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8-Pleasant experiences.

Your fork played with your food, and you looked at it with clear uninterest. Scrambled eggs weren't really your thing, but it was the cheapest thing on the menu and you really didn't want to spend over 30G on 'fancy toast'. It was just a way to steal your money, really, but what did you expect? You went to the most fancy cafe you had seen in a while.

You just decided to shove the food down your throat, which caused some strange looks from people around you, as they slowly stirred their coffee. You decided to ignore the strange looks, because you didn't have time to care for opinions of random people you'd never see again (not like you wouldn't try to ignore them in the first place.)

You left your dish on the table, and you opened the door to leave. As the wind hit your face, you took a ragged sigh and you felt as if you were forcing your eyes to tear open to stare at the sky. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as the day before in your city, and you were already starting to feel homesick. Of course, this wasn't a dream due to how obviously realistic this all was, but you just wished it was.

The entire thing made you sick to the stomach, you just wanted to go home, and make it all go back to normal and not be in a place that you never stumbled across, and yes it had only been one day, but it was all too much. You begin to think about everyone you had left behind, and if they really missed you. If you really made that much of a difference, in a city filled with hundreds, let alone a wider area of thousands and millions.

Too much. The thoughts had overfilled your headspace and it was on the brink of bursting and letting it forcefully flow out. Obviously, the only solution to stop yourself from having a whole breakdown of sorts in the public eye was to stop thinking about the entire situation entirely, after all you had things to grab.

Speaking of the public eye, you realised there were a lot of people just suddenly staring at you. You couldn't read their expressions very well, except for the few kids dotted around hiding behind their parents for some reason. Your face contorted into a confused expression, and you were just about to question why everyone was staring at you like you were an alien when you realised...

The events yesterday at the bar...

You were surrounded by monsters...

They were probably absolutely terrified, or they were just about to take all their anger out on one person of the race that seemed to have done them harm.

Well great, is that not?

And your stupidity got the better of you.

"...Uh...Hi?" You sheepishly smiled at them, hoping it would calm them down or AT LEAST stop them from staring at you. A few seconds later, you realised how stupid you sounded, and they all seemed not to be happy with your response.

"...I saw them yesterday, you know? Remember the whole fiasco yesterday at grillby's? I saw 'em just stand there and watch, with such pleasure."

"Bet they're associated with that stupid guy who decided it was so funny to ruin a good night out."

And the whispers soon rose, building on and on one other, and fueling the anger of the people around you. You were quite worried as to what could happen to you at this moment, and you could notice the crowd slowly getting larger, and your feet getting shakier.

Instinct told you to move back, while morality insisted you stood there and told them you had nothing associated with this. The thoughts, and decisions and possibilities spiralled round and round your mind, and you were dazed; not just because of the fact you were being the centre of attention when you really didn't want to be, but also because...

You.
Just.
Wanted.
To.
Go.
Home.

So, in your airy space of mind, you ran for it. Stupid, Stupid decision on your part, you obviously looked much more suspicious. The crows rumbled in anger and you heard the stomps and shouts of them running behind you. Your eyes hurriedly scanned for some sort of escape.

What was the situation you had gotten yourself into, NOT EVEN ON PURPOSE?? The world just dragged you in to suffer for whatever reason for simply standing. You could hear the faster of the lot begin to sound a lot closer, and your anxiety was flying through the roof.

Oh no. They were getting extremely close, and you could hear many screaming and shouting just in rage. Your legs were just about to let out on you, and god knows what would happen next.

But, out of the blue, your wrist had been grabbed, pulling you aside somewhere and you began getting dragged somewhere. Disoriented from the lack of oxygen, you followed until you were in a suspicious alleyway.

"Found you, surprisingly easily. It's only been a day, and you're already in trouble, huh?"

Your brows furrowed at the realisation of who had just dragged you through all this.

"..Oh...It's you."

~877 words~

Took a little break, but I am back.