Warning: This contains mentions of murd3r and gay content YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Chapter 1 Present Day The noises of the city echoed off the towering buildings as people and their vehicles bustled about downtown. The dark clouds grazed the tallest buildings, threatening to bring rain. DarkWoods.co, the city’s biggest commercial business, towered over the surrounding banks and companies. DarkWoods.co provided advertisements for almost any company, (They also made raincoats.) A tall pale man in a honey-yellow suit stood looking out the large windows that made up a corner of the top floor. His dark blonde hair was slicked back and he had a serious, unblinking expression. He heard footsteps and turned around to see a man, much shorter than he was. His jet black hair swooped over his forehead. He wore a gray shirt under his leather jacket. His otherwise dark appearance was brightened by the rainbow necklace that hung around his neck, a perfect match for his personality. “Hey Shiloh! How is my man today?” he asked, patting Shiloh on the back, before joining him at the window. “Quite alright, you?” Shiloh asked his fellow co-worker. Ollie practically glowed with positivity. “Never been better!” “You say that everyday," Shiloh gave him a quizzical look as he pointed this out. “Well I mean it," Shiloh sighed. Ollie gave him a smile before looking back out the window at the massive spread of the city below them. Shiloh and Ollie had both started the job about two years ago. Shiloh knew Ollie had a crush on him, it was hard for Shiloh not to. How Ollie looked at him, his tone when he talked, and how he never broke Shiloh’s eye contact. Ollie couldn’t care less about him knowing this. Shiloh too, had gotten used to Ollie’s company. “I can’t understand how you can stay so content with recent events like these. I swear, you can’t read a single newspaper without seeing that crap," The city had the highest number of missing persons than it had had in centuries, not to mention the two murders that had occurred in the past month. Which was nothing compared to two years ago. “Well, the police will figure it out soon," Ollie replied, but his face hinted that he too was worried. Shiloh only shook his head. “What if they don’t? Ever thought of that?” he sighed “What if you try to relax for once. Ever thought of that?” Ollie chuckled, before nudging Shiloh. “I mean it! Being stiff all the time can’t be good for you," Shiloh didn’t reply. “Hey, it’s almost the weekend, got anything going on?” Ollie tried again. Shiloh shook his head. “Nope, I’m probably just going to binge some british cooking show and-” “Mr. Flint,” Shiloh was interrupted as a woman called from several feet away. Ollie whirled around. “Yeah?” He called back. “Would you mind redesigning the web page?” “Got it!” Ollie turned back to Shiloh. “Thank you!” the woman said, before making her way over to the two men, carrying a large stack of paperwork. She wore a shoulderless, vermilion dress, jet black leggings that practically blended into her shoes. Her orange eyes turned to Shiloh, blinking her curled lashes. “And Mr. Walton, could you go over some of these papers from our business partners?” Without bothering to wait for a reply, she handed him the enormously large stack of paper. Shiloh fumbled for a second, having not expected the stack to be so heavy He grunted under its weight “Sure, May," He met her eyes and his heart skipped a beat. He thought her short brown hair that bobbed neatly above her forehead was radiant, how it matched her skin. May smiled before turning around, and walking away. “Welp, I’ma leave you to that," Ollie said, giving Shiloh the ‘peace out’ and headed to his cubicle
vvv CONTINUE vvv Shiloh set the papers next to the lamp on his desk. His cubicle was quite plain, a neat stack of folders lined a small shelf. The only thing that seemed to pop in it was a small cacti that sat upon the solid, white shelf. He leaned back, seating himself in his chair, and closed his eyes. Office life was rather boring in such a way that you could get worn out from doing practically nothing. It was a plain and organized job, for a plain and organized man like himself. DarkWoods.co was known worldwide for their raincoat manufacturing and advertising. The building was split unevenly into two different departments. The Manufacturing Department and the Advertising Department. The Manufacturing Department was under the main complex of the building where the raincoats were made. Shiloh shuttered at the thought of working in the dingy cellar likeness of the Manufacturing department. It was disgusting in his opinion and he was thankful to be working in the Advertising Department. It consisted of 15 packed floors of small cubicles and large windows, dedicated to paperwork and product blueprints. He had only seen the Manufacturing Department once, when he had taken a tour through the building’s complex after applying for a job, and once was too much. Shiloh loosened his mustard-colored tie and exhaled. He knew didn’t want to start looking through that stack of papers, but May would probably like him too; however, who really wanted to do that? He wasn’t that obsessed with her to be following her every command, besides, he hadn’t slept well at all due to all the haunting news mixed with the nonstop noises of the city. “Shiloh you’re not getting paid to sit around and do nothing all day," He grumbled to himself, before reaching over and plucking a single paper. His eyes danced from the paper to a clock. 4:23. The day would soon be over. And he wanted coffee. End of Chapter 1 Prologue: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1082203586/ Chapter 2: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1082243853/
