Neighbor -- God Queen Of Labyrinths -- Home

Richard heard his neighbor tell the relic her words, he had no real clue if what she had said would work as she intended, he didn't know if it would understand her set of four words as an archetype. This mystery was visible on the male maid's face and his neighbor seemed to understand this enigma, even though she only laughed at it and informed Richard that he really ought to head home to sleep; that he, "had a long day tomorrow..."

Not one to dispute his employers wishes, Richard walked on back to his apartment where he took to gathering his zeds.

Richard's sleep had been unsteady once he awoke, somehow he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was hanging just past the horizon and that his life was about to shift irrevocably. This feeling of a life altering change being closer than ever stayed with him as he ate his breakfast and made himself ready for the day. That cleaning cart that stood just inside the door looking more ominous than he could have pictured before.

That cart was slowly pressed out of the door as Richard readied himself for whatever could await him on this day. The door to his apartment had scarcely closed behind him before he heard the confident voice of his neighbor again, informing Richard that another day would be spent cleaning her apartment.

The change to reality which his neighbors spell had caused became apparent as soon as Richard opened the door in front of the inviting woman. Inside was a hall far larger than even the building that contained this apartment, somehow.

A deep sigh escaped Richard as he realized what his day was going to be, just before he started hearing his neighbor confirming his suspicion and taunting him about it. Still there was no time to waste and Richard started his work on that day in haste.

That hall's floor was covered in black and white tiles that formed a checkerboard pattern, something which Richard would become very familiar with as he scrubbed it on his knees. His work pressed further and further into the home and as he continued to scrub along the floor of one of the corridors, the floor twisted around, until Richard found himself standing on the ceiling.

Time passed as Richard came further and further inside the massive home that now belonged to his employer. Through door, after door, after door, he had lost both his senses of time and of place, the only thing he knew being that he was meant to clean everything he saw. That evening, he had no way of finding himself back outside, but instead managed to fall asleep right then and there on the exposed surface of the floor.