(omg I love this so much :D thank you - I hope you like it!)
“…so Mr Blue and Mr Orange will infiltrate Janus Cars. They’ll knock out the head of security and insert the virus into the mainframe, then get out, while Mr Pink hacks into the database from home.” Sebastian Moran read out from his clipboard.
“I don’t understand why this attack is based on Reservoir Dogs.” Jim Moriarty grumbled.
“You were the one who wanted to watch that stupid movie. Don’t blame me.” Seb shrugged.
“It’s not stupid. Also, why am I Mr Pink?”
Seb and the rest of his crew grinned. “Two reasons, boss: you pulled the short straw, and you look a bit like Steve Buscemi.”
Jim scowled. “I do not look like Steve Buscemi!”
“Suit yourself.” Seb smirked. He sat down, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Jim stood up, glowering at his company. “Whatever. Now-“
Jim frowned. “Who said my name?”
The company glanced around. “No-one.”
Jiiiim! It’s me! Wow… is this what it’s like inside your head? Dude, you’re weird.
Jim stared at his employees - no-one was talking, but he could clearly hear a voice speaking that wasn’t his own. He put a hand to his head and rubbed his temple. “Ugh…”
Okay, let’s try something else… ooh, I know!
Jim’s vision was overtaken by an image of a handsome man - his hair was blond, and he was clad in nothing but a black hoodie and a tight pair of pants. Jim gulped - his trousers suddenly felt tight. He blinked, and the image faded, leaving him staring at his confused employees.
“Boss?” Seb frowned. “Are you alright?”
“Fine.” Jim snapped. He took a moment to recollect his thoughts before announcing: “As I was saying-“
Another image popped up, this time of the same man but wearing literally nothing. Jim turned his back on the table, glaring at the back wall of his office.
A high-pitched chuckle echoed inside his head. This is fun!
“Get out of my head!” Jim growled.
“Boss?” Seb called.
Jim clenched his fists. He fled from the room, running towards his main office. The Master was casually laid across his desk, wearing the black hoodie and tight pants. He chuckled when Jim entered the room, panting and hard inside his trousers.
“Hello, Mr Pink.” the Master grinned. “I do believe this exercise gives a whole new meaning to… mind-fucking.”