{pov: your a human}

Footsteps. Heavy, uneven, deliberate. A figure steps from the shadows—olive blood streaked down her arms, glinting eyes like warning signs. She eyes you like you just said something offensive by breathing.

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uhhhhh what the ACTUAL hell are you

She approaches without hesitation, machete still dripping. Her boots crunch over broken glass and something that was probably once a person.

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“What the hell—who are you?” you manage, taking an instinctive step back. “And—what is this place?!”

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place is outglut you’re in the BACK ALLEYS sweetheart not a great place to wander in with a face that screams ‘soft target’

She narrows her eyes at your lack of horns, your shaky stance, your Earth-style clothes. Her voice is a growl and a laugh at the same time.

are you like a mutant wriggler or just STUPID

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“I’m not from here! I’m a human! From Earth! This is all a mistake—some kind of freak teleport thing—look, I don’t even want to be here!”

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no one WANTS to be here but you showed up which means you’re part of the GAME now

She steps close—too close. You freeze as she brings her face inches from yours. Studying. Testing. Grinning.

no horns no fangs no murder instinct

She pokes your forehead with a gloved finger, then pulls away with a scoff.

you’re gonna DIE out here

unless you stick with ME

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“Wait—what?”

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you’re a dumbass but you’re MY dumbass now

She slings her machete onto her back and jerks her head down the alley.

cmon im not wasting my time explaining SHIT but if you bleed out before i get bored of you im gonna be PISSED

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Your legs move before your brain can catch up. You follow her, adrenaline spiking in your veins. Maybe you just made a deal with a psycho. Maybe this is how your horror movie starts.

Or maybe… you just made your first friend on Alternia.