Zolto

cafe date

Zolva swallows the lump in her throat, feeling cold sweat bead on her neck. She takes her glasses off with shaking hands, feeling along the cold iron table with the other hand, searching for her bag.

It was cute, it was a bear backpack with a red bow around its pudgy neck, honey coloured straps attached to its back. It had eyes too, little button eyes that gleamed with menace every time the light hit them. They reminded her of...

A cough brought the wolf's attention to the man sitting across from her, and she realised he was holding out her lense cloth for her. Sheepishly, she takes the mauve scrap of fabric from between his forefinger and thumb and began to wipe down the pair of spectacles.

She felt the flaming hot gaze of the other penetrating her as she twiddles aimlessly with her specs, trying to even her breathing.

'This guy hasn't spoke since we started our date...' She thought to herself, beginning to second guess the idea of spending her time with this guy.

Zolva brings her gaze to the man sitting across from her, his amber eyes strangely bright on the cloudy day.

Quickly, Zolva stands, her flushed kneecaps pink against her pale skin, her dainty skirt ruffling with the quickness of the motion, the chair scraping on the concrete.

"Look," She starts, gathering up her bag and taking her classes, pressing them onto the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry- I really am, but I think this was a mistake. It was nice meeting you, but I'm-!"

A huge hand grabs her arm and she flinches, turning to meet the man. Before she can get a word in, a burly fist slams into the side of the man's skull, his head snapping sharply to the right as he falls onto the table, knocking their coffee and drinks onto the floor. Astounded, she turns to face her savour, wide eyed like a lost puppy.

He's slender, tall, yet his abs press against his thin T-Shirt. His bangs hide his eyes like curtains, but she can see the hint of his gray, icy eyes. There's a little heart imprinted onto his cheek, and there's a hint of blush on his nose.

"This guy giving you trouble, gorgeous?" His voice sounds like pebbles on a beach, and Zolva let's out a whimpery-sigh, before hugging her knight in shining armour, face pressing into his rock hard abs.

"Oh, what's your name...?" She murmurs, looking up at him and pouting. He was so tall compared to her 4'2 frame...

"Zoto." The man replies, cupping her pale porcelain cheek as be brought her into a kiss. She hummed, eagerly meeting his thin lips, but her eyes shot open, feeling something against her tongue.

With horror, she realised they were teeth, tiny teeth the size of grains of rice biting and gnawing at her precious pink taste buds. She let out a shriek, eyes bulging as she began to try and pull herself away from the other. Zolva bit back a cry when she realised that the man's face was beginning to layer on top of eachother, like patterned fabric. She saw his eyeballs wrinkle, his mouth a gaping shallow hole, she could feel the edges of the man's mouth droop down to her chin, and still the teeth gnawed away at her tongue.

Zolva's instincts kicked in finally and she fell back, screaming as loud as she could as the man fell on top of her, weightless like an empty pillowcase. She howls, feeling the empty sack of a man fall against her sweet curves, his dislocated jaw still attached to her. Something was forcing its way into her mouth, from the inside of Zoto. It was furry and fat, and she could feel tiny claws scrabbling against her gums as she thrashed, the empty suit of skin shedding off of her.

Zolva gopes at her mouth, gagging as the back legs vanish behind her front teeth, her jaw aching from how wide it's being held open. Her manicured nails pinch at whatever's trying to climb down her throat, tears streaming down her face, joining the snot dribbling over her lips, but she finds purchase, finally, and begins to pull at the things stumpy little tail. Zolva ignores the tiny claws scrabbling at her teeth, before she hoikes it out and throws it to the floor where it lands with a wet shlap on the pavement.

Left coughing and gagging, she wipes her face, looking over to where the thing had landed. It's screeching, looking like a furry maggot with tiny stubby arms and legs. She watches it writhe on the ground before it's deflates suddenly, like a bouncy castle.

With trembling hands, she picks up the beast with a forefinger and thumb, bile creeping up her throat when she realises there literally nothing left inside it. It's just the hide of a hamster, hanging from her clasp like a banana peel. It's beady eyes stare up at Zolva.

"...Ratchet?"

A/N a bit of a longer one this time! Mostly just filler 😘👍 I liked the part when zoto saved zolva from the guy, what did you think??