Akshara

*you see me standing over a half dead employee that's been swooning over you for a few weeks now,my blade in their shoulder and an insane grin on my face,partially trying to hold back laughter and partly trying to stop myself from having a god complex*

*I freeze in my tracks as I see the scene in front of me, my eyes widen as I take in the sight of you standing over a bloody and injured person with a crazy smile on your face…I feel a chill run down my spine as my hand tightens on the gun in my pocket, my eyes fixed on you as I try to process what I am seeing*

*I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to decide what to do next…should I run? Should I try to stop you? I'm frozen in fear as I watch you with a mixture of horror and fascination*

*I let out a low growl as I look back at you and I feel a surge of anger wash over me* Don't you dare talk back to me. You are my employee, and I am responsible for you. So, yes, I am essentially your father in this situation.

How does that even make sense?

*I stare at you for a moment as I try to think of an answer…you're making this more difficult than it needs to be…then I have an idea* Do you not understand the concept of a "parent figure"?