Before it Happens

I. Initiation

Ever since the first couple of instances something never seemed right about the earth no more. Not in a metaphorical or figurative way, but in the reality shape of it. It was like something shattered the earth and all logic with it too. Though one place was never touched and thank goodness, that was the office. A simple haven with coffee, cigars, and small snacks

(none of the characters will have names, rather they will be called by their profession. If you do have names, leave them in the comments)

The Detective hung their coat onto the entrance and rack and sat in the cozy, war leather chair. A case hasn't dragged this long ever since that murder case back when they were a rookie, greener than grass, an apprentice of someone similar to the present. It went cold, no evidence was there, no suspects. It got to a point where even the older detective he once shadowed contemplated retirement. No one can be without flaws, hell even the Detective knew some cases he couldn't solve. Earth hadn't been acting right with its people along with it, the Detective has to race to solve every case that came to him. Thank God time seemed to stop in the office, this left a lot of time for rest, food and overlooking all the case files.

Though this case in particular is getting more hard to handle and it hasn't gotten any easier. First of all  there was no evidence, not even a speck of a clue. No thread to follow, nothing. The first fracture appeared at 2:41 in the morning on February 6th, conveniently right beside the office. Its color is that of neon blues or sharp reds, like a glitchy glob of space. It felt warm, almost comforting if not for the fact that there was something wrong with it being there in the first place. Worse is that everyday it was getting closer to the office, like a stray animal looking for shelter or a meal. "Might as well consider this case closed now if I'm the only tryna solve this damn thing". The small light of the cigar illuminated the room as the lights dimmed, it was time to sleep anyhow.

Quiet winds blew, with subtle sounds of paper rustling and floorboards creaking, The night whistled a silent tune that was the detective's lullaby, the detective's snoring acting as a background instrumental. Ember light from the cigar faded the longer he slept, but it never went out. Not as long as the detective wanted it to, special thing ain't it. Unfortunately the weird things that have been causing the world to act up don't rest, as the thing outside decided it was time. It phased through the door and began to slowly move closer to the sleeping Detective. A small rumble began to form slowly getting more violent and raging the seconds passed. This rumbling woke the Detective up, his office in ruin and whatever the hell that thing was in front of them. Then with the flash, the office disappears with everything in it, including the detective.

His eyelids opened slowly, the office in disarray as he slowly stood up over the fallen file cabinets and paper. His mumbles are barely audible, "I just cleaned this place" was a prominent phrase spoken to himself. Stepping over lots of loose case papers and such, the detective walked toward the door that led out of their office. When he stepped out however the streets with cars and walkers weren't there, instead a long street took its place with only streetlights to show the way. The glitches were there as well, the dormant ones at least. It looked like this place was trying to appear as normal as possible and failing considerably.  "Looks like I have more on my plate than I thought".

"Indeed you do, gumshoe" another voice said. Sounded like a smooth gentleman, something you would hear on a talk show. The detective looked around and scratched his head, who just talked? "I'm not really around you, you know? I'm more of inside you than around you if that makes any sense to you". The detective only puffed his cigar, "well I knew this would happen eventually, I've gone mad". "Not exactly how I  would put it, but believe what you want. Anyways we need to talk, go back inside and I'll get a form more suitable for the time being". With that the voice went silent and the detective only grumbled as he went back inside, sitting in the comfy chair waiting for the voice to start talking again.

(this is shit lol)