In Our Midst

We're in the preliminary stages of integrating two teams at my work, and so I am beginning to see unfamiliar interlopers in our meetings. This isn't really a problem, and it seems like a good business decision, but here's the thing: one of the new people creeps me out. This isn't because of an awkward personality (which seems to be the most common workplace horror), but because of the way It looks and moves. The visiting fiend might appear to be a regular person, but I think it's Something Else wearing a skin suit. A skin suit two sizes too big. So not fat, exactly. Baggy.

But that isn't all.

There are probably a lot of people whose flesh is over-affected by the Earth's gravity. You know, like old people (this Thing appears to be about 35). But our Visitor also looks to have absolutely no natural muscular tension. Limbs move, but when they reach their intended destination, all effort appears to cease, and the structure collapses. The movements aren't slow or lazy, just, I don't know, rubbery. Like the way you might imagine something without a spine might move. I know I would prefer lazy movement, rather than the twitchy flopping that It passes off as motility.

And nobody seems to notice this but me.

For the sake of decorum, I try to avert my eyes and wipe the expression of horror from my face, but I am not completely successful. Until I have proof, I will have to behave as if all is as it should be, keeping my eyes open for anything strikingly grotesque or uncanny. Only then I will be able to expose It to all with a pointed finger and a stout call of "Behold!"