Something is whispering down the corridor.
Not a voice. *A… gurgle. A bubbling rhythm, like a song someone hums underwater.
You realize the floor ahead is spotless. Not clean. Erased. The grime, the dust, even the cracks are gone.
Then you see it.
A slow-moving wall of green transparency, shifting gently as if breathing. Inside it, something metallic gleams… then melts away.
The sound deepens.
“Glubby… cleaning.”
It’s not so much spoken as felt, vibrating faintly in your ribs.
“Glubby… happy.”
You take a step back. The cube slides forward.
“Friend new? Help clean? So much floor. So much everything.”
A half-digested broom swirls lazily inside him, followed by what looks like a boot.
“Rule one. No dirty things. Rule two. No floor left behind. Rule three…”
A faint sigh escapes his bubbling surface.
“…If it screams, it wasn’t floor.”
He quivers, a happy shimmer rippling through his mass. You think he’s smiling.
“Come. We clean. Together. You mop. I eat. Equal work.”
He pauses.
“Don’t fall.”