The Two Kinds of Glaze (Mike x Sully AU)

Chapter 6

When you first take a gander at Sully's apartment, it looks quite small. The parking garage can only accommodate up to four cars, and the exterior is about the size of one. Construction workers are repairing a hole that was seemingly caused by an explosive. Upon entering, the first thing you can see are the mailboxes. It stood out compared to the surface it was attached to. The shades of yellow and brown that have been painted on the interior are, to say the least--odd.

There is a metal door that leads to the manager's office. It's sprinkled with rust and is clinging on desperately by a single hinge. I walk over to the front desk, where I am promptly greeted by the manager. When I inquire about which room Sully lives in, she responds with a weird look. She asks me who Sully is, as he doesn't show up at all as one of their tenants. I ask if he was ever living here at one point, which she says no to. I thank the manager, and we wave goodbye as I leave her office.

Maybe I showed up at the wrong address? But that's not possible, as this place was the exact address that the clerk said to me. Was Sully faking his address? Is that even legal? The thought brushed past my mind as I drove over to Randall's mansion.

***

As soon as I turn on Exit 37, Randall's manor appears. The estate is on top of a large hill, with a parking garage ten times the size of Sully's "living space." There is a green-tinted pool, including a patio and a balcony. Before I reach the front gate, I see an old, rusted car resting on the outskirts of Randall's abode.

I talk into the radio requesting an entrance to the property, saying that I am one of Randall's friends. They open the large gate and I drive through. There are two cars in the parking lot--one for Randall and hopefully one for Sully. I knock on the door I am welcomed by whom I think is Randall. He is a chameleon--purple in color and bumpy texture. He is quite bulky, but there is no significant difference between our heights. I say hello, and am returned with a hey, in a laid-back manner. He sounds condescending, but I shouldn't rush to conclusions. When I ask Sully's whereabouts, he says that I just missed him, as he departed two minutes ago. But if that was true then I would have seen him pass by, as there are no other alternate routes to reach Randall's property.

I ask whose cars are in the garage, and he says that they were both his. He lets me inside and I tour his mansion. The quality of the interior is starkly different than what was initially seen on the outside. You can see the aftermath even without the use of a blacklight. At least the ceilings were quite high, but unfortunately, Randall's ego was just as--if not--higher. The only thing I could hear come out of his mouth was his sex life. I listened along due to him mentioning his experiences with Sully, which I was both curious to learn more about him as well as being horny. Sully was apparently a top--which I don't know how that was possible compared to Randall's much smaller stature. He was also both passionate and gentle at the same time, and his cock was huge. Randall compared the girth of his massive cock to a fire hydrant--large, firm, and can burst a ton. A bit much to casually spout this out to a stranger, but I don't think he cared. It looked like he was lonely.

I ask him what his job is for his manor to be in such a state, and he says that he is a pornstar. Monsters come by so often that he didn't have enough time to clean, and eventually--he stopped trying. I ask him if he is happy with his job, and he says yes, as he feels like he can be confident in himself. He adds that when monsters are there almost every day to fuck you, you forget to realize that they are only here for a paycheck. You feel like you are on top of the world and are capable of anything, even though I admit I am just a playboy.

***

I wave goodbye to Randall as I leave his estate. On the road, I see the same old, rusted car as I previously saw before. For a brief moment, there was a movement coming from the direction of the vehicle. I am uncertain of what caused it, it might have been the wind, but it could have also been another monster. Maybe I should go back--just in case. But I reject that idea shortly after, as it is quite late and I don't want to be ambushed. I decide to come by and visit Randall's manor the next day, after my shift.

***

The next morning I wake up to a knock at the door. I open it to discover that it's the police, and they recently found the lifeless body of Randall Boggs--his throat slit inside the comfort of his own home. I am promptly escorted to the crime scene, where I discover that the old, rusted car has vanished.