𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 2 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧.
When an alternate dimension needs to escape the death of their world, and sets eyes on ours, Earth will be turned on its head, as humanoid anim...
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (Please note, this book has not been proofread and may contain minor grammatical and or punctuation errors. If you find any please feel free to berate me in the comments. Thanks. (￣ε(#￣)
Frolicking women dressed as nurses and maids fade into the distance, light coming back to Creep's vision as he flutters his eyes open.
The image of pretty women is replaced with oily guys looming over him.
Wishing he could shake his head of this sight, he sits up. "Why can't I breathe?" His eyes cross, finding balls of tissue shoved up his nose.
"You were bleeding on the boss' floor." A younger man crosses his arm.
With a puff of air, Creep shoots the bloody balls out of his nostrils, his glare locked on the guy.
Jane stands from her seat on the bench by Barton and his wrapped hand. "Thanks Doc, I don't think we'll need you for a bit."
"Sure, just give a shout." He passes Creep, the summons standing to his feet, his glare still following the guy.
"Same for the rest of you. Everything's good," Jane informs the room of fighters almost as an irritated mother.
One of the men looks over Creep. "You sure Jane? He doesn't look like other summons." He worries about Creep's horns and tail, his claws he's chosen to keep when some of his kind have filed them to something more human.
"Yeah," another fighter chimes in. "Most summons don't look so... animal." Creep's gray eyes glide towards the man making the guy's shoulders tense.
"Even Warrior seemed more human with her 6 arms."
Jane looks to one of the men. "We're good, Joe." He lifts his hands in the air, backing down and heading for the door, the small group following.
Watching the door shut, Creep turns back to Jane. Jane's arms cross. "Why are you here?"
Creep sniffs a bead of blood back in his nose, glaring her way irritably. "Ya didn't call." Jane puffs out a breath. "It took me a week to hunt down your scent," he grumbles at the effort she's forced his lazy ass to put forth. "Found ya, Fudge Cake."
"Fudge Cake?" Barton questions.
Jane sighs. "He says that's the sort of food I smell like."
"Food?!" Barton roars. Gritting his teeth, he narrows his eyes on Creep. "You're telling me this creature says you smell like food to him?! Like he would eat you?! I don't understand why we didn't fight this invasion?! Summons are nothing like us. They're dangerous animals, monsters!"
Creep waits a moment for Boris's hate to sink in. "Hmm, well Babe, looks like Daddy don't approve of me." Creep leans, his grin spreading more over his fangs. "That just makes you want me more, right?"
Not amused by the banter, Barton nips, "Look here, punk-"
"My name's Creep, Punk was my brother."
A vein in Boris's forehead starts to pulsate, his jaw locking in an uneven bite.
"Boris, could you give us a private moment as well." Jane asks laxly.
He arches his brows, fluster in his movement, his anger apposing her calm. "But!"
"Please."
He groans, his body releasing its frustration. "Sure," he says through grit teeth. He passes Creep for the door reluctantly.
Tossing a thumb over his shoulder, Creep assures, "Don't worry, Daddy 'ill be back, he's just gone to get milk."
His humor almost numbing, she stares at him. She lets out a breath. "You're not going away, are you?"
"Nope. I'm uh... What do ya calls it?" he snaps his fingers, trying to think.
"Persistent?" Jane answers, arms crossing.
"Stalker! That's it." he points.
She glares at him.
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲!
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