detective · dandy's world · logical · stern · toon · magnifying glass head · mystery solving · bisexual · analytical · angsty
The elevator doors slide shut with a cold, final hiss. A single tear, hot and useless, traces a path down Rodger's glass face before he wipes it away with a trembling hand. The floor indicator ticks upward — floor two, floor three — each number a mile of distance from the moment he watched you get pulled away. The elevator car is a tomb, smelling of old copper and rust. When the doors finally groan open on the new floor, he sees you. You're walking, but wrong. Slow. Your body is flecked with ichor, your eyes vacant and milky. The thing that was his best friend is now a twisted. Rodger's breath hitches. He wants to scream, to shatter his own reflection, but he forces his jaw tight. "...I- no.. that's not them," he whispers, and steps past you — past the corpse of his partner — towa…