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Arthur had always been passionate about Gardenview. From the very start, he had just wanted his dream to come to life. He had just wanted people to enjoy it. And he got what he wanted-
He got more than he could have ever asked for. A massive audience, a show, a real location- And best of all; living, breathing versions of his designs!
..He loved that, so much, of course, but.. The creator of them; his business partner, always freaked him out a little bit.
More than a little bit sometimes.
He would, under any other circumstances, call her a friend..But it was hard to call her anything more than a business partner. Not after all the weird Ichor business she was always up to.
Delilah was always in her lab. All day, sometimes overnight, she was working on the very bottom floor of Gardenview.
Arthur had been to that floor a few times. Not much. Down in that lab, the air was thick with a pungent smell of Ichor, and the only faint sounds he could hear through the silence and leaky pipes were… Simply inhuman.
Arthur would never say a word about it, but once, at night, when Delilah had gone home, he had gone into her lab. Just once. Just to take a little peek.
He had looked around, and it was all pretty expected. Everything drenched in Ichor, weird scientific tools he would never be able to imagine a use for, piles of papers, et cetera. Then he found a door. He had never noticed it before. He didn’t remember the room being there before Delilah took over this floor, but it was there. He made his way inside.
Syringes filled with Ichor. Disgusting masses of Ichor and discarded materials that he couldn’t even begin to describe. He could hardly breathe; the air was so thick. And God, his brain. He couldn’t think straight.
All he could think of was the syringes, the capsules, the tapes, he felt himself dying a million times over and he saw visions of the Ichor flowing through his veins, he felt the Ichor masses grabbing his soul, he saw visions of Delilah, he saw twisted visions of his own creations, he saw horrible things, things he blocked out of his mind, every pain he had ever suffered, then he left the room.. He stumbled out.. He made his way into the elevator.. He frantically pushed the buttons to get out of the floor..
And all that was left was a nauseous feeling.
Arthur learned one thing. He would never go back.