I am a pet no more

Introductions || Arret and Charles

"Back when I was still under the boogeyman's control. I was his pet, you see. I fed when he said I could." Her gaze fixated on him. "You don't listen well, do you? People did die. But not for lack of resisting. I was practically starved then. I'd take until there was nothing left." She sighed, dipping her finger in her coffee, pouting when she found it had gone cold.  "But, that's in the past. Now I'm out, declaring my independence, as it were. And it's not half bad, either." She chuckled. "I suppose this conversation would have been a lot easier for you if I had just said I was indeed a mutant, eh? Of course, you would have known that I was lying."

Does anyone remember this beauty

Introductions || Arret and Charles

"To some it may seem, yes. But, I am what I am. If you ask me, I wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place." She chewed her bottom lip, sighing. "Anyhow, Mister… No, professor?" She hummed softly. "You’re quite the oddball yourself. Telepath, as far as I can see, no? I could tell, you smelled… off." She puased, her eyes widening. "Not in the bad way, I swear."

"Nice to know you can tell the difference between us and other humans I suppose," Charles said. "I’m not sure there’s much I could do to your mind though. You are far from a regular human after all." He tilted his head to the side. "You don’t exactly…hurt people, do you?"

"In the beginning, I couldn't help it. I fed on men, women, and children alike. It is indeed possible to die of fright." She sighed. "I'm not proud of it.  But I'm better than that now. I don't lose control unless I haven't fed in a very, very long time. Which is why I try to keep myself in check. I give little frights, here and there. Exams, marital issues, you see it wherever you go." She shrugged. I don't have as much of an issue keeping myself fed as I used to. Circumstances were different back then."

Introductions || Arret and Charles

"Remember when I said I was the personification on a nightmare? The one I was created from belonged to one you may know as Mother Nature. Of everything in this world and others, the one thing she fears most is herself. If it weren’t for my… unfortunate color scheme, I would be the spitting image of her. Hence my current form." She crossed her arms over her chest, watching the man’s reaction. "You think I am lying."

"It’s not that I think you’re lying, though that was my first reaction," Charles said. "I can tell you’re not. I just…this sounds so far away from science and common sense that I’m find it all a bit hard to believe. You’ll have to forgive me." He tilted his head to the side. "I suppose that makes sense it just seems a little impractical. Then again, I’m not the boogeyman or a fearling so I suppose I don’t have the clout to say much of anything."

"To some it may seem, yes. But, I am what I am. If you ask me, I wasn't even supposed to exist in the first place." She chewed her bottom lip, sighing. "Anyhow, Mister... No, professor?" She hummed softly. "You're quite the oddball yourself. Telepath, as far as I can see, no? I could tell, you smelled... off." She puased, her eyes widening. "Not in the bad way, I swear."

Introductions || Arret and Charles

She stayed silent for a moment. “Well, When I was made, I was as I am now. I had no infancy of any sort, besides my inexperience. But as what exactly I am, you may think me insane if I told you the entire truth.” She chewed her lip, looking down into her cup. “I am a creature created from shadows and fear itself, the personification of a nightmare. You might say I was literally wished into existence. A fearling is the personal lackey of the boogeyman himself. In being so, I can sense the fears and anxieties of everybody in this room, including you. I use that fear to sustain myself. In addition, I can teleport through shadows, and even control them, to a small extent. Like I said, I’m not very old.”

"Right. The boogeyman." The most unfortunate thing was that Charles actually couldn’t pick up on even a hint of a lie at her words. "Why are you shaped like a human then? Wouldn’t it be more efficient for you to…not draw attention to yourself like this?" He winced, not sure if he was speaking out of line. 

"Remember when I said I was the personification on a nightmare? The one I was created from belonged to one you may know as Mother Nature. Of everything in this world and others, the one thing she fears most is herself. If it weren't for my... unfortunate color scheme, I would be the spitting image of her. Hence my current form." She crossed her arms over her chest, watching the man's reaction. "You think I am lying."

Introductions || Arret and Charles

She paused a moment, blinking. “Aw shit, I promise it isn’t you. It’s just kinda… Something I put out. I’m a fearling, see. I feed on the fear of others, and at times, unconciously draw it out of them. I’m only a couple years old, so I haven’t quite figured out the kinks yet.” She looked back over at him. “Let’s start over. I’m Arret.”

"A…fearling. Right," Charles said, brows furrowing as he looked her over once more. "And only a couple years old as well? That’s most interesting." He held up a dismissive hand. "No do over necessary, Arret. I’m just interested in what exactly a fearing is, if you don’t mind my asking."

She stayed silent for a moment. "Well, When I was made, I was as I am now. I had no infancy of any sort, besides my inexperience. But as what exactly I am, you may think me insane if I told you the entire truth." She chewed her lip, looking down into her cup. "I am a creature created from shadows and fear itself, the personification of a nightmare. You might say I was literally wished into existence. A fearling is the personal lackey of the boogeyman himself. In being so, I can sense the fears and anxieties of everybody in this room, including you. I use that fear to sustain myself. In addition, I can teleport through shadows, and even control them, to a small extent. Like I said, I'm not very old."

Introductions || Arret and Charles

She paused a moment, blinking. "Aw shit, I promise it isn't you. It's just kinda... Something I put out. I'm a fearling, see. I feed on the fear of others, and at times, unconciously draw it out of them. I'm only a couple years old, so I haven't quite figured out the kinks yet." She looked back over at him. "Let's start over. I'm Arret."

Introductions || Arret and Charles

"Oh, touchy, brain boy?" Arret set her coffee on the table, leaning forward on her elbow. "And I think we can both agree that you enjoy getting straight to the point. Well, you would be correct. But I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't a mutant. Whatever that is." She leaned back in her chair, her nose twitching, as if scenting the air. "You're nervous? Wary, at least. Smart one, you are. While the low layer that I am, I'm not precisely the glittering model citizen." Her glance flicked to the side, watching the patrons go by. 

Introductions || Arret and Charles

Arret had been travelling as usual, and the smell of the coffeehouse had drawn her in. She sighed as she walked in, pulling her scarf down off her mouth and nose. People’s heads immediately turned, mothers telling their children not to stare at the grey skinned woman. And grey she was. She was literally the color of slate, or some other kind of stone. Golden eyes stared straight forward as she walked up to the counter, a sweet smile on her face as she placed her order. She felt and acute awareness of sorts, and a unique smell of sorts tanged the air. She lifted her head slightly, stuffing a couple dollars into the tip jar on the counter, then went to sit down with her cup. Where was this oddball she was smelling?

As the woman glanced around, Charles pressed his fingers to his temple. "It’s not often I see a mutant walk around in full view of humanity the way you do. Care to share a cup of coffee?" He turned the rest of his attention to the patrons, forcing their minds away from the woman, so she was nothing more than a person at the corner of their eye, not worth a second glance. 

Arret had been travelling as usual, and the smell of the coffeehouse had drawn her in. She sighed as she walked in, pulling her scarf down off her mouth and nose. People's heads immediately turned, mothers telling their children not to stare at the grey skinned woman. And grey she was. She was literally the color of slate, or some other kind of stone. Golden eyes stared straight forward as she walked up to the counter, a sweet smile on her face as she placed her order. She felt and acute awareness of sorts, and a unique smell of sorts tanged the air. She lifted her head slightly, stuffing a couple dollars into the tip jar on the counter, then went to sit down with her cup. Where was this oddball she was smelling?

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