(I'm new to this, so don't expect much) You were in your early twenties. You still are, but you feel much older. You worked in a humble coffee shop, it was all yours. You always have a scent of French vanilla on you, no matter how hard you try to clean out the smell. Anyways, The monsters from the underground had... resurfaced... get it? (God that was lame) Where was I? Oh, yeah. The monsters had been set free. You didn't mind them, some even came to your coffee shop. They seemed to enjoy it there. And soon enough, monsters were your only customers. The humans that went to your coffee shop hated them, so they left. You didn't mind that either, the monsters were better than humans anyway. The monsters even tipped you, something humans did not do. The monsters were more gentle than humans could ever be. You loved your little coffee shop. It wasn't much, but it was perfect. It was simple... (This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy) (Cover doesn't belong to me, but I did edit it) (I do not own any of the characters that this story mentions)
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