Your OC is being stalked by the one above :^0

    Jak slithered down the alley, going deeper and deeper into the back streets of its new territory. It had no real destination in mind. It was new to this city, it still had to explore all its niche spots. So for now it just wandered, enjoying itself.  

    Jak stepped and heard the faintest tap behind it followed by a light "shit". 

    It went perfectly still. For a second the world was quiet before it giggled with the voices of an old man and small girl. 

     It turned. 

    "Hello?" Jak asked, it's voice was the little girl's again. Nothing answered but Jak could feel a tension in the air. "Hellooo?" This time it had a woman's voice. "Hello? Please come out, I'm scared. Please?" It walked slowly as it spoke. All the while Jak's power stretched out, sliver thin streams of black formed from the back of Jak's shoes and rode up the walls. The streams trickled into every nook in the alley. One branch brushed against a creature larger than a rat and Jak's power went off.  A wall of limbs ruptured from the tiny thread, slamming Jak's follower into the center of the alley.  There was a shriek of shock and a body sprawled out a few feet away from Jak. The wall of limbs quickly redacted. A tiny white poncho hid most of the follower's form before the head snapped up to look up. 

    Jak was looking down at a long-eared, black rabbit. Jak smiled, but it was too wide, going well into its cheeks, seemingly breaking Jak's skull. "Oh, hello." Jak's voice returned to normal. The voice of a man and woman talking in tandem.

    It crouched to be at eye-level with the rabbit. The creature scowled as it pushed itself back. "S-stay the hell away from me!" The rabbit warned. The voice was gruff, like it had macho to it despite it being very obviously female. Jak tilted its head and hopped forward. "You were following me and now you don't want to see me?" Its eyes lit up. "Oh! I know!" In a blink of an eye Jak's head had changed from a human's to that of a rabbit. 

     It messed up the number of eyes, but what else was new. 

    And it still had that skull defying smile. "That better?" Jak asked. The little rabbit seemed too stunned to respond. For a second she just stared at Jak. It stared back with all eight of its eyes. "You were following me." Jak eventually said. 

    "S-stalking you." The rabbit tried to correct, her voice was numb. Jak just shook its head. "Stalking implies predator and prey. And you, little rabbit are not a predator." Jak bounced it's palms against its knees excitedly. "I wanna know why you followed me though! We'll make a game out of it, do you like games?" The rabbit hesitated before nodding. "How... how do we play?" She asked. 

    "Simple." Jak leaned back and sat on the ground. "We talk first. Learn about each other. I learn what why you followed me and you learn what ever you wanted to learn by following me." Jak waved a hand in the air vaguely, as if that last part didn't matter. 

    "Then what?" 

    Jak leaned forward. "Then." Its voices said. "If I like your reason, I give you a head start." 

    "Head start on what?"

     Jak's eyes glinted. "Running."

Robi was strolling casually down the street, hoping to find his cruiser after the visit to one of his branches when he feels the ever crawling feeling that he was being watched. He looked over his shoulder to see anyone giving him a look. Even if Cress was quick to avoid his quick glances, Robi grew ever more conspicious around the activity gathering behind him.

He slowly quickens the pace and gathers some thoughts. "Someone is definitely following me..." He brings his attention if he could snap up something quick and he had the means to do it. He goes on his wristpad and speaks to it, inaudible to his pursuer, and proceeds to go down an alleyway, hoping to shake off his follower; Even if he does, he would've organised some of his automated drones to launch a surprise ambush; No one likes armed robots now do they?

When cress inevitable rounds the corner, the alley was empty...did his pursuee vanish like a ghost? Surely it was giving off an off vibe...

( I LOVE ff IX, one of the best PlayStation games °^° )

Havoc just got out from the little bar she worked in, with a plastic bag in one of her hands and a bright smile on her face she proceeded to walk down the usual path to go back at her apartment.

She wasn't afraid of the dark or anything like that, well, she was a demon. Usually she just pulled out her horns and tail, that alone worked to scare off unwanted attention.

Havoc sighed and took out from the bag a little chocolate covered donut which she took a big bite at.

It was just when she was about to go out of an alleyway that she heard a sound behind her. She stopped as her nose moved slightly, indeed she could smell a weird scent. Another person was following her.

She puffed out her cheecks bothered by the situation and swiftly turned around, however she couldn't spot anyone, they were good at hiding it seemed.

Resuming her walk she still could hear more careful steps following her, they tried to cover them but for a demon sounds and smells were easy to detect.

She raised an eyebrow and turned a corner softly pressing her back to the wall as she slowed down her breath, long seconds passed and when the stalker walked in front of her she swiftly jumped on him.

"Well well well, blondie... what the hell are doing?!" She said with venom in her voice as her horns and tail made themselves visible, the last one flickered behind her.

At the silence of Robi which still was beneath her she growled showing her sharp teeth.

"Listen, I don't care if you want to follow me, but if you want a nice slap on your face you just have to ask." She mumbled getting quickly up as he started to oppose resistance.

YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE" She ultimately yelled as she sprinted deeper into the alleyway going out in the main street, proceeding then to hide in a small supermarket where she waited a few minutes to be sure that he didn't follow her.

Sawyer, being the creep he is, sneaks through the city, relying on distant streetlights for guidance. He’s searching for someone.. another victim for his torture table. As quietly as possible, he stalks through an alley he’d stepped through multiple times before, but this time something felt strange. 

Taking caution after hearing an unexpected tap, he makes a move to hide behind a corner of a connecting alley. However, as he turns, he hears the small gasp of surprise from the pink-haired Havoc, who had chosen to take a new route home. Cursing inwardly, Sawyer straightens and puts on a sly attitude.

“Ah... hello little lady, why’re you out here, hm? Don’t you know it’s dangerous to sneak through strange alleys at this time a’night?” A muffled laugh can be heard from his mask, and the girl freezes for a moment.

Sawyer steps forward slowly, reaching for his pocket and looming over the girl. Before he can do anything, however, the stranger reveals her horns and tail. This confuses the man for a split second that barely allows Havoc to bolt in the direction she came from. She just makes it out of the stalker’s range, but not without getting a nasty scrape from the syringe he holds.

Sawyer huffs a frustrated breath as she escapes. Now he’s upset. Should he take the chance and follow her.......? Yes, this chase calls...

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Cries writing is so fun :,)

Roswell knew the rhythm of the city he lived in all those years. He was familiar with the sound of rats scattering around, the soft ticking of rain against the rooftops. Roswell knew his own footprints like he knew his own heartbeat. But tonight, something was off. Something foreign seeped itself into this endless song his city sang to him every night. Roswell could hear it, it was subtle, strange.
An extra set of footprints that tried to mimic Roswell's. It was subtle, almost to subtle to notice but Roswell knew.
It made him shiver.
There was someone out there, there was someone.. Hunting him. Somebody, who knew how to hunt.
Unconsciously Roswell searched for one of his throwing knives. Knowing that the blasted things wouldn't save him when things went dire. But somehow it felt save to feel the metal press against his thumb.
Restlessly Roswell peeked over his shoulder. Glared into the darkness of the city, hoping to find a glimpse of his persuader. But non, until...There. A flash of green. One dog like ear, the other was torn of. It was a beast of a man, white fur covered its body. Light reflected in the glass of the creature's mask and Roswell's heart skipped a beat of two. He did not know what this man was. He did not know, in what kind of danger he ensnared himself. But there was one thing Roswell knew. He was not gonna end up being that thing's 'toy'.

Another day, another successful day of murdering for Agares. A couple construction workers blood now sat on the knife he casually twirled around his fingers. Agares almost giggled in glee at the scene he left. A very cryptic message, the whole room torn up, body parts here and there! Of course, he was now walking through the darker, less lit parts of the city so as to not be seen in his mask walking around in the main streets.

Agares might not noticed the faint sounds, had he not taken a break from humming to catch his breath. He stopped, hearing nothing. He continued walking for a couple steps, before suddenly halting. He heard a single footstep, all he needed to confirm that someone was indeed following him.

He whirled around, pointing the knife blade out and bracing for someone to be there. At first, in his line of sight Agares saw nothing. Then, a figure much larger then him stepped out of the shadows. He didn't recognize the impressively large being as neither human nor demon, but as an abominable in between of some sort.

"Why, hello there." Agares spoke. He felt the slightest bit of happiness to see that the beast was taken aback for a split second by a voice deeper then any human could conjure up. "I saw that you were following me. Say, we're you looking for Christopher?" The posture of the figure indicated that it hadn't expected Agares to be in control, and he loved that fact. "Well, I'm here. And if you tell me why you are trying to follow me, you might get the chance for me to let go of this whole incident and walk away." 

Agares knew this wasn't true. Whoever this thing was, he was going to make sure that he knew never to mess with him again. Never, ever again.

It was an especially cold day today, especially considering that it should have been spring. Nighttime settled over the city, and Chase hurriedly walked to his house while tugging at his scarf to keep him warm. He paused to gaze up at the street lamp besides him. Something felt off.
When he turned, he was greeted with a green being. According to her, she had to keep monsters outside of reality. So then... why was she after him? Eyes narrowing, Chase took a step backwards, his hand slipping into his pocket and tightly gripping the pocket watch hidden inside.

It was a peaceful night and after a long day of running around and hanging out with friends, Alistair was ready to go back home. He stretched one of his arms making the bones pop loudly as he walked into the dark alleway.

"Oh god, I just wanna go home and lay down a bit" he mumbled yawning in the middle of the sentence. It was then that he heard pawed footsteps that seemingly followed his, his tail moved anxiously behind him hitting a trashcan that crashed on the floor.

Jumping slightly for the noise he turned around and picked up the noisy object, it was then that he actually felt something grabbing his leg.

He gazed down at... a calico cat? Well, his brother loved cats but he didn't really get along with them. He had the ears of an African Dog and he could even turn in one of them, obviously bigger and stronger.

"Ehy lil' thing what are you doing out here?" He asked as he picked up the cat from the scruff gazing at him with his third eye. The animal clearly was in discomfort as his tail puffed up and a loud meowing escaped from his tiny muzzle. The cat didn't seem like a stray, but  then why did he follow Alistair?

The man's own tail curled up and he placed his free hand on his waist carefully holding the cat in his other one. He huffed as he felt the cat moving around and as he softened his hold, Enigma jumped up scratching him on the face.
"AH! You bloody cat" Alistair growled as he watched Enigma darting out of the alleway.
Turning around he started to resume his walk, when he heard another pawed step behind him, he turned around pressing his ears at the sides of his head.
"What do you want?!" He growled as he jumped foward, hands open to try and catch the cat, but with a simple jump to the side Enigma dodged the attack making Alistair crash against the nearby wall.
He stood up with both of his hands on his bloody nose as he glared at the cat.
"You piece of... you... COME HERE!" With a dash he started to run after the cat going aaround in circles as Enigma only let out a soft meow.
It was then that he cornered the cat against a wall chuckling lightly as a malicious smile appeared on his face.
"Kitty kitty, come here" he whispered in an honey covered voice as he slowly advanced. He run foward one again to catch the cat however with a swift jump Enigma dodged the attack once more by jumping on his head. Unfortunately for Alistair his horns got caught in the wall and with a screech he tried to free himself.
Enigma approached him with a slow pace and grabbed a candy bar from the man's hoodie pocket, running then out of the alleyway.
"....Ok,now I hate cats" Alistair said as he slumped down with his horns still stuck in the wall. Ah, it was going to be a long night. Evil cat stalker? Let's not meet again.

( sorry if I controlled a bit your character ^^" )

Joey sniffed about the alleyway as usual. Shoving over trash cans and eating scraps that the humans left alone. She paused when she heard the extra footsteps. She didn't mind, that's what happens when you are different from those who exist in a reality. After some time she noticed that whoever this was didn't smell quite right.

"I can hear and smell ya what do ya want?"

The horned humanoid did not answer. Whatever, she continued about her day startling humans for fun, running with animals, riding on cars and napping in roadways(much to the dismay of the drivers). Animal control arrived to pull her out of a Subway station.  why not play with them a bit? She decided to throw them into the train. She stopped to look for the figure. yep, still there.

"I will play with you later. I am tired right now."

with that she Jumped back to the reality she spent the most time in.

Katharos had always been pursued by people, be it hidden or visible. He was about to think that this feeling was nothing new, and he could just run off from his pursuer, as usual.

As his pursuer seems to draw closer to him, he could hear wings flapping. What does his pursuer have to offer? The very thought of his pursuer being beyond human sent chills to his spine, obviously cowering.

"UUUwwwWaaaAAAAAAGH!! F-Father, I'm sorry! Just don't send monsters!" He mistook the situation, thinking that his father, the Raging Deity, has sent a monster to damn him for going against his will and damn him. "I... really enjoy this life I had!! Please don't take me away...! Uuuu..."