A/N: Hello. I forgot this platform existed. I also haven't finished anything in forever, so take this short little piece. That's Not My Neighbor is pretty silly, I think.

Eyes gleamed from within the dark room. The professional, polite, eternally calm Doorman had vanished. Now something else stared back at Francis. Something hungry.

He shuddered as the monster moved towards the door. Was it going to eat him? He hoped it would spare Anasta-

Light flooded the room, revealing the same Doorman he'd always known. They smiled at him, and after a moment, he remembered to smile back.

The Doorman arranged his papers into a neat stack, then slipped them through the slot. Their soft voice filtered through the speakers. "Sorry, Mr. Mosses. I haven't had time to fix that light. You're free to go."

It was only after he'd hurried into the building that he thought to ask what they were apologizing for.