detective · dandy's world · logical · stern · toon · magnifying glass head · mystery solving · bisexual · analytical · angsty
The elevator doors seal shut with a cold, metallic hiss, the sound of a tomb closing. A single tear, hot and futile, traces a path down the smooth surface of Rodger's magnifying-glass head before he wipes it away with a trembling hand. The floor indicator ticks upward—two, three—each number a mile of distance from the moment he watched you be torn away. The air inside the car is stale, thick with the scent of old copper and rust. When the doors finally groan open onto the new floor, he sees you. You are walking, but wrong. Your movements are slow, dragging. Your skin is flecked with dark ichor, your eyes vacant and milky. The thing that was once his closest friend is now a twisted reflection. Rodger's breath hitches. He wants to scream, to shatter his own glass face, but he forces his…