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It was strange to find the injured fox as you did. Injured and barely breathing  at the entrance of the park you visit regularly when you want time for yourself. You felt very conflicted, your apartment didn't allow animals but the fox clearly needed help. After a few moments of staring at the poor thing helplessly and pleadingly staring at you, you decided to gently lift the fox and carry it back to your apartment. The landlady liked you, right? You felt the need to calm it so you introduced yourself and said, “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna patch you up and help you be on your way in no time.” You didn't know why

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar voice asked. Startled by the new voice you quickly turn around to see where the source of it was. In the lake with you was a tan man with shimmering emerald eyes that shone brightly with the moon and chocolaty brown hair. He was honestly a breath-taking person. Wait, get back on track! “Chica…?” The man questioned after not receiving a response. Oh man, he was Spanish too. He started to move closer. That's when you saw it. A tail. A gleamy, scaly, golden fish tail. Seeing the shock in your eyes before it even hit your mind, The fish-man thing swam quickly to you and hastily co

Your opened the box and gasped at what was inside. It was a Switzerland hetaloid. You could barely hold back the smile forming on your lips. In fact you didn’t even hide it, a wide, joy-filled smile graced your features. You thanked your parents profusely, not hiding the excitement and joy from the present they have given you. Afterwards, you opened the rest of your presents from your friends and sliced your cake. After that all your friends started to filtering out one by one. The last to leave were your parents. “Are you sure you’re okay on your own?” Your father asks, placing a hand on your shoulder making eye c

There he was, surrounded by a flock of swooning fangirls. This wasn't an unnatural sight, in fact, this happened daily. So much so, that it earned him the expected glare from the jealous boys. You were never close with Sakamoto, nor was he close to even knowing you. The glasses wearing male would never look your way given how indifferent he was with the ones gushing over him daily anyways. You huff and look out the window seeing Sakamoto participate in gym class, outrunning everyone as usual. “(L/n)!” Your teacher called with irritation evident in their voice. “Would you like to tell me what we were just talking about?R

You opened the box, and gasp at what’s inside. It was an Iceland Hetaloid! You were so excited you almost squealed. You couldn’t believe it, you’re parents actually bought you a Hetaloid! “Thank you so much!” You squealed to your parents as you hugged them tightly, to which they returned the hug and smiled softly towards you. As time went on and the party progressed, people started to leave. You’re parent’s were the last to depart, and when they did, they said good-bye and gave quick pecks to your cheeks. Then, you were alone in your own house with your unactivated Hetaloid. You walk over to the b

The fatalism that goes around in circles. Wherever it leads us. Let's dance with me. A prisoner of love and desire who is obsessed with insane love. A woman who has no luck is crying in front of luxury coffin. They say that a man who loved by you will be cursed and end up dead. I will hold your skinny fragile hand while you're weeping. Let a gentle prince comfort you. Do you want to forget? I see... then why don't you ask me for more? Drown in corrupt grief… Go around and around. Wherever the fatalism leads us. In the marrow of my desire, I suck it dry till there's nothing left. Let's dance while chained in prison of insane love. Ro

Boy L opened the door And found cold, rotting scrap garbage "Even I'm the same," he mutters And again closes the door The bread that girl was holding seemed delicious So I threatened to hit her and made it my own This country is kind and protects futures So they'll forgive killing because I'm just a child, right? When loitering around town at night I grasp onto a sweet butterfly After being touched harshly It can bite back and run away The words coming out these dry mouths Know nothing of the future Our hearts and bodies are both frozen With vacant eyes, we're Chilledren Left alone and neglected in refrigerator, we're Chilledren We play,

“Are you alright?” A voice asked. Though it sounded more annoyed than worried. You turned around and could not believe what you saw. There was a guy… no, a guy with a fish tail instead of legs. You tensed up at your discovery. noticing this, the fishman has moved to you quickly covering your mouth roughly. “Don’t you fucking dare.” he said menacingly which shocked you considering he was just asking if you were alright. You relaxed after a little bit, but his hand was still placed on your mouth. A plan came into mind, causing a smirk to etch onto your face. “EEWW!! WHY THE HELL DID YOU LICK MY HA

Everything was so dull. The world was a mix of white, grey, and black outlines. Nothing outstanding, just blobs of nothingness. Your mother kept telling how excited she was for you to see the world in its full beauty, and would  always set you up on play dates with the oter children, boys and girls alike, just to get you to see the world in full glory, but  to no avail. Schools did teach color, but it was a very tough subject. Though some kids gained the ability to see color by meeting "the one they're meant for" but never to you. Now here you are 27 years old and living in New York because of a stupid job transfer. To make it worse, it was