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...
Something is off here. Sure, he's an ass, but he's acting more distant than normal, usually, he wants to be up in your business for a good laugh, so why is he avoiding her eyes? Avoiding facing her directly as he shuffles around?
"Good thing you're not here to apologize," Jane tells, her brows a straight line. "I don't need a heart attack on top of a bullet wound."
He fights a smirk at her smack, replying with sass. "You're blamin' me?"
"You're at the top of the list." She plants a hand on her hip, her stupid hospital gown folding under her palm.
"It ain't my fault you're human." The line nips at her insides like the lead had. "You act like I should care." He walks to the nearby snack machine. "I mean, when we first met, I wanted ta take a bite outa you." He pulls out his wallet, shoving money in the machine. "Thought you'd be a tasty morsel." She watches, her glare a mere glimpse of the snarl inside. "Triple layered fudge cake, remember, Fudge Cake?" He reminds, baring his fangs as the coil stops turning, his bag of animal crackers an inch from falling into the bin. "You're just a chick I thought It'd be fun ta screw with." He stares at the machine, then grabs it, digging his claws in at proceeding to batter it, ramming the monolith of Little Debbie's and Hostess around against the wall. Growling, he beats the crap out of the snack machine, smashing his hand on the buttons, Jane just watching him have a fit.
What the Hell is wrong with him? How can he seem laid back one minute, then lose his shit over animal crackers? How come he says some things like he is having a share session with her, then throw it out the window with bullshit? She thought she had him somewhat understood before in the bank, that his who cares manner is so that he remains adaptable, but this is a different Creep, different because he seems to be genuinely angry.
Letting go of the machine, he pants, staring it down the animal crackers through the glass as they lean another quarter inch. "I don't know why you're actin' like ya expect me ta be some upstandin' guy!" He whips round to her, venting. "Golly gee willikers! I hope you can forgive me?!" He mocks, fluttering his lashes and setting his chin on top of his hands.
Where the Hell is he getting all this from? She definitely blames him a good portion for what happened, but she'd have to be crazy to expect a sorry from Creep, so why is he harping on it? Her head starts hurting like her middle.
A nurses walks up behind the scene, putting a dollar in the snack machine, the bag of animal crackers falling into the bin. With a rabid snarl, Creep turns, growling and bounding at her on all fours. "Mine!" She screams and runs, leaving him to grab the bag from the bin. Standing, he calmly opens the bag, popping a cracker in his mouth. She just stares at him as he pauses, then shoves the bag out to her, his head turned away from her off down the hall. "You should eat somethin'."
With that, a tone of care comes back to his voice and she's convinced this must just be his time of the month, because he's PMSing fucking hard.
Taking the bag from him, she squashes it in her hands, crushing the crackers to dust, then throws the bag at his face, powdered graham lions, bears, and tigers sprinkling his hair. He stares straight on as she passes him, that damn wheel squeaking off down the hall.
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