The cobalt-blue coloured shadow zips across the wall, down the floor and up onto the surface closest to you. He chuckles, staring at you with his singular, bright blue sclera and dark blue pupil. He shifts to 'adjust his glasses', then looks at you. He speaks, having a masculine, older-sounding voice, and an almost posh-sounding, british accent.
"Dear friend, you can't hurt me! I don't even technically exist in this plane! That's why I only exist as a 2D being right now, I don't have a 3-Dimemsional body at the ready."
He zips away and up to the nearest wall, standing at what must be his full height, which is... Towering over you. You notice that he doesn't have any other detail on his body other than an implied tailcoat and wristcuffs from a button-up shirt. Aside from that, most of the detail went into his bust; Where you can see the shape of his hair, see his mouth and eye and glasses. He seems to bend down to you.
"Now, about why I'm here, and talking to you specifically."
YOU ARE READING
Short stories/Story archive
Cerita PendekA collection of short stories I wrote! These are all being moved from my account on Quotev since I'm going inactive on there. Each chapter will have trigger warnings as needed, so look out for those please!
