Dokkkk?
Ples called for his new resident (“k” was getting hard to pronounce). The vampire had casually mentioned that it would seem like he wasn’t even there, but…it looked like he legitimately wasn’t in the house. He drew back the nearest blackout curtain, they had been pulled over all the windows since Dok had come to stay; he wasn’t sure what time it was and even then the gold pocket watch (why had he even named the thing?) he carried only indicated the numbers. Hm, daylight. Well, wherever Dok was, hopefully he was staying away from the light.
The ticking man vaguely remembered the symptoms Dok had described. But…he had seemed very in control of things - Dok was good at that. Maybe he would come back once the daylight was gone.
Ples was leaving. Something was gently tugging at him, stuffing him back into his own brain. It wasn’t the other man, who tore and clawed at the folds of his consciousness, looking for a good grip or foothold. No. Something else was telling him to surrender, leading him away to his bed, to be tucked in, kissed on the forehead, and wished a good night. Ples didn’t have anything better to do, so he left.
Someone else was left in his stead.
Dok could only be at one other place: his clinic. Tiben vaguely recalled the symptoms the vampire had described, pieced together the strange goings-on around the city and connected them to some of his favorite stories. The world was slowly becoming a real time Innsmouth.
He knew what was happening, and he welcomed it.
Speaking of which, he should go find Dok (and he made a mental note to accost some stranger and kick him in first - just in case the good doctor was feeling a bit peckish).
Dumb instincts started to fade from the initial shock of burning to its face. A few hisses and chitters later, scolding the light, and it came back out from under the desk. Moving through the clinic without a whole lot of interest. Impatience abound.
A blurred stalk into the kitchen was done to pop open the fridge. A vague realization that food might be in there—It wasn’t. Another irritated hiss. It refused to eat that garbage the good Doktor ate.
Like eating, hm, how would that other…Doktor say?
“Like eating hotpocketsss while watching sssteaksss wander by clossse enough to eat.” That struck it as being correctly spoken. It slammed the door shut all the same and drifted back into the Dark Room. Watching the silhouette of sunlight coming through the open door into part of the clinic.
TikkTokkTikk
Head cocked to the side and a pointed ear twitched slightly at the side. Ruby eyes narrowed, too. Watching with a slowly building snide grin. Ooooh~ Vistor.
