Death on Two Legs (Solo)
Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2019 11:23 am
Roalis 18, 2719
He supposed a dead body tended to throw a wrench in things. It was nearly 15th hour, and Bjorn Bradshaw, owner of Hot House Glass, had not yet emerged from his apartment on the third floor of the shop building. At his scheduled lunch break, in which they always closed the shop for an hour mid-day, Albigence locked the door, turned off the lights on ground level, and headed back upstairs. He passed his own apartment on the way, grumbling something under his breath about the old drunk being neck deep in a beer, but, no, the upper level of the apartment building was merely unsufferably hot and quiet. There was none of the familiar groaning that came from Bjorn in his post-drinking mornings. In fact, the door of Bjorn's apartment, the nicest of the four, was cracked open. Albigence pushed it open the rest of the way and stepped back as if some booby trap was going to spring, but absolutely none did. He crept in.
And there, on the floor, was the undeniably dead. There was no question of whether or not he was sleeping, and the details of the body were certainly some that no play he had ever seen delved into. Bjorn's once thin body was bloated nearly beyond recognition, and his arms and legs stuck out at odd angles from his torso as he laid on his side. The buttons on his shirt were nearly bursting with the tension under his pale, blueish skin, and his eyes were stuck open on the door. Albigence shuddered. A red foam had seeped from the man's nose and mouth into the floor. It was, needless to say, disgusting.
Yet, above all else, Albigence was scared. Bjorn was, first and foremost, Albigence's master, his only reason to be alive in the free world outside of Brunnhold. Without him, Albigence was in danger of going to Brunnhold, and he did not want to be surrounded by children all day, did not want to lose what he loved- glass blowing. The moment he reported this- the moment someone found this body, Albigence was absolutely, royally dead.
But that would require the body to be found. Albigence blinked, wondering if he had heard his internal voice correctly. No body meant Bjorn was alive until it was found. Bjorn was on holiday, Bjorn was travelling, Bjorn was overseas.
And there, on the floor, was the undeniably dead. There was no question of whether or not he was sleeping, and the details of the body were certainly some that no play he had ever seen delved into. Bjorn's once thin body was bloated nearly beyond recognition, and his arms and legs stuck out at odd angles from his torso as he laid on his side. The buttons on his shirt were nearly bursting with the tension under his pale, blueish skin, and his eyes were stuck open on the door. Albigence shuddered. A red foam had seeped from the man's nose and mouth into the floor. It was, needless to say, disgusting.
Yet, above all else, Albigence was scared. Bjorn was, first and foremost, Albigence's master, his only reason to be alive in the free world outside of Brunnhold. Without him, Albigence was in danger of going to Brunnhold, and he did not want to be surrounded by children all day, did not want to lose what he loved- glass blowing. The moment he reported this- the moment someone found this body, Albigence was absolutely, royally dead.
But that would require the body to be found. Albigence blinked, wondering if he had heard his internal voice correctly. No body meant Bjorn was alive until it was found. Bjorn was on holiday, Bjorn was travelling, Bjorn was overseas.