"A whatis?" Was the only way Gendran could respond to the strange question. He didn't want to admit it, but these people were starting to creep him out.
The specter stayed behind, glaring at the oaf in his overstuffed, filthy chair. Silently, he walked towards the monster, his feet gliding across the disgusting floor. Hovering over his prey, John's breath grew heavy with anticipation and rage. His frozen breath misted around the father's sweaty neck.
John glared at the man, appalled by what he saw. This man, this girls father, what a disgusting creature. He wasn't even human. Such people, such things made this world intolerable. He should be punished, pushed beyond death.
"Well you see, we haven't gotten into the main building yet. This is all just the entrance."
*ignores you ignoring me*
Stepping back, Gendran held the door open for the two guests, beckoning them even deeper into the building.
*is ignored*
*sprays you with cookie crumbs*
Clicking and whirling, the orbs retracted back into the ceiling. "Well done well done." Opening a door, the room echoed with gendran's clapping. "I thought you were gonna go nuts for a second there."
SILENCE!!! can't you see I'm eating? *grumbles* the nerve of some people.
In a dull roar, the world was flooded with light. the inner sanctum looked nothing like the crumbling exterior. The inside was pure white and metallic. Three stainless steel orbs decended from the ceiling and commenced a scan on the unsuspecting victim. "please stay perfectly still during this procedure."
Gendran smiled at the remark. "That's good. You'd be an idiot otherwise." Through the creak of the rusted door, the tattooed man stepped into the inky darkness of the building.
Gendran turned the knob on the building's door. "Maybe, but you can get inside if you aren'd down here."
fine, no cookie for you then. *noms cookie*
He nodded, looking up at the devil child. "you can call me Gendran if you'd like. Now could you get back down?"
The man scratched his head, exhaling in frustration. "Fine, you want a shortening, just call me K974.
The man scratched his head. "Yeah...about that, you might not want my actual name. It's way too long for you."
The man raised two of his fingers into the air. "In that order: You'll find out soon enough and depends how you want to address me."
*pats your head* yes it was. you should get a cookie for your observations.
Finally, The man slowed down, stopping infront of what looked like a condemed building. "Well, I call it home. You can call it whatever you feel like."
