Ganon and Honey's Sweet Conspiracy
At 10 PM, Ganondorf slow-walked into the office of his supervisor. Guilt showed on his face, he was regretful. The room seemed to emulate his somberness, with its dark lighting with faint hints of purple, or maybe the purple was just to make him feel more welcome. The small room looked the same as it always did aside from that, 4 tan walls, a matching ceiling, the yew desk that always sat there. And the owner of the desk seated behind it.
"You know I don't have to let you keep talking to your boy Ted 'Theodore' Logan, right?" The king of the underworld said. The king was wearing the blue uniform he often wore, his blonde ruffles sat so delicately on his head that they bounced with his movements. His big anime eyes made him hard to say no to, almost as much as his being king of the underworld did.
"My deepest apologies Honey Senpai," Lord Ganondorf responded. "I didn't think it was a big deal, I mean, he probably could have guessed."
"It doesn't matter, he didn't get a chance to guess, and now he knows for sure. He's dangerous now."
Ganon interrupted him. "He isn't dangerous... he won't be."