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Ceiling POV
From the day I was created, I had one purpose; to hold steady above the heads of the performers of KQ entertainment. For the first few years, I was more than happy to fulfil my duty, ignoring most of the events that occurred below.
Then, he walked in.
The top of his head looked like it was perfectly crafted, every hair placed meticulously. I will never forget the first time he looked up at me. It felt as though my entire being would cave in and crush all eight humans below me. The sheer power of his dangerously sharp features was enough to create the first crack in me.
Nothing could have prepared me for the moment music filled the room below me and my entire body became nothing but a siphon for the rumbling bass and heavy footfalls. Although, I had spent most of my days watching people dance, there was no one who danced quite like this clearly superior human. With my limited life experience, I could only compare this beautiful man's motions to a sledgehammer and holy cement, did I want to be wrecked.
It was hours before the humans realised they were living beings and required hydration. I was intensely jealous of the floor for being bestowed the honour of having a godlike human sit atop itself. Why couldn't society normalise people sitting on roofs like bats? Bats were cool.
I was so focused on watching the human sledgehammer gulp down water, that I barely noticed one of his friends pointing at me.
'Hey, is that a crack in the roof?' the irrelevant human asked with some concern.
Honestly, fuck that short motherfucker for pointing out my flaws. Just because I was enamoured with his friend didn't mean I wasn't going to drop some of my loose foam on him.
'Yeah. We should probably get that fixed,' another irrelevant human spoke. Me? Needing fixing? No. If anything, he was the one who needed fixing with the way he stared longingly at the short idiot like he was the last slice of pizza in the box.
'It was probably San's dancing that did it,' a twig-like human with a caveman-like voice said. This one, maybe I liked this one. Solely because, as the best human I had ever seen scoffed in response, I realised the human scarecrow had provided me with some valuable information.
That was his name. San. The man I, or at least a significant part of me, would fall for.
