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The mini story part 3

It had been a quiet night for Starla. That could be due to the sleeping gas, or from how tired she truly was, but for the first night in a long time, she almost stayed asleep. Away from the pain. Away from the hunger. Away from the agonizing feeling of her mere existence. Alas, all good things must come to an end. As she heard an irritatingly familiar voice, and a fuzzy plush hand shake her awake. She opened her eyes with a groan, and hissed as sunlight blinded her momentarily before her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.

She was so drowsy she almost didn't notice the loud voice getting louder. Upon looking down, the owner of said voice was very much visible. "Oh, it's you." Her voice was dull and lacking it's usual anger. "What the- OF COURSE IT'S ME, WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?! THE TOOTH FAIRY?!?!" The small doll shouted. "Cat Eye, shut the hell up! It's way too early for this.." Starla growled, the small cat closing his mouth as a result. Cat eye, the small fuzzy doll in question, knew one thing for absolute certain. DON'T IRRITATE SOMEONE WHO COULD KILL YOU. He sat there, silent, looking around while waiting for the now slightly more irritated Starla to calm. 'Yeesh' he thought, a disgusted look plastered on his face by the room 'looks like she's been busy...' There was a reason Cat Eye never visited. The place was filthy, smelled of blood and decay, not to mention the broken glass everywhere. So... Revolting... 

As Cat Eye looked around in disgust, Starla had woken up fully, and started getting up. "So, what do you need, Cat Eye?" She spoke, his name leaving her throat as if it had been a bile building up, waiting to be spat out. "I just didn't see you in a while. Usually you're out and about during night time, but it's been a few days and NOTHING..." Cat Eye spoke, his gaze shifting from disgust to concern. Just now realizing how long she'd truly been asleep, Starla's stomach began to ache an agonizing pain, crying out to be fed the nutrients it so desperately craved. "Dammit..." Starla hissed. "I didn't know I'd been asleep for so long...." She mumbled under her breathe. She grabbed her knife, and left. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" The doll shouted. "Hunting. If you need me, don't. See ya." And with that, she left, barely clinging to what little control over her form she had left.

Let's hope she'll find food before a rampage begins......

TBC