I trudge down the alleyway, sulking. Water drips off the roofs and pipes and walls that are surrounding me.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The drips are somewhat soothing and they put my mind at ease. This alley has been my home for a while now. More specifically, the little unexplained pocket inside of the wall. I move slowly across the pavement and step lightly over the mini stream, as I like to call it.
The mini stream is actually a small embankment running down the middle of the alley which carries sewage down to a drain. The gutter below is actually quite roomy - the smell is the only thing that puts me off. It reeks of dead rats and rotting sewage and it has no way for the stuffy air to escape, except through a few occasional drains.
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I reach my little crevice in the bridge and immediately go to my food box. I'm on my last croissant and a pear. I can't fail tomorrow. I decide to take a risk and go for both the croissant and the pear, and they are both gone in seconds. I'm just about to curl up inbetween my few blankets, when I see a piece of paper.
My heart jumps.
Did they find me?
No.
Impossible.
I timidly reach for the letter. I drop it. Damn. I pick it up agin. I drop it agin. God, what is up with me? I pick it up again, determination rising. This time, i have a hard grasp of it.
Slowly, I turn around the envelope. The address read:
Miss Y/N Frowning
Wait. Who is Y/N Frowning? Not me, that's for sure. I guess she just has the same first name as me. Better put this in the postbox tomorrow. Or I could... Read it? It's not like I have anything to lose. Nobody knows I exist, do they?
Obliging to my curiosity, I go to open it. Just as I do, a huge, brown tawny owl swoops into my little wall pocket and snatches the letter right from my hand. I'm literally in so much shock that I dont even try to get it back. I just watch helplessly as the letter it swooped away from me and over a tall building.
A few seconds later, the very same owl comes back, soaring down to meet me. It doesn't have the letter. By now, I'm kinda weirded out.
What the hell is going on?
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FanfictionIf you wanna know what it's about, read it! It isn't exactly gonna kill you. 😜 WARNING: May contain smuts. The smut warning word is nuts; so every time smut is gonna happen I will discreetly put in the word nuts. Let's see if somebody hadn't read t...
