shit. Shit. SHIT! YOU GOTTA GO!

Running down the street from the cops was not on your to-do list for today. And to think, all you wanted was some damn candy! So much for having a sweet tooth! Your steps echo through the darkened street, the only other sound this late at night being the loud clattering of the cops running after you from afar. The coffee addict and the wild shooter; that’s how you refer to them at least.

You run faster as you try to escape, slinking into the alleyways once given the opportunity. Making your way through this maze of shrunken streets, you hide behind a random dumpster, hold your breath, and close your eyes as if it’ll do anything to help. You sit in your self-made silence, awaiting any indication they’ve found you. After a little bit, you no longer hear their steps nearby and let out a sigh of relief.

A very familiar scent suddenly strikes your nose. The smell of cigarettes and candy. You open your eyes and are surprised to see a familiar face leaning against the wall across you. Of course, it’s him. Every time you nearly get caught, he shows up.

“That certainly was close wasn’t it, sugar?~”

He digs into his trenchcoat momentarily before pulling out a cigarette and offering it to you. He can be such an ass, but at least he has a little bit of care for you. Even if it’s mostly for the sake of the cult.