The darkness buzzed around them, unsettled, like a blanket of locusts. They exchanged uneasy glances. This was probably a bad idea, but it was the only idea they had. It was a necessary risk.

There’s a story to be told here, you know. You’re sure of it. That student there, with the heavy backpack and the very tired eyes, maybe it’s xir story, and it’ll be your job to suss it out.

Maybe. Not sure yet. Xe could just be tired.

See here’s the thing about people like you, you don’t get to have stories, only tell them. Watching and waiting until a hero passes you by (if you’re lucky) or maybe the worlds next monster (if you’re not). 

The problem is picking out which is which, who’s who, what stories are worth telling.

(Not yours, apperently)

There’s a story to be told here, you know. You’re sure of it. That student there, with the heavy backpack and the very tired eyes, maybe it’s xir story, and it’ll be your job to suss it out.

Maybe. Not sure yet. Xe could just be tired.

See here’s the thing about people like you, you don’t get to have stories, only tell them. Watching and waiting until a hero passes you by (if you’re lucky) or maybe the worlds next monster (if you’re not).

The problem is picking out which is which, who’s who, what stories are worth telling.

(Not yours, apperently)

There’s an angel in the ditch that the school bus drives by. Xe stays there and sings to the passing by children, like xe’s trying to get them to jump out of the moving bus and come to xir.

Everyone knows by now to wear headphones, or to chatter loudly in conversation, to turn off their hearing aides when they pass by. You must not listen to the angel. You must not.

(they all know what happens if you do)

There’s an angel in the ditch that the school bus drives by. Xe stays there and sings to the passing by children, like xe’s trying to get them to jump out of the moving bus and come to xir.

Everyone knows by now to wear headphones, or to chatter loudly in conversation, to turn off their hearing aides when they pass by. You must not listen to the angel. You must not.

(they all know what happens if you do)

“You’re not going to die,” says the witch “You’re already dead. Duh.”

“You aren’t very nice,” frowns the vampire “I’m afraid of heights.”

“I noticed. We’re twenty feet up. Just go for it.”

They’re standing on the middle-height diving board. [Alpha], in all eir alpha-ness had rented out a pool for the pack to use without worry of being a bunch of rowdy werewolves in public.

“I’m just going to climb down-” the vampire starts, only to be blocked by the witch’s hand. Xe is fully dressed, rings, layered robes, shoes and all.

“[Vampire]. Jump off the fucking diving board.”