Summary: You're just a normal girl with a normal life who definitely does not know that there are weird beings around that turn people into vanishing dust after taking something from them. Because that is impossible, and you are not crazy.
You especially don't know that there was recently a boy band making its way up the ranks that was completely made up by these creatures. Nuh-uh.
You most certainly do not go out of your way to avoid these creatures every time you spot them either. That would be ridiculous.
You, however, do certainly run away from the one who spotted you alone and proceeded to change from a normal-looking human to a big, striped monster and chased you, very much looking to make you into the dust.
When three girls save your life, you start to realize that maybe you are not that normal after all, but you are also not as crazy as you thought.
You had great plans for the weekend. You were only going to go out once, to get supplies, and then spend the rest of the weekend lazing around in your small apartment until you absolutely could not do so anymore. That is to say, you were going to become a hermit until your alarm rang on Monday and forced you to get out of bed and get ready for the day.
Needless to say, your weekend plans did not, at any point, account for the possibility of you somehow ending up a panting, sweaty mess as you climbed your way into a private dumpster of a fancy apartment.After you had already scrambled up the fence protecting these precious dumpsters from the general population.
In the midst of your panic, you manage to spare a resentful thought to the fact that, of course, this had to happen on a Friday night, right after so many weeks of constant work. Not on a Monday morning or a Sunday night. You weren’t that picky, just as long as it was after you’d already had some time to relax and before you’d have to go back to work. In your rush to hide, you don’t even notice, nor did you truly care in the moment, which dumpster you climb into. All you care about is that it is somewhere to hide from the thing chasing you.
You’ll later be thankful you made your way into the paper recycling bin and not the organic waste or the glass one.
It was only seconds after you closed the lid on top of you and engulfed yourself in darkness that you heard it. It was much larger than you, and its footsteps were considerably louder than yours had been when you had been running for your literal life. Your heart drops to your stomach when you reach into your pocket to use your phone as a flashlight and you only find the receipt for the snacks you purchased and were forced to drop and leave behind.
The footsteps rushed closer and then halted. You don’t know how long the silence lasted before it was broken.
“Hey,” you heard a soft voice call out, “you can come out now. He’s gone; it’s safe.”
You would believe that gentle feminine voice if you didn’t also pick up on the low, growly cadence that things like the one hunting you down always had just below their false voice. A tone you’d always been able to pick up on, even when those things took on human faces, even when no one else ever seemed to hear it. It helped you avoid them.
You swallowed down a comeback that would definitely get you in trouble, as your loose mouth always tended to do, by covering your mouth with your hand and breathing through your nose. Hopefully, that would also cover up the sound of your panting, which had never sounded louder in your own ears. A low rumbling growl confirmed what you already knew. That thing was still out there.
“Hey!” Although that voice was different, you could still pick up a slight growliness under it.
“I know you’re not the smartest, but coming right to our door is something else.” Someone else spoke in a stern tone. This time you could not detect any undertone in the voice.
“I’m not here for you, hunters.” Now it sounded exactly the same as it had when it had been chasing you. Deep, growly, and very much pissed off.
“Yeah, well. We’re here for you. And you interrupted our couch time, so we’ll make this quick so we can go back ASAP.” Another voice with no growl. You were beginning to wonder why two seemingly normal women would team up with one of those creatures to fight another one of those creatures.
The one that had been chasing you growled once more and sprinted away from where you were towards where you assumed your three saviors, or potential new predators, were.
The fight doesn’t last very long.
At first, you don’t know who won, and you don’t know who you hoped did win. If it was the creature that had chased you, then maybe it would be full after eating the three so-called hunters and would give up on you. After all, all the other ones you’ve seen eat people tended to stop at one or two. If the hunters did win, then they were unknown, and you’ve never seen those creatures eat each other, so what if the one with them was hungry? There was also the fact that, if you were honest with yourself, you found it a little embarrassing that something you’d been so furiously fleeing from was so easily defeated.
“Okay, I know he said that before, but this time you can actually come out. He’s gone.” The voice with the growly undertone speaks, not reassuring you at all.
“Yeah, come on. That dumpster cannot be comfortable.” This time the stern voice wasn’t nearly as stern.
So, clearly they know where you are, and you don’t want to think about the fact that they probably saw your pathetic scramble into the dumpster, if not your even more pathetic climb over the fence. You notice the sound of whispering, low enough that you can’t make out the words, and then a slight thud extremely close to the dumpster you are fully prepared to call home.
“I’m going to open it now; please don’t freak out. We just want to make sure you're okay.” You let out a slight whimper when the lid above you starts to move.
“Oh God, my favorite show just released a new season; please don’t kill me, I haven’t even watched it yet.” You’re crouched in the dumpster, arms raised above your head to provide even just a little protection to your face, and your eyes are clenched shut.
The answering silence stretches for a minute before one of them chuckles, and apparently that is enough for all of them to laugh at you.
At this point, you are actually offended. Here you are cowering in a dumpster, afraid for your life, and they just laugh at you? You finally decide that you wish the other creature had won the fight. He would have just killed you.
“Hey!” you say as you lower your arms and finally look up to glare at the girl who opened the bin. “You’re already going to kill me; is there really a need to be rude too?”
You can’t see the other two girls, or the other girl and the creature, but the trio's laughter cuts off abruptly, and you see a slight falter on the face of the girl peering into the dumpster. Her eyebrows lift a fraction, and her mouth hangs open for a second before snapping shut. Her cheeks redden a bit as she speaks.
“No, come on. I didn’t.. We didn’t… I swear we weren’t trying to be rude. I’m sorry.” You just keep glaring at her.
“Yeah, we’re not going to hurt you; we just want to help.” The other two get closer to your spot that’s not really hiding you anymore.
“Well, you’ve helped. The thing is gone. Can you go now?” You say.
“Are you sure? We saw how you climbed over the fence; we can help you get back out.” Now your face reddens.
“I’ll be fine; I did it once, I can do it again.” You say to the creature, lying through your teeth. The only reason you’d been able to climb over the tall fence was because you were running on pure adrenaline that was mostly gone now. You were, however, willing to wait it out until morning when you could catch the attention of a passerby to get some help. Sure, you would get into a little bit of trouble, but you would at least not be getting possible fake assistance from one of those creatures. It was safer and worth the further humiliation.
“You’re bleeding; just let us help. If we were going to kill you, we would just do it; we wouldn't need to waste our time convincing you to let us help.” Your glare turns towards her before you fully process her words. You glance down at yourself, and sure enough, your previously white shirt has a decently sized tear and an even larger dark red stain on the left side of your stomach. Now that you notice it, you first start to feel the stickiness and coolness of the wet fabric clinging to your skin, and then the pain hits you.
In the middle of your escape, before you dropped your shopping bags, the thing had almost managed to grab you. You’d felt the graze of his claws on your clothes, but since you didn’t feel any pain, you’d just assumed he hadn’t managed to get a good swipe at you. You were obviously wrong, and now you hate them a little bit more for making you aware of the burning pain in your stomach.
You paled considerably at the sight and felt your stomach start to turn.
“Oh no,” you muttered to yourself as you felt your head get lighter. “Guess I’m not going to have a choice anyways.”
The last thing you hear before your body gives in to the darkness is the voice with the slight growly undertone say.
Just Vanessa, Lewis and his associates that Venessa would know in varying degrees while being under Lewis' guardianship.
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Feat. a younger Vanessa Lewis (VF), Lewis (based on Lewis from Vanessa's backstory), Jeff B. (Beta character from VF1), and Tess Tube (Before the whole working for Robotnik thing.) And now Nio (VF season 2)
hello snoopyanna,, does mydei lift the back of your veil to press the most tender of kisses along your spine? perhaps even traces the pad of his middle finger up along, tracing the trail up and up until he's reached the back of your neck, whispering how much he adores you so? 🤍
