Eli walks around town as he notices something wrong.

Everyone has zippers holding together their skin…

_Jeez, Plastic surgery went rogue._

Out of curiosity, he checks his own hand.

It was in fact laced with zippers…

“Wow, terrifying,” he scoffs.

“You are sad man,” says a voice he can't trace.

“Annnnd your deranged,” Eli responds nonchalantly.

Damian waves his hand slowly revealing himself as all the zippers disappear.

“You are a hard person to scare sir.”

“And you are an interesting person to exist Damian,” Eli says.

“You know my name!”

_Oh boy_, Eli thinks as he walks away rolling his eyes.

Hey!

Are you going to answer me?

Helloooo?

…..

“No.”

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I'm sick but finally got motivation to post!