Based on The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley.
I do not own this book anymore nor any of it's OCs.
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A Hunter must hunt, prey has to be killed, and souls must be taken.
That's what the demon has said.
He was not going to decline that task, his new gif...
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(Edited at 11/05/2023, friend drew the icon for Cerberus. Give thanks to them.)
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Shake shake shake goes the bus.
I was on my way to the infected apartment, one of them anyway. It won't be much longer till I arrive.
Then what. I haven't planned out this far.
It doesn't take a genius to realize that they won't let anyone inside a infected apartment, not without reason.
Infected apartments...if I pretend to be infected, a transfer...they might let me in.
That's the best bet I have for now. My only bet. I cannot mess this up or I have to risk getting dirty. Not that I minded but dirtying myself isn't always enjoyable.
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His parents took young Cerberus to the middle of the room, in the middle of this satanic circle. His father took a ritual knife from a hooded one.
The ritual knife with the blade slithered out in a zig zagy route, like a snake. The tip was the only part that wasn't like that.
"Hurry." Murmured a hooded one. "It is time."
The father roughly pulls young Cerberus' hand and with the ritual knife in his other hand. He slices his child's palm.
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The loud screech of bus tires stopping alerted me from my...slumber?
"Crap." I had fallen asleep. The bus driver leans their head out of their seat, "This is the final stop before we do a rotation back to the bus station! Does any idiot want to get off of here!"
I turn my head to look where we stopped. At first I thought I had missed the apartments but saw that it was a walk away. Nobody says anything. Except me. I'm the idiot that's actually the smartie one, "Me. I'm getting off here."
Of course people are whispering among themselves again, everytime. To my shock, the bus driver nods their head to the exit/entrance.
"Off my bus, now."
"Aye."
Not a second pass of me stepping outside that the doors slammed shut immediately and drives the fuck out of here, the cancer introducing gas clouds boosts out the exhaust pipe, leaving a trail of where it came from. I cough and shoo'd the clouds away, I'm not dying yet. Not from gas clouds.
