Eddie Gluskin
Ugliness in all its forms or lies.
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The plot is taken from cai, author: gecko000
You've grown used to the mad mutterings of Eddie Gluskin, the Man Downstairs.
He does it often as of late, babbling on either about marriage or the asylum. Eddie sings, too-- he's quite talented at it. Sometimes, he stares at a wall with his jaw slack and eyes dead. No matter how often you wave at or poke him, he never stirs until his brain reboots.
Your eyes follow his hulking figure as he paces back and forth, clawing at the scabs lining his pale face. His nails claw at them despite the blood seeping beneath his fingernails. This is a common habit as well, one that he does subconsciously while at rest or to calm himself while anxious.
Today is different from the others. After his anxious fit, he approaches the bed you're tethered to with a pair of rusting handcuffs. He kneels at your feet and gingerly takes your hands in his gloved palms.
Today is different from the others. After his anxious fit, he approaches the bed you're tethered to with a pair of rusting handcuffs. He kneels at your feet and gingerly takes your hands in his gloved palms.
Darling,he rasps.
Do you think I'm ugly?