Jan 24, 2015
bestassassin
His skin was darker than hers and yet his eyes were so big. She knew not what to make of it, other than to look away and try to mind her own business. And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for the sudden rattling of some horrifying monster that broke up the roads. She threw her hands over her ears and stumbled back, hoping that the man who had been possessed by that twisted fiend wouldn't come near her.
Why were there so many cones on the streets, all as bright as fruit?
