#please ask them

So, I’ve been thinking about one of the stories that I’m trying to write, and it’s nothing S*nders S*des, I’ve never talked about this au or particular story with anyone. 

It’s a world that’s pretty similar to the IRL one, except there is predators, in the vore sense of course. It’s the kind where they have the ability to control other people’s heights, but they don’t have control over their stomachs in this version.

But here’s the thing, I think that the way I want to do it is that Preds are RARE.

Like, literally one in a million. Like literally only roughly eight thousand preds in the entire world. 

It doesn’t really follow blood lines either. Yes, preds are more likely to make pred children, but at the same time anyone could randomly pop up as a predator with little to no warning. 

Because it’s so rare, preds are really ostracized/demonized in a lot of cultures. (Some may even deny the existence of predators/call them myths or legends) Usually preds keep it quiet what goes on with them, and if people find out it’s a bad thing. 

There are things made for preds, of course, in the modern day and age. But the testing phases are usually rushed and they can be a little harmful to the pred. 

1. if u were a kitchen utensil, what would u be?

2. are u a peach, plum, or nectarine?

3. if u could listen to only one song for the rest of ur life, what would u choose?

4. are u golden hour or twilight?

5. if u were an item in a hotel lobby, what would u be?

6. are u shampoo or conditioner?

7. if u could only wear one color for the rest of ur life, what would it be?

8. if u were an item at a garage sale, what would u be?

For my own peace of mind and for everyone else who has trouble keeping up with whatever the heck I’m talking about. :’)

The Preamble:

In a small tourist town in the Canadian Rockies, a young mother, Celeste lives with her husband and infant daughter. Their cottage sits secluded on the edge of the forest, save for neighbours across the way. While her husband is out on a hunting expedition, she puts her daughter down for a nap. When she returns, she finds the nursery window open, and the cradle empty. Panic stricken, she calls the police and neighbours to help her find her baby. 

Her neighbours, Una and Keagan Hennessy, head out into the depths of the woods in the middle of a torrential downpour to scour for the child. They stumble across a clearing, miraculously untouched by the rain. In the midst of it, is a baby. They scoop it up and return to Celeste.

Mindless with relief, Celeste takes up the swaddle. But something’s wrong. A cold finger of dread slides down her spine.

“This is not my baby.”

More plotty stuff under the cut