(O.D.D.- Quiet Waters by Toby Fox.)
Today is another day. Except it's cloudy. And rainy. Yes. You're currently soaked to the bone, waiting for a bus to arrive. Honestly, you don't know why you didn't bring an umbrella with you when the news had clearly said that there was a 90% chance of rain. You still have your jacket, yet you didn't bother bringing your hood up.
Well...
You actually didn't care.
...
The bus is late. You look down the empty streets. There's a slight mist over the black tar, causing the scene to look blurry, unreal. Suddenly, streetlights flicker on, and you groan mentally. Was it that late already? The bus driver must've forgot to come to this part of the town. You should start walking then...
You turn on your heel and start walking to the right, glancing down to the side to see a small river running by the sidewalk. You pull your attention away from it briefly to avoid a signpost, mumbling under your breath about being careless. But your attention was soon brought back to the mini river, watching as a brown leaf got caught in the current--before dropping down into the street drain.
You stop and stare for a moment, looking at the deep darkness of the drain. Something creeps at the edge of your mind, but you shake your head, sending a small spray of water around yourself--much like a dog. You continue your trek down the sidewalk and sigh softly, humming a small tune. Maybe it was the tune in your head that did it, but a smile formed on your face, and you hopped into a few puddles.
A few more minutes of this passes by before you raise your gaze up from the puddles and freeze, causing your feet to slide on the concrete for a moment--just a moment. There's....there's a figure, standing in the distance. They seem to be facing you. Rain drops stream down your face, but you don't bother wiping the water away--you were soaked anyways...
The figure...slowly raises a hand and waves. You stare for a moment before slowly raising a hand back, waving back, slowing in your walk. It's a vast distance between you two, but you somehow manage to see the bright smile on the figure's face. Their teeth is pearly white and...oh...are those...fangs? You come to a complete halt, a little unsure about approaching the other.
The figure seems to notice and ducks their head down, rubbing the back of their neck--well, the back of their hood since it was up at the moment. You hadn't expected the other to do anything more, but they spoke. Now, their voice wasn't beautiful or scratchy. It quite reminded you of your own voice, something in between the good and the bad.
"Heh, don't be afraid...please...?"
They sounded so unsure, so scared, that you felt your heart tremble. You had heard that tone before. It had come from your own mouth many times. So, you take a deep breath and smile, stepping forward.
"Sorry," You reply. "I was just a bit startled."
The stranger seemed surprised--by what, you couldn't understand--before smiling warmly. Upon getting closer to the newcomer, you see that they are also wearing a simple jacket, colors drab like your own. You incline your head at them, tilting your head back slightly. They are tall, much taller than you had expected, but you feel that they won't cause you any harm, so you smile back.
"Say, what are you doing in the rain? I'm sure you saw the news this morning..."
The other seemed bashful, rubbing the back of their head again.
