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Chapter 1: Meal or No Meal?
He had just been playing with the cats like he did every day. Outside Her house. Who was he? He knew that he should, but he didn’t really know. Who was She? He didn’t really know that either.
But somehow, he still felt the urge to come to this place, every day, to the cats. And Her.
Warm. Familiar, he thought. He absentmindedly let one cat’s soft fur roll through his spindly fingers, the small thing purring and rubbing itself against his cold hand for more attention. He could smell Her, all the way up in that tall structure that humans seemed to like making.
He didn’t think much about the creatures, but he knew that seeing the same structures, seeing the same people every single day, without being able to be seen or heard himself, was making him bored as hell.
He sighed a little when the cat he was petting meowed loudly, insisting for his special trick. He relented and opened his jaw abnormally wide, letting the furry animal paw around inside his “mouth”, then step inside and comfortably sit, purring quietly.
His “ears” suddenly twitched as he sensed a sharp change in emotion in the creature’s presence from inside the human structure; from relaxed to what he guessed was scared. He turned slightly, looking up out of the corner of his eye to the top of the structure, a wide-eyed, terrified human girl’s face staring back in his direction. He didn’t really know why she was, but he realized she was staring at him. He saw her grow whiter, and slam the object she had been looking out of shut. He grinned widely, an unfamiliar feeling rising in the area where a human heart would be. Someone had seen him, could see him! His next meal, perhaps?
He gently pulled the complaining feline out of his mouth, and set it down carefully with the others. Turning swiftly, he sped over to the base of the structure, looking up at it curiously.
He had seen her open the thing. He wanted to see her more closely. He was curious about how her soul would taste, delicious he was guessing. He huffed slightly, scaling the structure’s side with ease. Picking at the edge of the small hole, he slid it quietly open, lifting himself in lightly.
Oh, she would be delicious. He could see it in her face, the fear of him. He chuckled slightly and watched her grow even more white with interest in his eyes, moving closer and leaning in.
There, in her eyes, he saw a faint glimmer of something he hadn’t expected—defiance. Anger? He didn’t know why she had it, but it just made him even more curious. He peered closer and heard her squeak slightly. “You.” She continued to stare at him. “You saw me, right?” It was a pointless question, he was standing right in front of her, but he was keeping his own thoughts from jumping out at the thought of finally having had someone see him—
Wait.
His grin grew even wider as he got a new, far better idea than just eating the tasty soul in front of him, which he didn’t even know was possible. “Should I eat you?...”
“Or make you my wife?”
His grin faded slightly as she simply slumped against whatever nest she’d been sitting on in response, her eyes rolling up slightly in her head. He tsked, straightening up and turning around to leave, his human form slipping back through the opened hole, disappearing into the dark of the night.