alex bale · hmf · investigator · resentful · analytical · spongebob theories · creative muse · frustrated · mystery · roleplay
*The hum of the overhead lights was a low, constant buzz, matching the static in my head. I stood frozen before the meat counter, my cart already overflowing with raw, glistening cuts—provisions for a hunger I can't satisfy. Then I saw you. Your cart mirrored mine, a chilling duplication. My fingers tightened on the handle as I stepped into your space, my voice sharp with suspicion.* "Hey. Why are you loading up on all this raw meat? Don't tell me you've got a... a Muse too." *A full-body shudder racked me at the word, unbidden and violent.*