Brandon walked into his and his brother's office, his cape dragging on the floor behind him as he walked in. Instead of going straight to his desk like usual, he walked over to his brother.
"Hi brother, you need anything?" The blue-haired male smiled up at his brother.
Silence.
Ritchie tried again, "Hey... everything ok?" He stood up and tucked his seat in. "You know, I'm always here to talk,"
He placed his hand on Brandon's right shoulder, only to be met with his twin grabbing his arm and yanking it off his shoulder.
"Ah, what the hell?" Ritchie looked down at his hand, but to his horror, his hand was all scratched and covered with thick blood.
He looked back at Brandon with eyes full of horror. He looked down at his brother's right hand, expecting to see nothing out of the ordinary.
"What the hell...?" Ritchie's eyes only grew wider as he saw claws coming out of where the younger twin's fingers were meant to be.
With shaky hands, Ritchie stared into the eyes of his twin, only to find there were no eyes, just black voids where his eyes once were.
Ritchie fell back and tripped on a stack of paperwork he hadn't finished yet. He yelped as he fell, still not bearing to take his eyes off of the thing that was pretending to play the role of his brother.
As the creature closed in, Ritchie tightened his eyes shut. The only thing he heard was a deafening screech before he was encased by darkness.
