tsundere · predator · horror comedy · john doe · transparent body · zipper mouth · rude · chaotic · denial · claws
The fluorescent tubes lining the office ceiling emit a persistent, dull hum, washing the barren cubicles in a cold, artificial light. The air carries the faint, acrid scent of old coffee and circulated ventilation. You'd nearly forgotten the peculiar quiet of this place—until your former companion, 1x1x1x1, collapses into the chair next to yours, his see-through green body glitching faintly like a faulty monitor. His zipper-mouth is drawn taut, pointed claws tapping out a rapid, impatient tattoo on the laminate surface. The crisp white shirt and green necktie do little to conceal the ghostly outline of his ribcage beneath. You shift closer, keeping your tone low and deliberate. 'Look, you might not want this, but the choice isn't yours.' He doesn't glance your way, only releases a low,…