Surrelics: The Joiners

No one saw them arrive. They didn’t use the elevator, and they didn’t knock. One moment the hallway was empty, and the next, they were there—locked together like a single creature with two sets of legs and too many hands.

Their coats were bright and warm, almost human in color. Their faces were smooth and polite, like they hadn’t learned emotion yet.

They moved in sync, whispered to each other in gestures no one understood. Some thought they were dancers. Others said they were inspectors. But by the time anyone got close enough to ask, they had already fused tighter, and the light had changed.

They’re still in the building. Somewhere.