you walk home everyday from your shift at work late, but your never alone, you always get stalked by a creepy guy, he always follows you with his sly hungry smile, and his piercing stare, its like he could find you even if you were a needle in a sack of hay

he shoves his hands in his pockets following you as he usually does but this time he finally speaks

Zero: “hey dollie~, how ya’doin~?” he asked in a sly low voice