Sunny Hills

//So this is a prompt I wrote and I'm going to turn it into a story!//

PROMPT

She was walking down the street, checking her phone, when someone with delicate, presumably a woman's, hands, grabbed her and covered her mouth. The woman then whispered in her ear, with an almost angelic voice, "I'm sorry about this" and knocked her out with some sort of drug.

STORY

Ali was a normal girl- at least she thought she was. She grew up in a seemingly normal town with a seemingly normal life. What she didn't know was that her town was anything but normal. She thought that people getting lost in small places like cafés was normal. There was something off about her town- and the people in it. She grew up with one close friend, named Ali as well. Because in her town, the only friend you could have was that one random duplicate of you. The rules there were simple- live here and be happy (or at least pretend to be) or don't live at all. Because the Council would 'remove' you from your home (and your life) if you weren't happy. Ali thought this was normal. Thousands of people went missing every few days and she knew why. They came to her town.

Now you may be thinking "what kind of demonic town is this?" But it was actually quite normal. There were some small businesses, some big businesses, restaurants, fast food places, everything you'd expect to find in a town. The people there were nice, too. They smiled a lot, waved, said hi, etc. And this town had a normal name- Sunny Hills.