. . .

oneshot.

you could feel the tension that stayed in, never building up but never going down between you and your coworker. you forgot how long you've been in here, stuck in this hell hole of a room. it was small. but it wasn't that small either. it just felt that way because of how close your coworker was.

you both having your respective corners, you stare at the scissors you acquired from the vent you had to break in. it was annoying to do it but you did it anyway. your finger traces against the blade which was slightly dulled from trying to cut or carve into the walls and floor. which obviously failed from how abnormal this elevator or even place was.

or or
doppelgänger Protag / Antag murders doppelgänger Coworker / Colleague with some scissors for entertainment.

( watch somebody else try and comment the fact his name is not colleague as if he actually had a name. )