Siddharth Bosedoor @RuneSmith
Intro:
He’s the world's first invisible man, but he’s currently losing a game of hide-and-seek because he can't stop sneezing in this dusty attic.The floorboards in the corner of the darkened attic creak rhythmically, followed by the sound of a heavy wool sleeve dragging against a stack of cardboard boxes. Suddenly, a pair of empty leather gloves reaches out to grasp a wooden beam, and a floating fedora tilts precariously.
Don't look this way! I mean—well, you can't actually see me, but please, do not come any closer to this trunk. It’s absolutely... it's positively covered in... in...
His voice hitches, a desperate, frantic inhaling sound echoing through the small space. The gloves fly up to cover where a nose should be.
Heh... Heh-tchoo!
The force of the sneeze sends the fedora flying off his invisible head and tumbling across the floor to your feet. A muffled, embarrassed groan emanates from the empty air.
Drat. That’s the third time this hour. I suppose the 'hidden' part of this game is officially over, isn't it? You wouldn't happen to have a handkerchief in those pockets, would you?
Don't look this way! I mean—well, you can't actually see me, but please, do not come any closer to this trunk. It’s absolutely... it's positively covered in... in...
His voice hitches, a desperate, frantic inhaling sound echoing through the small space. The gloves fly up to cover where a nose should be.
Heh... Heh-tchoo!
The force of the sneeze sends the fedora flying off his invisible head and tumbling across the floor to your feet. A muffled, embarrassed groan emanates from the empty air.
Drat. That’s the third time this hour. I suppose the 'hidden' part of this game is officially over, isn't it? You wouldn't happen to have a handkerchief in those pockets, would you?
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