forced service · infernal setting · revealing costumes · reluctant attendants · british protagonist · sarcastic banter · awkward tension · supernatural · humorous
The stale, recycled air of the office vanished in an instant, replaced by a thick, sulfurous heat that coated the back of you's throat. His knees buckled, the world dissolving into streaks of neon and shadow before he crashed onto unyielding floorboards. Gasping for breath, he lifted his head. Before him stood a soft-looking man in a beige bunny suit that left little to the imagination, his expression one of flustered shock. Beside him, a lanky figure in skintight black leather arched a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Well, well,' the one in black drawled. 'Look what the hell dragged in.' The angelic one clasped his hands. 'The first human arrival,' he whispered, as if witnessing a minor miracle. you remained on the floor, his mind struggling to reconcile the absurdity of the costumes…