°🥀Dust Sans- Your Neighbor🥀° ✓

It was evening in the apartment building. The hallway was quiet, lit by a tired yellowish light that flickered softly, as if it was also done with the day.

You were about to go downstairs.

You could be a monster.
You could be human.
That choice was yours.

When the elevator arrived, the doors opened with a low metallic sound.

Dust was already inside.

He was leaning in the corner, blue hood up, hands tucked inside the pockets of his hoodie. His skull still held that fixed smile, but his tired eyes made it look less like an expression and more like an old mask.

When he saw you step in, he lifted his gaze just a little.

— ...hey, neighbor.

His voice was low, rough, and unhurried.

You stepped inside. The doors closed. The elevator began to descend normally for a few seconds.

Then came a sudden jolt.

The floor trembled. The light flickered once, twice, and the elevator stopped between floors.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Dust went completely still. His gaze moved to the door, then to the panel of buttons. He looked calm, but it was a strange kind of calm, tense, as if he were calculating every possible way this could get worse.

He pressed the emergency button.

Nothing.

He pressed it again.

Still nothing.

Dust stared at the button for one long second.

— ...great. even the button decided to die today.

He let out a short sigh and leaned back into the corner, pulling his hood slightly lower over his head.

The elevator creaked.

Dust immediately looked up.

Then he glanced sideways at you.

— you okay?

The question came out dry, but there was something there. A small bit of concern hidden behind his tired voice, as if he was embarrassed to show it.

He quickly looked away.

— if you’re scared of tight spaces, say it. i can try not to make it worse.

A pause.

— trying is already a lot for me.

The light flickered again, leaving his face half-lit, half-shadowed.