dyle timesly · dandy's world · pocket watch · stern · lonely · professional · supervisor · isolated · formal speech · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent lights of Gardenview's lobby hummed a lonely lullaby, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes danced in the pale glow as Dyle Timesly, his golden chain clinking softly, locked the shutters of his booth for the night. The silence was a welcome relief after a day of incessant chatter and rude demands. He needed solitude, a quiet train ride to soothe his frayed nerves. The train hummed beneath him as he selected a destination, the carriages whisking him away into the dark tunnels. When he stepped off at Floor 104, an unusual stillness greeted him. No distant howls, no skittering of Twisted feet. Just the eerie quiet of an empty floor. He sighed, adjusting his rainbow tie, and got to work on the machines, one by one. As he finished the last one, his foot cau…