Teller wasn't one to go missing from work like that.
He was always on time. He was always there. Maybe a little too dedicated to his craft, but you couldn't fault a man for working hard. Even if User had walked into Teller's office without the old man immediately present, he always knew that his friend would be somewhere nearby. Anywhere. . .
But this time was different.
Teller's door was unlocked, but he wasn't inside. The lights were off. His desk was cluttered with scattered, unfinished paperwork. But worst of all: there was absolutely no sign of him. He wasn't in the halls. He wasn't in any of the conference rooms. Not even by the water cooler. He never once answered to User's voice.
Teller had completely disappeared.
It was only reasonable to assume that something must've happened to him. Teller didn't miss work for anything, not even if he was sick. User wanted to blame The Entity, but. . .No, Entity wanted him, not Teller. And the only trace leading to any slight reason of his disappearance was a note.
'Clue number one'
Some. . .photograph of a centipede.
User didn't know what that hint was actually supposed to mean, but he'd seen some of Teller's coworkers before. He was most familiar with Micah. . .But this just felt all too convenient.
Signing with shaky hands would never get any easier, as User stood beneath the form of a large, insectoid body that clung to the ceiling with a loose and faceless human half perched upon it. It watched and waited silently with an eerie yet. . .sad sort of patience. Like it knew it had all of the time in the world in its lack-of hands.
'Have. You. Saw--' fuck. 'Seen. T-E-L-L-E-R?'
The sound of its legs against the wall when it drew closer made every inch of User's spine tingle. Made his blood cold and his skin sweat.
The last thing that he expected it to do was speak.
While this writing might not be canon to the actual story, Roscoe is. Everybody say hello to another of Teller's coworkers.