moonlitdarlyn
NEXT BUS PLEASE
by Moonlitlines
It was just another late night. A missed ride, a wrong turn, and the quiet hum of the city under flickering streetlights. But something was off.
Something was watching.
He has a face that doesn't fit quite right-like it was borrowed. Like it's slipping. And no matter how fast she runs, how deep she hides, he's always one step behind.
When the bus pulls up, it should be her way out.
Instead, the sign flashes cold and cruel: Next Bus Please.
Trapped between the city and something not quite human, she'll have to figure out what it really wants-before it wears her face next.