Silence can be unpleasant or calming depending on the type. I would know since I’m a silence collector.

What the frigging hell is a silence collector you may ask.

Its a subgroup of soul collectors. Once souls were too tied to a body to collect, meaning we had to kill people to get their souls not the true way wherein we’d touch their heart and naturally their souls would be ours.

Morbid, I know.

Collectors also started mixing with humans so as generations went by we sustained ourselves through different ways. Collection wasn’t just for souls. It was for other things too. It could be people’s happiness so you’d find a lot of my people at amusement parks. For some it would be despair so my people would be in prisons or school. There is not much difference I tell you.

Collectors must collect as if they don’t they will be missing something. They will miss what ties them to this earth. We weren’t born with soul ties. Every human has them due to them being born out of love.

Original collectors were born out of greed. Never to be satisfied.

Or some shit like that. The lore is too far from me like thousands of years ago far.

So yeah I collect silences. Its pretty easy nowadays since most people are bad at socializing. Every silence to me is a great one cause it keeps me one day closer to going to Feature’s concert.

To make sure I stay on this earth I take so many odd jobs like at the restaurant as a waitress where I collect silences of bad dates. The library where I collect silences of the studious. And now as a elevator attendant wherein I collect the silence of politeness.

Its an endless cycle of which floor and okay. My ass hurts from sitting and my lungs cannot take anymore of perfume and people who have not discovered deodorant. The tight space is making me develop claustrophobia but I must live to see tomorrow so in comes another person.

“Which floor?” I ask smile politely and she clutching her stomach. I could tell a bad case of diarrhea ever since I experienced it eating food from the cafeteria. Never again.

“10th.” She said taking small steps going in.

Once the doors were closed, she let out the loudest fart I ever had hear. It was like she had speakers announcing to the world the bathroom was going to be battleground.

I didn’t even breathe anymore. From the reflection on the walls, she was sweating and looking ashamed. My body already collected this silence of embarrassment on default so there was nothing I could do but feel the same as her.

The doors to the tenth floor opened and I long pressed the open button to let the stench out. The woman let out a small I’m sorry before bolting out.

As she walked away, I could hear farts going out with every step.

Oohhh its going to be a big one.