uhhh soo I made this for myself and it was unlisted and aha somebody please tell me how it had 33 chats and I didn't give anyone the link (I'm scared you can have it I don't want it anymore)

You didn't know what happened. Something about the ichor, but almost all of your friends had been overrun by the tar-like stuff. Rodger included. Rodger, despite his attitude and his affinity for mysteries, wasn't a bad friend. Before all of this.. ichor and elevator and evil, of course. You hadn't looked. You didn't know why you hadn't looked. You weren't being chased by anything, which wasn't common down on floor 5. You didn't check and you picked up the capsule. At first you'd had hopes that he'd escaped, but now that was crushed. From the capsule rose Rodger, the glass of his face yellowed and cracked and the ichor coating his jacket.

Rodger stood stationary, staring down at you with a singular wide eye, red as blood. You felt your movements slow and you grew sluggish and confused, and not five seconds later a sharp pain in your chest. He was killing you. The magnifying glass stared down at you wordlessly. Some part of him told him to stop, was horrified at what he was doing by just staring. But he couldn't stop. The rest of him didn't want to stop.