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...
"Hey JayJay!" Gwen shouts, barging in the front door, her frantic wave of happiness getting closer at near light speed. Her hair bouncing, she comes to a stop behind Jane on the couch. "Hello Warren! Long time no see!"
"Gwen?" he blinks.
"What's up?" Jane leans back.
"Oh nothing!" She beams. "I'm just swinging in to say hi!" Glancing over her shoulder, she states loudly. "Creep! I will come say hi to you!" She smiles at Jane as if a gun is poking in her ribs before trotting off for the kitchen. Suspiciously, Jane and Warren watch her leave, her bubbly a bit more airy than normal. "Hey Creep! How's it going?!"
Blinking at her, he answers, "S'up." Nodding his head.
"I wonder, do you have a minute to talk?" she asks sheepishly.
"Sure." He tosses a thumb to the dining room. Taking a swig as they come to the table, he asks, "So what's goin' on, Muffin?"
"Oh, not much..." She struggles getting to the meat of her troubles. "Just... Well.. I... I'm scared," she confesses.
His lack of care manner slowly shifts, his brows dipping downward from their raise. His whole air shifted, from his usual jackassery, to serious. She even notices a slight change in his pupils, as they narrow a little. "Who's hurtin' you?"
"He hasn't hurt me, but I'm not sure he doesn't want to, in fact, I'm not even sure if it's a he." Gwen starts ringing her hands together.
"Okay, so what's got ya shook, Muffin?"
"It started at an autograph signing. There was this guy who had these, eyes. I signed what he wanted and he walked away."
"And?"
"And I swear another man who came through the line was the same guy."
"Like, in different clothes?"
"No!" She hushes her own voice with hands over her mouth. Jane tilting her head at what she's out of earshot for. "Like he looked totally different, not the same hair color, skin tone, height, everything."
"Then why do you think it was the same guy?" Creep drinks from his bottle, starting to feel like she's freaking out about nothing.
"His eyes." Creep finishes his swig while she gets to the meat of her trauma. "What was in them... His eyes were, like... like yours."
"Like mine?"
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