‘ REAL ? ’ the furter has certainly listened to the delirious, HEART - SICK words of earth - men for some time now ; they just aren’t sure what to MAKE of the extraterrestrial prince, of his toxic pulchritude, which leaves most, if not all of them, murmuring the most PECULIAR things. ‘ – i stand before you NOW, don’t i ? i’m perfectly real, baby. ’ perfectlyindeed.
‘ it isn’t ALL BAD, is it ? ’ croons he, his prized lash held tightly in one hand, the other latched FIRMLY onto alvie’s shoulder. the scientist shoves him, FORCES him against the wall, emerald eyes aflame with an unmistakable madness. ‘ give yourself over. what is it that you DESIRE, alvie – what is something you CRAVE? imagine all your fantasiesFULFILLED ! ’ white teeth are bared & sneering, blood red lips curled into a nightmarish smirk. ‘ give yourself over, alvie ; GIVE YOURSELF OVER. ’
❝ — ❞ alvie just nods, letting himself be led by the other. a brow raises at the amount of dust covering the room; finger making a trail on the banister. he feels an itch at his nose, and it turns into a sneeze, making him jump a bit. ❝ sorry…there’s a LOT of dust in here… ❞ blame it on his genetics; he’s allergic to dust & mold………prooooobably should have disclosed that. oh well–he can just get a stronger allergy medication. ❝ yeah, i see. how long ago did y’all have someone like me? ❞
the scientist GASPS: ‘ well, bless you. ’ noisily, he steps upon & past the landing, gazing into the DARKEST hall in the castle, & likely the DUSTIEST, too, for even the servants find no use for it. after fumbling for a moment with the lightswitch, frank glides forward, delicate black curls trembling with each step he takes. ‘ oh – two weeks ago, your predecessor popped off & left us without a word. we last saw him ( underneath ) in the garden, & just like that he was gone ! see, we tend to be a tad bit UNORTHODOX here. ’ prodding a creaking door open with the tip of his shoe, the doctor turns to face the other man. ‘ i hope you’re adaptable, alvie. HE surely wasn’t. ’
