Elliot stood outside the teller's booth for a moment and coughed into his hand. The night outside was gloomy, foggy, but not uninviting. It almost seemed charged, electrified in a way that made the hairs on your forearm dance rather than just stand.
"Just need your signature here and you're all set for the night, Elliot." Jeroth, the bank teller, smiled at him.
Elliot did as he was asked and signed. His job done for the night, he wasn't sure what to do now. He could go home like always, but something about that night felt different.
"Jeroth?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing tonight. After work I mean. The forum is pretty quiet tonight, even with the debate coming up. You're still running, right?" Elliot pushed the pen back under the bars of the teller's booth.
"Yeah, 'course, but like... I don't have anything else happening tonight."
"Wanna hang ou--," Elliot began, but a sound from a nearby broom closet cut his sentence short.
A soft whirring sound hit their ears, one they'd never heard before, It felt ethereal, otherworldly, even... alien in some way. The door to the closet opened and out stepped a figure.
"Oh, hello there!" The figure said as another face, a familiar one, fell out of the closet and onto the ground. Artist "The New Jesus" Unknown looked up at the figure above him and gulped a few breaths of fresh air, as if he'd been deprived for some time.
"You... are fucking crazy." Art jumped to his feet.
"Wait, Art?" Jeroth said aloud. "Who is this?" He gestured to the figure before them.
"That used to be Danny, but then he... changed... said something about regenerating. I don't even know, I'm out of here."
Art ran through the door and into the night.
"Hi." The figure waved.
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