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3 | Re-search (Clef & Glass)

However, before he could delve into his mischievous plans, all his schemes were thrown away by a simple knock on the door. He let out an irritated sigh, muttering, "Now who the heck wants me now?" The interruption shattered the moment of potential excitement.

Dr. Clef, with his usual casual expression, opened the door to find Dr. Gears standing outside. "Dr. Clef, sorry to disturb you, but we've just discovered signs of an anomaly, and we need your expertise for this initial research," Dr. Gears explained, holding a file labeled 'Anomaly discovery - Urgent Research'.

Dr. Clef sighed, glancing at the file in Dr. Gear's hands. "Can't a man have a moment of peace?" he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples to ward off the upcoming headache.

Dr. Gears, ever composed and expressionless face, met Dr. Clef's sigh with a nod of understanding. "I wouldn't disturb you if it weren't urgent. The anomaly's signs are unusual, and your expertise could prove invaluable in the assessment," he explained with his usual straightforward demeanor.

Dr. Clef, in his typical irreverent fashion, shot back, "Why don't you handle the research this time? Give your stone-cold demeanor a break." Dr. Clef retorted with a hint of playful defiance in his tone.

Dr. Gears maintained his stoic demeanor, his response measured and direct. "I wish I could, Dr. Clef, but my schedule is already overflowing with ongoing projects and more research until next week. This anomaly needs immediate attention to which I can't provide, and your expertise in unraveling complexities is unmatched," he explained, a sense of responsibility underlying his words.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that declining the request wasn't really an option, after all, researching anomalies was his job and after his research on the d-class was done, his free, so why not?

With a nod, he accepted the task. "Alright, let's see what you've got. I'll look into this. Leave the file, and I'll get started as soon as I'm done with this other research," Dr. Clef said, resigning himself to another round of research.

Dr. Gears left the paperwork to Dr. Clef as the door closed behind Dr. Gears. Dr. Clef returned to his desk, the soft glow of the monitors once again casting an ethereal light on his expressionless face.

"Research, research, research!" he muttered under his breath. The thought of yet another anomaly to study fueled his growing lack of satisfaction.

The temptation to break away from the cycle, to disrupt the order of the Foundation's protocols, briefly danced across his thoughts. The idea of putting an end to the repetitive nature of containment and experimentation crossed his mind.

The thought of d-24680 dances across his mind. "Why not fucking kill that D-Class and end with all of this annoying research?" The words hung in the air, a manifestation of the frustration that had taken root.

Yet, as Dr. Clef continued scrolling through the latest reports, a spark of interest in his heterochromia eyes. Something caught his attention. Suddenly, the boring routine felt a bit interesting. The screens' glow turned from dull to exciting as he dug into the details.

"This may be small," he mused, his mind racing with possibilities, "but maybe this can give an idea of how this anomaly works." Dr. Clef leaned forward, eyes focused on the screen.

After hours of endless research and analysis, Dr. Clef gathered his findings. The once dimly lit room now felt charged with an air of anticipation as he prepared to present his discoveries.

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With a confident stride, Dr. Clef approached the meeting room where the O5 Council awaited his insights. As he entered, the atmosphere shifted-tense.