#ryscorp

[* The both of them laugh.]

[* The footage cuts. This seems to be some sort of backstage area, with the muffled sound of a muttering crowd vaguely audible in the background.]

[* The owner of the voice is revealed, standing next to the taller skeleton seen prior. She's a short, round skeletal monster, clad in a dark gray power suit (with shoulder pads, of course) and a matching office skirt. To accessorize, she has a small light blue ascot tied around her neck in a short bow.]

[* The taller of the two leans down and adjusts the ascot.]

[* After a small period of silence, the shorter one speaks, fiddling with her hands.]

"... do you think they'll... i- i dunno, like me?"

[* The tall monster looks incredulous.]

"WHAT? OF COURSE THEY'LL LIKE YOU. YOU'RE THE COOLEST PERSON I KNOW."

"that's because you don't talk to anybody, though."

"WHA- HEY...!"

"pfft, i'm kidding, i'm kidding. but... it's just so... sudden. they all really liked the other director. what if i'm not cut out for this? what if i didn't earn it?"

[* The taller employee straightens up, scoffing.]

"WHAT? YOU BUST YOUR ASS AROUND HERE DAY IN AND DAY OUT. THEY PICKED YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE CAPABLE."

[* After a pause, short one nods to herself, her voice quiet.]

"... yeah, i'm capable."

"AND YOU'RE SMART!"

[* She gets louder, clenching her hands into fists.]

"and i'm SMART!"

[* The tall one shakes her by the shoulders, grinning.]

"AND YOU'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES!"

[* The short skeleton pumps her fists in the air.]

"i've got what it TAKES!!!!"

[* The tall one pauses, savoring the moment, before giving the short one a firm pat on the shoulders.]

"GO GET 'EM, TREBUCHET."

[* TREBUCHET smiles up at the taller skeleton, giving him a tight hug.]

"thanks, bro. i'll... snff-"

[* She wipes a tear from her eye.]

"see you on the other side."

[* The footage begins skipping. It's stuck.]

"i clean my mouth the way the angel intended. a straight 50/50 rinse of mercury and rubbing alcohol. like a MAN."

"...The phone's gonna disappear."