We have established that Inkubus does not have a job- but do you know what else that means? Other then not having a place to live??
... that menace has got free time up the wazoo. Free time.
So Imagine that he falls for you, but you're sensible and so you're not giving him the time of day.
And this man becomes the most Unhinged Stalker possible.
By Unhinged, I don't actually mean scary. I mean ridiculous. Virtually he becomes Bugs Bunny. Listen-
You manage to get an appointment with your GP and you get there and there's fucking Inkubus, in a white coat perusing your private medical history like its a particularly interesting monthly horoscope. You: *Snatches your papers off him*
You go to your local police station to pay a fine, and you're walking with a receptionist past the cell and there's fucking Inkubus; behind bars, dishevelled-looking in an annoyingly handsome way appearing for all the world to be a commen drunk. You: If I do not look at it, it doesn't exist. If I do not see it, it doesnt-
You go grocery shopping and start to put all your stuff on the conveyer belt before you see your cashier and there's fucking Inkubus; he's got your grapes hostage, and a scanner. You: =_=
You go to your door excited to accept a package from your amazon delivery person and there's fucking Inkubus! You: What did you do with Bob!?
You go to your kitchen at night for a midnight snack, your eyes still blurry, and oh yep there he is. You: Make yourself useful and get me a poptart, you freak of nature.
How long until you resign yourself to the fact you have a stray demon now?
