"Young man, could you please tell me where it is?" Asked the strange man, 'kindly'.
Yes, 'kindly', for to Will, it all seemed fake. He did not know why, but he felt aversion of some sort when looking at that man, almost as if it disgusts him instinctively.
Will looked again at the man. He wore a pure black suit, blacker than a black hole, light seemingly trapped inside, declaring him to be the container of all things that end. His shirt was white, contrasting his suit, as if to declare that he is 'pure' and holy. His tie was also matte black, with white stripes inlaid, as if to declare that his very being an infinite loop itself. His shoes were spotless as if they were brand new, which seemingly did not make sense, as how else did he walk here then without any stain. His hair was all slicked back, as if to shoes his composure was all about being cool and collected.
But what struck Will the most odd was the fact that he kept on playing with a small piece of clay, constantly. Always fidgeting, always twisting, always molding. The clay seemed to change color every few seconds, ranging from blue, to green, to red, to yellow, then to white. It never seemed to stay at the same color.
Will found this quite odd, as it's weird for one grown to be completely obsessed with a piece of clay, for no apparent reason, constantly. However, unbeknownst to Will, his watch started to beep constantly.
"Hello, young man, can you hear me?" The man, or rather, secret agent asked him again. Will snapped out of his stupor, and replied "That way sir. you take the third left, go down three streets, and take the immediate right."
"Thank you, young man. I will be on my way now." The man walked briskly away, but not before Will asking for his name "Sir, who might you be?"
"Oh, me?" The agent turned around again, and he said his name to Will "My name is Smith. Agent Smith. But you can also call me as agent Smith" And with that, Agent Smith started walking towards his destination.
"Weird" Will shook his head, before realizing that Amy was beeping constantly. "Why are you beeping, Amy?"
"Will, I found subtype of Toy. A ProtoToy." Amy replied in a confused manner.
"What is a ProtoToy? And why have I never heard about it?"
"A ProtoToy is an unofficial Toy, a artifact that was not made by the Toymaker himself, either via replicators, or by other Toys. We must find out how he got his hands on one of them."
"Ok, ok. But first, could you tell me what its specs are Amy?"
"Sure Will. Here it is:
Name: Clone-Doh
Description: A play doh, but with extra abilities! Can clone any living organism that has imprinted living DNA to the clay. Just tear a tiny piece off, play with it for a couple of minutes (1-2), throw it into the ground, and hey presto! A living, breathing copy of you has been made. Just ensure that no wheat is ingested, otherwise it will break down and dissolve (also has a time limit of 4 hours, please be careful)."
Will accepts this packet of information, and while ruminating over it, he walks to the burger joint, in deep thought.