Midnight Snack

[turntodarkness]

Who: turntodarkness and sealbait
When: Around 2AM, April 6th
Where: Out on the streets
Summary: Ansem's out hunting for his usual nightly meal. Veser happens to be out and about. You do the math.
Warnings: Loss of heart? Possible horror undertones and creepiness?

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[sealbait]

Christ, this was a bad idea. What the hell made him think staying so late after work would be smart?

Oh. Right. Logging overtime. Goddammit...Veser hated the dark. It brought back memories of when he was a kid and would try to blend into the darkness of his bedroom to avoid his father's rages- it never worked. Since coming to the Port his hated of the dark had only intensified.

Normally the solution to his fears was to run as fast as he could, screaming at the tops of his lungs to make himself feel braver. It was something Lee had taught him and it hadn't failed him yet. What the hell? He's only a block from home. What harm could a minute of running and screaming do?

[turntodarkness]

Oh, Veser, tonight's a bad night to be looking for overtime. Very bad. Because you've caught Ansem's attention just by passing under the building he's currently perched on.

With a twisted little smirk, he drops down, slowing himself by half-hovering. He doesn't make a sound as his feet touch ground. He quietly follows, walking casually. If Veser looks back, it's simply that they happen to be headed the same direction. Nothing more.

[sealbait]

Veser pulls up his hood against the slight chill in the air. Almost there and not chomped on by Darkness monsters yet, what an accomplishment. Now the question: to run and scream or not to run and scream-

Wait, what are those footsteps? Who the hell would be following him this late after sirens?

[turntodarkness]

Your worst nightmare, Veser. Because he's quickly growing closer, as if he's in a hurry. And in a way, he is. He's hungry, and the heartbeat practically pounding in his ears is tantalizing. In fact, it's practically a dinner bell.