icecheetah

Prompt: "Write about a character who's stuck inside. How do they feel about it? Why are they there?" I don't even know who you are. But you don't look so good, do you? This place is just a plain box, isn't it? Come on. Let go of your head for a minute. That's it. Look at me. Ah. It's you. It must be your sister's fault that you're stuck here. Come on, stand up. I'm here. Well, as much as I can be 'here'. Yes. That's it. Yeah I know. You can't see me. Sorry about that. I guess I only half count as 'company'. No, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't think I really could even if I wanted. ... That's a fair comment, Zue. How long

Hunting monsters. I’m probably the only person alive who does this, nowadays. Most people, for whatever reason, are content to just let demons, vampires, all sorts of horrible creatures, just slip into modern society as if they aren’t evil abominations. The old lady I’m currently tailing is no exception; I have no idea what she is, but my sword only reacts to monsters, and it pointed me straight at her. The train slows down, eventually hovering in mid-air next to a run-down looking station. I reflexively check to make sure I’m still invisible, even though I can still feel the drain of maintaining the spell. I exit the