- overtook the pleasant smile he wore, and fingers that were too long; dusting the tops of his calves.
“Doctor Crane… Scarecrow. How 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 it is to meet you.”
- about the figure, other than his height; towering over most people at 7’5.
But through panes of glass, peripheral visions, stolen glances… There was something utterly 𝓌𝓇ℴ𝓃𝑔. Pupils that split and multiplied like cells, a vision of a face cleaving grin that~
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Tremulous laughter bounced around the environment, echoing back on itself in a sickening chorus of mirthless noise. A yellow door stood where it had always stood.
No… Had it been there?
It must have been.
Slowly, it swung open~
- as elongated fingers drummed slowly against the wood, the sound of swirling colour leaking into the ground. The smell of jaunty movements heralded the arrival of Michael, who sang out of the doorway with a smile crossing his face.
It split across his face like~
- with spiralling ringlets that fell about his face.
Yet, there was something wrong with his shape through the periphery. It distorted and shifted, the sound of its colouring and the taste of its voice were entirely wrong.
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Michael lifted the cup to his lips, ignoring the searing temperature of the coffee as it travelled down its throat.
Face on, the entity was completely ordinary looking. Taller, yes. Very tall in fact. And his features angular~
- Its clothing was far too bright with patterns that swirled across his jeans. No.
The patterns couldn’t have been moving.
Could they?
“What a funny little office you have.”
He mused, almost over enunciating everything in his received pronunciation accent.
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Doors are funny things really. Entrances and exits that line our society so frequently that they can be passed without even being noticed.
How many doors are in your room? How many line the floor plan? Have you counted recently?~
- broke through. Did he have an appointment? Perhaps the notion was familiar to the good doctor, some whispered agreement that he’d somehow forgotten.
Sitting across from the doctor, one long leg crossed over the other as the figure relaxed into the chair.
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