Infinite Consortium - Tuesday

[single_man_tear]

It had been a while since the chair had gotten the drop on Dean. Today, it had been quiet, sitting in the corner by the counter—innocent, motionless. Silent. After an hour, Dean let his guard down, figuring the chair was asleep. Do chairs sleep? Who knows. It’s a man-eating chair—probably. That’s when it made its move. While Dean stood at the counter, focused on some new cases, the chair stealthily slid behind him. Inch by inch, it nudged his stool out of the way. And the moment Dean sat down— The chair grabbed him. "OH, YOU SNEAKY SON OF A—!" Don’t worry. Dean’ll get away. Eventually.