UAnge's Tales



(quick tales draft where dr clef discovers dead bodies in a room and thinks about how he can't even see their murderer)

Dr. Alto Clef was one who fancied the anomalous. The anomalous didn't fancy him, however.

They couldn't even perceive him.

Of course, this interest meant he also fancied death. He twirled, shuffled, and danced with it, in its varied forms, every day. The researchers he was assigned to merely did an amateur waltz. If they tripped once, even slightly, the slow dance would be over for them and the lights would power down.

So when he was told to check up on those researchers, he repressed any slight concern he had for those researchers.

Dr. Clef opened the door. Cascades of red flowed across the walls, as if they were murals that had always been there. Three bodies lay there, crippled from the dance they performed. Flesh speckled the once smooth, clinical walls.

Ah. My date is here.

Or, his date was there. Dr. Clef couldn't tell. He couldn't see the culprit behind the deaths. He couldn't see the culprit behind reality's collapse. He couldn't see the culprit in right in front of him.

The bodies lay right there. The perpetrator was staring at him, right through him. Yet, he couldn't see it.

Dr. Clef liked to think about the duality between a dead body and its killer. Two halves of a whole, the cause and effect, the yin and yang. He thought one couldn't exist without the other.

It was the balance of anomaly. Without the killer, there is no body. Without the body, the killer hasn't sinned. Yet Dr. Clef couldn't even perceive the balance.

How could he fight humanity's antithesis when neither of them could know the other?

It was then that the doctor realized he left the door open.

With a heave, a sigh, and chuckle, he flipped on his radio and reported a containment breach.