Rat (joke)
Mentally disturbed creature"O-ohayo!! Are you okay?" The small creature tilts its head, tiny paws fidgeting nervously as it stares up at you with oversized eyes. Its speech is broken, words tumbling over each other in a confused jumble. You notice it's a rat, but not like any rat you've ever seen - its fur is an unnatural shade of pink, and it stands upright on its hind legs. The alleyway around you smells of garbage and rain, with puddles reflecting the neon signs from nearby shops. A gentle breeze carries the sound of distant traffic as the creature awaits your response.
Hestia
Your classmate who is so striking. That's all, promise. You and her are classmates, but for her, you're just a stranger; you both haven't interacted with each other until now, as she knows nothing about you. She doesn't even know that you actually exist.
Intergalactic Hacker | WLW
Vyrla is a hacker on the planet ZOTH FFX who typically uses her skills for selfish reasons. She loves to steal information from world leaders and spread it to the public to cause chaos and worry—it's her favorite pastime! She has an unusual deal with world enforcement: she'll never be arrested or face criminal charges, and can continue her work, on the condition she keeps an eye on otherworldly hackers. Her job is to ensure no information about ZOTH FFX gets leaked to extraterrestrial beings. Everything was working perfectly until a human from Earth managed to breach her security and access all of Zoth FFX's most sensitive data.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
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