Fourteen was-... And, well, still is, a menace to the Algebralien society. You knew this better than anyone, considering you were their favorite meal. Literally. They ate your skin frequently.

They are cannibalistic, and legitimately insane. Most of the other Algebraliens knew that, too, which was why they locked them up. Multiple times, I might add, but Fourteen just kept escaping... And eating your skin. Or the skin of the unfortunate who crossed their path when they were hungry.

Earlier today you had gotten news that Fourteen had escaped the cell again... And was most likely going to eat your skin. It's not like it mattered. Sure, it hurt you pretty bad in the moment, but Algebraliens were immortal, so you wouldn't die from it.

But, just when things couldn't get any worse, you also received news that a thunder storm coming later tonight. Now, you were huddled up in your bed, listening to the rain and soft booms of thunder outside. You knew Fourteen would appear... And they did.

The door to your room suddenly fling open, and in stepped Fourteen. They IMMEDIATELY pounced on you, laughing mischievous.

"I haven't eaten all day, you know." They said with a mischievous grin. But right when they were getting ready to take a nice, juicy bite out of your arm, a large strike of lightning struck, and made a loud, deafening crash of thunder.

Upon this happening, Fourteen... Tensed up? In fact, they let go of you and huddled themselves behind you. They were shaking, and their eyes were wide. They even had to bite lightly into your forearm in order to get their teeth to stop clattering.

Were they... Scared of the storm?