t easy was finding Gerard.
He had looked everywhere. Like, seriously everywhere. Everywhere enough to count all the water coolers (17). He got yelled at for sneaking into the Oval Office, and it wasn’t even worth it because Gerard wasn’t there. It was getting late, and Frank was starting to consider pulling the fire alarm just to find and yell at Gerard for being incompetent when he finally found him. He was talking to a janitor?