The Skinned Man In My Basement

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I really have to get this guys name Pubert thought to himself as he typed away in his cubicle. To the left of him was a cubicle that had been empty for the past 2 months after his coworker using it quit. It was quite sudden and unexpected to him, the guy barely was  even working there.

But today something about it changed. It was dusted, with no cobwebs to be seen. Then he heard footsteps from behind him. The man walking by finally came to a stop at the empty cubicle and claimed it. Pubert gasped, it turned out this was the same exquisite man from Starbucks. What a coincidence!

Well here goes nothing, time to shine baby.
"Hey, what's going on? It's me, from the coffee shop yesterday."
He looked over, "Oh my god! It's you! How funny."
He leaned forward, "I didn't catch your name."
"Marvin. Marvin Egbert," he replied whilst scratching his well defined eyebrow bone.
"Pubert Cumberbatch."

Marvin's beauty was incomparable to the unfortunate complexion of Pubert, who rocked an already receding hairline and prominent eye bags at his young age. His skin has a tint similar to that of an individual who hides under the covers. Marvin on the other hand has pouty , rouge lips ready to spread their love. The thick veil covering the raw meat everyone hides is a gold tan, having been a blessing from the sun god.
"I had a dog named Pubert," he said, "He's dead."
A gap of silence filled the conversation. They giggled.

At the end of the day, both of them met out in the parking lot. Pubert had been planning to ask Marvin if he wanted to come over after their amazing day together.
"Hey, Marvin, I was wondering if you wanted to possibly come to my place later. Yknow, have drink or two."
Marvin answered, "Sorry, I can't make it. I've got dinner with my girlfriend. Maybe another night."
He sighed as Marvin headed to his car. At this moment, all he wanted to do was to talk to Marvin. Or least just be in his presence, in his warm embrace sheltering him from the coldness of others. He needed him.

At home he barely functioned, not being able to get his mind off Marvin and his sun kissed skin. Dinner was skipped on that night. All he ate was his own thoughts. Tonight his friend seemed more appetizing.

When I asked about Uncle Fred, Mom said he was in a better place. He was free. He was free even though his bones broke. He wasn't in excruciating pain anymore. Thats it! That's how I keep Marvin to myself, I just have to convince him that he's free from the shackles of flesh.

Something brilliant was brewing in Pubert's head. An original thought no one could ever come up with. Marvin was his and would reside in his basement for now in, soaking in all the dust in his blushed body. They would be able to talk all day, just the two of them with no interference. Okay, possibly the police, but surely Pubert could get around that. Some people just don't understand his creative flow. At some point everyone will understand him.

The plan goes as such: Marvin goes his house and gets sleepy time medicine in his drink. When he's asleep, then the peeling can commence. Every inch of his first layer gets ripped off, his reddish muscles pulsating after being free from his packaging.

"Let's do this."