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

IspeltEclipsewrong . Hope ya don't mind me doing this right after you haha))

Vincent hadn't noticed at first. Hadn't noticed the way she almost always seemed to know where he was or what he was doing.

He'd chalked it up to coincidence the first time. And the second, and the third. On the fourth time the woman had greeted Vincent on his way to work, he'd realised something was off. He told people at the lab not to tell her where he was, and not to let her into his lab. He started getting nervous, something that rarely, if at all, happened to him. He didn't want to go out of his house, in fear of the strange woman coming up to him again. However, one of the new interns had noticed the change in Vincent's behaviour, and had cornered him in his lab, until he told her what had been happening recently. She'd given him a smack on the arm and a good talking to for not telling anyone, to his surprise. She told him to confront the woman if possible, in a crowded area, which was important.

When he noticed the woman on his way to work the next day, he gathered up his courage, and marched over to the woman, putting a friendly smile on his face, so to stop anyone around from getting the...right idea. "Hey! It's great to see you again! How are you?" He asked, linking his arm with hers and pulling her off side into the alley, where he pushed her against the wall. "You've been following me." He snarled lowly. "What do you want? Money? My research?...Me?" He asked, his confidence slowly ebbing away when the woman only stared at him. "Leave me the hell alone, you freaky bitch." He snarled, stepping back, and marching out of the alley, leaving the woman alone.

Note to the person below: Alias, if you want him to speak, has a monotone voice, and he sounds very distant. He also never blinks. Ever.

It was late, probably close to midnight if Chance were to guess. The streets of the city still had a fair amount of traffic, and more than a few people out and about on the sidewalk. This wasn't unusual in the slightest, and was strangely comforting to the ghost. They hummed softly to themselves as they stepped out of the convenience store, a small bag in hand. It was a beautiful night outside(though most would consider it cold), and they were going to take their time to get home. Their boyfriend wouldn't mind if they were a little late, they were sure. Laughing to themselves, watching as their breath fogged the air, they turned the corner, making their way towards their apartment.

As they continued on their way home, they noted that there were fewer and fewer people out, and even the streets seemed quiet. This didn't bother Chance too much as they continued to walk, their own footsteps echoing faintly down the street, until they turned abruptly down an alleyway, seemingly out of the blue. They smiled to themselves as a suspicion became clear to them. The soft telltale tap behind them gave the other person away, and Chance took a few more steps forward before turning to face their would-be stalker.

"Well, hello there!" They chirped, smiling as they looked at Alias. "Lovely night, isn't it?" Their red eyes met the other's unblinking ones. Some would probably find them unsettling, though it didn't seem to phase Chance in the slightest. Despite the question however, Chance didn't give the man a chance to respond. Their smile widened as their hand drifted to their side, reaching for the knife kept at their belt.

"So, why have you been following me, hm? Not sure what interest I could be to someone like you-- though I can't imagine you have peaceful intentions in mind, with those." The teen gestured to the gauntlets with their free hand. "I don't think it'd be very smart to pick a fight with me, though. I mean, I'm just a kid, it'd look bad if someone saw you picking on me."  If Alias tried to escalate things, Chance would be more than happy to fight back, but for now, they seemed content to leave, if the taller man didn't stop them.

There was something very off today. Roswell knew these streets like the back of his hands. He was accustomed to the long dragged shadows created by the vivid street light. Roswell knew where to hide and how to do it, but he still felt watched. The street was oddly quiet for a normal afternoon which made the density of Roswell's paranoia grow. He walked. He crept. He climbed and still, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Of being heard, or seen, being chased. Even as he so desperately tried to blend in with his so familiar surroundings. 

With his hand resting on his dagger, Roswell slowed his pace. His eye scanning the familiar back alley. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as he saw it. A glimpse, a hint of light reflecting on something metal. Maybe a gun, maybe a knife. But Roswell was certain. Someone was actually watching him. Someone with a weapon.

All it took was a quick glance, in a side alley of the one he was standing in.  Roswell was being followed, he was being hunted. Roswell's heart skipped a beat. He'd had stalked people himself but he had never had been the 'pray' before. Uncertain of what to do, Roswell decided to approach it. Carefully. His hand wrapped around the dagger. "Oi know yer there, " he bluffed. Not entirely sure if he just made this all up, "yer can come out of hidin' now, so we can chatter!" He laughed at the abandoned alley, feeling a bit foolish while doing so, "no need for creepin' believe me." 

A teen crept out the shadows. Also with a knife in their hand. Their red, unnatural eyes pinned on Roswell. No emotion crept over their face, no anger no shame. Uneased, Roswell backed a bit up, cocked his head as he eyed his stalker. It wasn't one of his Rats, for certain. So what was it that the youngling wanted from him. Needed from him. "Yer lost kid?" He taunted with fabricated braveness, "Oi can get yer to moms and paps if yer decide not to ter ram that curry knoive in me chest." 

Vincent didn't like it when he was followed. Sure, if it was one time, it could be chalked up to coincidence, maybe the two were going the same direction. But when it happened every day, every week, for three months, from his house to work, and from his work to his house, that's when it got concerning.

Vincent stayed at work longer, actually socialised with his coworkers, if only to minimise the chance his stalker would wait for him to leave. But he did. The taller man wasn't physically intimidating; no, it wasn't that, what scared Vincent was the man's calculated footsteps, the way he knew to duck out of sight whenever he turned his head, the way he easily kept pace with Vincent's fast walking. How he got closer and closer to him every day, how he stopped just outside his house when he entered, and stayed there for longer than necessary, watching Vincent as he locked his door and bolted for his study.

Vincent knew that, logically, the man really couldn't do much to him if he was on his own, unless he had a gun. And, Vincent wasn't concerned about that, though, as the man would have simply killed or kidnapped him if he had one on him. Vincent may have been an inch or two shorter, but he was well built, and fully trained in self defence and brazilian Jiu Jitsu. With this aiding his confidence, one night, after he locked up and left the lab, he didn't wait for the man to follow him from the back of a darkened alley. He slunk into the alley, spotting the dark silhouette of the man, with his back turned to him. "What do you want from me?" He asked harshly. His voice was soft yet harsh, not wanting to annoy the stranger, but not wanting the man to think him as an easy target. "People get bored of following me eventually. But not you. Why's that? Do I have something you want? Is it my research? Money? Or do you simply want to torment me?" After a brief pause, he snarled, punching one of the windows close to the ground, shattering it unintentionally. "Answer me, damn it!" Vincent growled, grimacing as the pain settled in his fist, a dull, aching throb taking it's place. "Please. I just want my life to go back to normal."

Scourge was heading back to his cave after a long day of hunting, when suddenly he felt the presence of being watched. He tried to just ignore it, but then he heard a twig snap behind him. He quickly turned around to what appeared to be a teenage boy with cats ears. Scourge was kinda surprised because this wasn't just a normal kid, he was a neko. Scourge glared at Troy before throwing a nasty comment at him.

"Listen hear ya...Kid! Get outta my forest now and go back home where ya can watch Sesame Street safely!" He snarled before turning to leave. 

"Stupid teenagers," He said as he walked away. But the adorable and curious neko followed him anyways. Scourge turned around again to see that Troy was still there, looking up at Scourge with a wide smile.

"...S-seriously. Whaddya want from me? I said beat it!" There was an awkward silence as these two just stared at each other for a solid three minutes.

"Why are you still here? This is gettin' a little creepy. Go away!" As Scourge went to continue his journey home, he could still hear Troy following him. 

"..... STOP IT YA LITTLE JERK! YOU'RE FREAKIN' ME OUT!!!" Scourge was practically sweating bullets at this point. Troy really did creep him out. Scourge ended up running off as fast as he could to his cave. And now whenever he leaves to go hunting, he gets the feeling that he's being watched. By an innocent, little neko. 

Nukala was out doing his nightly duties.  He wandered out into the deepest hours of the night when most chose to slumber.  He quietly walked along the streets, waving his hand into the air, enchanting the night's residents with deep dreams.  Though something felt... off. He couldn't quite put his finger on what, but something about the night felt unnerving.  He continued with his dream making while trying to ignore the small, yet nagging feeling. It was probably nothing.  

As he finished passing dreams into the small town he visited, he began trotting out of the city limits.  He wandered into a patch of nearby woods to begin his magic ritual home, but he had much difficulty in doing so.  That unnerving feeling was still present... he felt too nervous to focus on his magic.  He definitely felt like something was watching him.  Who or what? He stood still and silent, adjusting his ears to the smallest of sounds.  Nothing... he must have just been imagining things.  With a small sigh, he raised his hands which glowed a faint red, but his heart sank when he heard the snap of a tree branch.  He lost concentration on his spell and jumped as he turned around.

"Show yourself!!" He spoke defensively.  Soon, the stalker revealed himself, albeit unintentionally.  There, deep in the woods staring at Nukala with primal eyes, was a great grizzly, baring teeth which glistened in the moonlight and claws as sharp as blades! His fur was torn and tattered, implying he had seen many battles. He growled lowly...  The mage stared at Scourge with wide eyes, but then sighed.

"Oh, thank goodness it's just someone like YOU." He said with much relief in his voice, as if he were no longer scared of the bear. "What do you want? Venison?" He rolled his eyes and said "Fauns aren't the same as deer, y'know. I heard there's some pretty impressive rapids just east from here. Why don't you go and get yourself some fish to snack on, instead?" He squinted at Scourge. "Or... just go scare someone else, WHATEVER it is you're doing.  I have no time for this."

The man, Vincent, sighed softly. He'd not been sleeping well recently, and that was for HIM. meaning he hadn't slept more than an hour in the recent month each time he tried to sleep. It probably had something to do with the strange hallucinations he'd been having, of a...faun, of all things. He'd been trying his best to ignore the pitter-patter of hooves behind him as he walked to work every morning, tried to ignore it, thinking if he confronted whatever the subject of his hallucinations was, he'd look insane.

On the fifth week this had been happening, Vincent looked, well...awful, to put it lightly. His shoulders were slumped, and he was walking hunched over slightly, as if his back hurt. His eyes were rimmed with dark circles, which, though not unusual for him, they were never as...visible. He could always work at optimal capacity before the hallucinations started, and generally didn't need as much sleep as other people did to work comfortably. But, going on four hours of sleep a month was highly unhealthy. His coworkers were now quite concerned, having seen Vincent fall asleep on the tables when getting coffee in the mornings. His superiors had assigned him a lab assistant due to the worried murmurs of his coworkers. The younger man had forced Vincent to sit a few times due to the tremors in his hands, often causing him to drop glass.

On the first day of the sixth week, Vincent finally snapped. He whirled around, furiously throwing his arms up in the air. "Go away! Leave me alone! Can't you see you're bothering me? I haven't slept properly in WEEKS because of you! What the hell do you want from me you freak?!" He snarled, uncaring whether the people nearby would be concerned for the man with bandaged hands and silver streaks in his hair yelling at the air like it had personally wronged him. Surprisingly, the Faun decided to leave, it's hooves leaving the quietest noise as it turned and left.

Vincent watched it leave, before his shoulders sagged visibly. He sighed heavily, before trudging back to work, feeling like a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

There’s some things Dole just couldn’t do online or at home properly, and going to the doctor was one of them. In theory, he could have a doctor over, but that would require stashing all his computer equipment, and the thought of that made the effort of going out seem much less of an issue. He scratched his soft scales arm in thought, scraping off a few white particles in the process. Blech, Ick. A frequent minor disease in aquarium fish and semi-aquatic losers that sleep in dirty bathtubs.

Dole tried to avoid the crowded city streets the best he could, but there were still little pockets people he’d have to go through in the crowded city. This next one he didn’t leave alone though, as he stepped into an alley to cut through another street he heard the distinct sound of footsteps behind him. He threw a glance over his shoulder at a relatively normal looking man who had entered the alley right after him. A shiver of unease ran up his spine.

‘This isn’t one of your dumbass stories,’ Dole thought to himself, trying to shake off the sinking feeling he had when saw the other guy, hoping that the dude was just doing the same thing he was. He continued between the buildings and stepped out into another busy sidewalk, losing the man in the crowd. Dole never thought he’d be happy to walk into a group of people like that.

This time, despite his self consciousness about having ick and the heavy cloud of social anxiety that came from being such a recluse, Dole stayed with the group of people all the way to the hospital, finally slipping into the cool building with a sigh of relief. He checked in, sat own in the waiting room, and pulled out his phone to pass the time, looking up only when he heard the front door open. His hands went slack from shock, causing the phone to slip out of his fingers and land with a splintering crack on the linoleum floors. He wasn’t even thinking about his phone though, as he watched the man from the alley give him a small wave and sit down across from him.

Jared strolled down the sidewalk while carrying two plastic bags filled with groceries. He didn't usually shop at night, but this was a special case since he didn't have much to eat. As he continued walking, his gaze peered at the sky. A smile began to form on his lips due to the beautiful night sky; he should stargaze more often. The pleasant moment was short-lived, however, when Jared could've sworn he heard the sound of a tin can falling on the ground. As a response, he flinched violently, almost dropping both of his bags. He quickly glanced around and observed his surroundings. That was strange, nothing seemed to be out of place, until his eyes landed on a strange figure far off into the distance. At that moment, Jared froze and felt his back turn cold. Usually, he would've ran away in an instant, but somehow he couldn't move a muscle. Perhaps this was what true fear felt like? His eyes never left the strange figure and started to notice that there was something very odd about him. He appeared to have some sort of an antenna, and his skin....it wasn't normal human skin. Jared rubbed his eyes with his free hand and looked at his stalker once more. He was wearing a normal shirt and a pair of jeans, except the figure wearing them didn't seem so normal at all. Was he one of those aliens Jared read about the other day? The cover of the book was honestly cheesy and he kind of laughed if off...now that he was looking at one (at least he thought he was an alien), he began to feel deep regret. Did this mysterious figure somehow found out about him mocking aliens and came to take revenge? Without a second thought, Jared sped off into the night.

Mortals. 

If she was being frank, she wasn’t supposed to be down here, flirting with the human lifestyle and all that. She was a god—at least a deity of medium power, according to her own chart—and she certainly had better things to do than learn what humans did in their day-to-day life. But humans always would stalk animals, trying to study them for their own strange reasons, so this wouldn’t be that off, right? 

Of course, she felt like the one stalked right now. Human gender: pretty likely male. Human size: taller than I am, and most likely heavier. Human condition: Full-grown but young, probably works out.  Human status: Following me. If she was a mortal, she might have been scared.

Though she really wanted to unleash a full-blown ice storm on the young human, showing him what kind of deity he was messing with, she thought better. It would cause too much of a commotion. Instead, she quickly turned down another street, hoping to show him that she really did not need this kind of thing going on. 

The young human, however, was still catching up to her. She gripped an ice dagger tightly, keeping it stored underneath the cloak that hid her wings, and ready to defend herself. The human stopped a few feet away from her, and stammered, “I-I like your dress!” They stared at each other, Katai’s eyes lidded in disdain and the human’s shifting, until the human ran away with a blush covering half of his face. 

Is this how humans attract others of their kind? Humans are weird.

After another successful spying mission, Zeth began to walk back to the kingdom where his girlfriend resides. He hides a item in his bag and then slings it onto his back. He hums as he glances around the area he walks through. 

He stops humming after hearing the footsteps of a stranger. His eyes look around. He whips back as he hears the footsteps one more time, there was the culprit, a stalker.

“Huh... Even stalkers get stalked, hm?” Zeth says. “Heheh, never thought I’d see the day. Who may you be?” 

Before Katai could even say, Zeth already pulls a knife out.

“Listen, if you’re here cause the guy I stalked then I don’t have time to for that.” Zeth continues. “I ain’t spilling my guts to yo-“ 

Before he could finish, he watches as a ice dagger is summoned right before him. He squeaks. 

“H-Hey! Okay fine! I’m a fire elemental- ice melts to water and then I’ll die!” He says, with his arms out. “Here- Just take it!” He chucks his bag over and then dashes out. 

Like every usual night, Amos would be by the bar, eyeing his surroundings and looking for the next fool who dares to sit next to him. Alas, tonight he wasn't so lucky, not with a thief out on the loose. No one wants their silly little useless currency be stolen so the bar is barely filled with anyone, except for the usual loners and the man on the piano. Amos takes a huge gulp of his drink and decides it best to just head back alone.

Of course, he wasn't alone. He hears soft footsteps on the rocky dirt road and what sounds like a dagger being unsheathed. Amos smiles to himself. He takes a detour from his usual route and him and his stalker to dead end. It's out of sight from anyone else and when Zeth turns, Amos was no longer in front of him. Zeth looked around only to have Amos stand behind him, he's eyes a glow of purple almost hypnotising.

Zeth tried to attack, dashing forward with his dagger. But with a wave of Amos's hand, Zeth suddenly felt heavy. His mind starts to feel a little fuzzy. He's thinking if the floor is moving. Zeth falls to the floor and Amos takes a step to stare down at the man. A sly smile on his face.

"Well now, don't you know better than to test a god?"