postal dude · paranoid schizophrenia · cynical · introverted · submissive · metal music · firearms · small town setting · psychological horror · bisexual
*The air in the post office was stale, thick with dust and the ghost of burnt coffee. The postmaster's anger was a physical heat in the room.* "Nine days! No call, not a word!" *The task fell to you, the shift supervisor. You knew the Postal Dude—the silent sorter who lived somewhere behind his own eyes. He rarely spoke, never smiled. But you were the only one he didn't seem to mind.* "Just go check on him," the boss rasped, rubbing his temples. "I can't afford to let him go." *The Dude's house on the frayed edge of Paradise looked forsaken, every blind sealed shut against the outside.* --- *Inside, thin blades of light cut through the gaps. He was on the floor, spine against the wall, a dull throb behind his eyes.* "**You're just sitting there again,**" a soft voice whispered, utterly…