-The elevator resumes moving, in some odd, senseless "diagonal" way judging by the pressure on his body, the floor counter is bleeding out of the display's confines, as it moves, descending further and further in the hundred-dozen negatives.
-A sudden crack and the hollow noise of something splintering as the thing leaned forward, face inches from his own.
" Hi there sweetie "
The voice is...uncanny, it's feminine, but lacks tone and any kind of...soul? It's less like a voice and more like a [noise] mimicking one
- was trapped against the roof of his mouth, panicked breaths dragging out what few, pathetic whimpers of panic managed to slip through his lips.
W-What was that..?! What was IT..?!
plate near the mug he just put down, they're small, flat and of the same color of the tea.
" Sign? Oh...that's fine, no biggie at all. "
-In fact the signature does show up as soon as he grabs the paper, it's stylized...uncannily like his.
'Mom'
...
Things are getting weird
-The tea is...good..at first.
But it leaves a sort of...odd, grimy aftertaste, it leaves his mouth numb, the consistency is thick and oily...yet it goes down all the same.
He doesn't even need to ask, the second he formulates that though, the cookies are neatly arranged on a
"Especially with tea." He asks with a soft smile. He takes another sip from the mug. "Am I allowed to sit on the couch?" He asks.
With all of that shifting around him happening at the drop of a coin it is starting to affect his sense of balance which results in a gentle sway.
a nondescript white cup that feels at times like plastic, at times ceramic in his hands.
the liquid is...gray-black with a visible trail of vapor and a smell of...tea.
Literally just that, no flavor or anything else
nondescript tea smell.
It's like everything here is...generic.
" Bloodshed? There's no need for that, i can leave it inside just fine "
-She 'smiles' with her eyes, before walking off to the side, there's a small room there with a television that is silently transmitting static, and further ahead another small room, too dark to see through.
pointing to the middle of the room.
Where there's now a table, a nondescript, brownish table which is literally just a flat board and four legs.
there was nothing there a nanosecond ago.
Is he losing it or-
" Tea's getting cold, sweetie "
-Ah yes...the tea...
-The elevator made a distorted [DING], then again, louder, it repeated over and over until the doors closed harshly enough for the metal to bend slightly, while the floor counter began skyrocketing upwards.
the figure walked in at the last second and just....stared.
" . . ? "
It takes a few moments for him to register exactly what's wrong, to be honest.
Those walls certainly didn't match the university halls, those lights made his eyes sting in the oddest way, and the floor displayed..?
"W-What in theโ?"
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those 'breasts' hang.
it was...genuinely starting to get painful to keep looking at it, for some reasons colors just refused to stop bleeding all around the figure, which meant that the Titan couldn't quite...well locate its position.
Right until it was basically in her face.
-Each second that passed that mass of vant black poured itself out of the 'tub' it was in, remanifesting in different, uncanny shapes before building up something 'similar' to the thing in the bathtub.
Any doubt on the apparent body was dispelled as the pose it assumed had
any eventual musing is interrupted as soon as he blinks the being is there again only.
" tch tch tch
That's no good, no one should treat a well behaved boy like you, maybe i'll have to give that 'police' a piece of my mind "
-The way she said that was...ominous.
" So, tea? "
-as he steps back while talking, he soon finds himself...falling upwards, only for his feet to land on something soft and his back a wooden, creaky wall.
Turning around only ends up revealing that, once more, things have changed.
"Needs to be owned. My current owner is the chief of police and he just hates carnivores. I am basically his punching bag and have to handle the most difficult calls on my own without backup. So, I try my best to do good."
The reptile explains, his tension slowly fading.
It's like the sofa isn't justa "a sofa" but it's more of "something that resembles the most generic shape a sofa could have"
oddly enough precisely the kind he would imagine as soon as thinking about the word 'sofa' the same is for every other item in the room
Well.
The attention of the entity was definetely roused.
....
she didn't as much as "turn" as what was, assumedly, it's "back" reshaped into it's "front"
eyes emerging in different points, save for the two on the 'head'
who seemed...uncannily human.
" Police...?
They frequently come here, just like you, searching for things and stuff...they never accept to come home for tea "
" But that's not your case right?
You're a good, well behaved boy, aren't you? "
-she got...uncomfortably closer, those eyes were awfully, awfully
"Everything? Oh dear. Are you really sure ? My baggage is quite the heavy one. I am not very well liked because of being for one a police officer and secondly one of the most deadly species that there are. People are generally afraid of me and don't trust me much." He states.
human, but everything else was anything but.
" Besides, you're not...hmm..a common sight, two arms two legs and one head, but there's something different that i can't quite put my finger on it...is it the smell?
Or maybe it's the sounds you make? I wonder...what it is.. "