Your OC and the above OC run into each other as--

(warning: this went in a really weird direction, sorry in advance lol)

It was 11PM at a Walmart in the middle of nowhere. As Camille pushed her cart through the aisle in search of dishwashing detergent and milk, she realized that she couldn't even remember how she'd gotten here. She then realized that she didn't even have a dishwasher, or a stomach. She stopped in the middle of the aisle to think about this for a hot second.

Taking in her surroundings, she became aware of a distinct change in the overall feeling of the world around her. This store wasn't unfamiliar, but it seemed as if it was almost from an alternate universe. She also noticed that the shelves were completely empty.

Suddenly overcome with a sense of legitimate fear, she started pushing her cart faster. As she rounded a corner, she crashed into another cart that was being pushed by a girl with long, straight black hair. The two of them leaped back in surprise as their carts slammed.

"Sorry," Camille mumbled as she backed her cart up and moved it to the right to avoid another collision. "Actually, I have a quick question. Do you have any idea how you got here?"

The girl brushed herself off and gave Camille a puzzled expression. Her expression faded to one of surprise as she came up with her answer. "Now that you mention it, no, I don't."

Camille's brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh. Well, neither do I. This is weird."

Suddenly, it dawned on her. "Oh no."

"What?" The girl asked.

"I know why we're here. The writer is bored. This is an alternate universe," Camille whispered, feeling a knot in her stomach.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Great, great. So we're stuck here until they stop writing?"

Camille shrugged. "Seems like it. May as well make the most of the situation, right? Can I ask what your name is?"

"My name is Hel. I rule over my universe's version of Hell. And you?"

"I'm Camille. That's such a funny coincidence, because I rule over my universe's version of Hell too!" Camille gave an awkward half-smile.

"Oh, cool. What's your version like?" Hel asked.

Camille frowned. "Dark. Spooky. The plants are pretty cool, there's these flowers that glow in the dark. I miss the sun though."

"Mine's pretty similar. Minus the plants though," Hel added.

"Nice."

They stood in awkward silence for a few moments, running out of common ground to talk about.

"We...uh, have the same hair color? That's cool." Camille glanced around uncomfortably.

"We sure do," Hel replied distractedly.

Camille laughed nervously. "Yep, well, I guess I'll just keep wandering around until this whole ordeal is over. It was nice to meet you, I guess."

"Likewise," said Hel as she pushed her cart away.

(hhh sorry this is so weird I hope it's okay ;_;)

Oh, the shop of the gods. It was gorgeous, colorful, and... jam packed with people.

Touma glanced around, searching for the aisle of incense, trying to find that one scent the Moon Goddess liked so much. There were way too many aisles; some godly servants (or gods themselves) required incredibly specific things for worship/functioning. Touma thought this would be one of the very few times he would lose his mind.

As he lost himself in his thoughts, he suddenly realized his horn had gotten stuck in the cart of someone who looked ridiculously confused and lost.

“Pardon me, Ma’am,” he said calmly, trying to back out of the wires. “Do you know where I could find the incense?”

She seemed a little too shocked to speak, but pointed back toward where he had just come from. With a sigh, Touma turned around, thanking the girl, wandering back past where he had entered.

A strange encounter indeed... Come to think of it, Touma didn’t recognize her. She had to have been a new goddess... But of what? Who worshipped her? How many people? Shaking his head, he continued walking, candles burning brighter than usual. Someday he’d find that incense aisle.

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Apologies to the next person; this guy doesn’t have much info but he does act like a bit of a stuck up noble despite being gentle. Interpret as you will!

Barnaby wandered around the store holding a lobster and a wad of soggy money. Sometimes when it was lucky someone would leave behind a leather thing full of paper. It didn't understand much except for that this paper could be traded for other things at certain places. this time it wanted to "see" everything there was to offer. it was certain that the offerings it was sometimes given were from here. Barnaby followed a mass of scents to an isle filled with candles and soap. ( how can it even smell? it just can.) seafoam candles? lies, they do not smell of seafoam. A bump caused its skull to rotate rapidly. What is that? whatever it was it was pretty and upset. It seemed disgusted by the idea that it touched Barnaby, touched by such a foul rotting thing.

well, excuse me, your highness, we can't all be clean

"what in the name of the gods are you??" Touma asked with a scowl.

a dead marine biologist. also a cat, i think. be glad your horn didn't impale me, you wouldn't want my rotting guts on your pretty self now would you!??

Barnaby didn't understand why it felt upset. perhaps the cat didn't like nobles when he was alive? who even was the cat that Barnaby now controlled? it felt bad as it watched the pretty thing walk away. oh well, it could keep looking for candles and other goodies.

"Oh... Hello there.", Astrum said to the cat she bumped her leg against. 

Barnacle looked up at her. Astrum jumped. She wasn't expecting a skull face. And it's smell was disgusting. The smell of death, and... something she couldn't describe. She didn't come to Earth all that long ago, after all.

Astrum turned her head back to the candy isle. She continued looking for a candy that would appeal to her sensitive diet. 

"Excuse me", the dead cat purred.

Astrum looked down again. "Er... yes?"

"Would you grab me those LemonHeads?"

"O-of course", she said, gagging internally. This smell was getting worse the longer she stood there with him. She dropped them next to the cat-creature, and then hobbled away as fast as her weak pathetic legs would let her.

Scourge was forced to go to the store by his childhood best friend Tao, to buy him some supplies that would help him survive in the woods. Scourge was a bit reluctant to do this at first, but Tao said that there would be a reward of some sort. Soooooo Scourge's curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to get Tao what he needed.

"For some reason that freak wanted..... wait a second." He looks down at the list Tao gave him "He wanted gummy bears??? That's just wrong on so many levels." 

He made his way to the candy isle and there it was. The one thing that could really make Scourge's skin crawl. It was a bag of brightly colored jelly beans. This caused Scourge to jump back and bump into Astrum. 

"AAAHH!- Oh!" He notices the irken. "I'm not sure if I should apologi- wait..." He took another look at her and then realized that it was none other than Astrum. 

"A-Astrum?! What are you doin' here!?" He roared in surprise. 

"Well I was on a normal shopping trip in a normal Earth store until you showed up," Astrum said in an annoyed tone. 

"I thought you were out ice skatin' or somethin'," 

"I'm ice skating tomorrow. I told you this already," She replied while rolling her eyes. "Why are you even here? I thought you didn't like shopping."

"I was er.. forced. kinda." 

Astrum just simply walks away. She didn't really want to be in his presence much today. Probably due to the fact he has been annoying her all day anyways. 

(im going to attempt to revive this thread! XD)

BUMP

Sting wandered through the aisles aimlessly--as he'd have said himself. Really, he was lost, but not ready to admit it, not even to himself. As he stared down the seemingly endless aisle of drinks, he picked up all the cream soda and shoved it in the cart, muttering some very irritated things under his breath.

"Not complaining about the soda but I just wanted to find me some damn ramen," he growled, next shoving the Dr. Pepper in with the cream soda. As he stood back up to continue his "aimless wandering" Sting caught sight of something very... toothy. Or at least it looked like it had a lot of teeth. By the time he could even try to figure it out, the figure was gone, and he was left standing there puzzled like a moron.

After regaining his wits, the dragon continued on his way, trying to follow the path the toothy creature. (will fiNISH LATER)

Normally, when one sees a man walk into a store with disheveled clothing and a paper bag over his head the natural reaction is to be uncomfortable, right? Perhaps terrified? Nervous? Not the workers of  7/11; they were used to Smiley walking around. Did they think that was actually the vicious murderer? No, they just assumed he was either a crazy druggie or someone that idolized Smiley. Regardless, the killer didn't seem to mind. He liked the workers enough, and he always loved products inside 7/11.
"Let's see... Paper bags, paper bags... :)" Smiley wandered down the aisle to find what he needed, looking for kitchen supplies when he noticed a strange thing down the other aisle. Was that a... dragon? Incredible, he was walking like a regular person, and looking for regular food. Smiley tilted his head at Sting. How old was that being? Did dragons age the same way as humans? He just didn't know, there wasn't any information to go on, and he certainly didn't think Google would hold any answers. But that was okay! The dragon seemed to have a sinister grin but it was a smile nonetheless, and it was a beautiful one! Turning around, Smiley perked as he found the pack of paper bags he needed and eagerly made his way to the cashier.

"Paper, please. :)"

"Winnie the Pooh~ Winnie the Pooh~ Hmhmhmhmhmmhmmhmmhmmhmm~!"

Browsing through the local convenience store really was one of life's little pleasures to Kamiko. You had to enjoy the little things when you could, right? That way you could get through life with a smile on your face so easily, because then nothing would be boring or mundane! So taking a quick little trip to the 7/11 to get some craft supplies was always a part of the fun of creating a collage! Because she didn't just have to buy supplies, she could always go home with something for dinner too, or maybe even some cake! How lovely!

It was on one of these particular shopping trips that she saw something rather odd... but kind of funny! Noticing the tall, rather gangly man at the end of the aisle, she noticed immediately the paper bag that he had placed over his face. And if that wasn't out there enough, it had a smile drawn on it too! The sight drew a chuckle from her lips for sure. The man was a stranger to her, obviously, but it was such a funny sight that it almost made her want to approach him! But she really did want to get back to making her collage! She had an assignment due in a few days, so she couldn't start slacking off now!

Well, mister paper bag man, I hope I can see you again some day!

Camerone whistled mindlessly to himself as he slumped over his shopping cart. The hand radio on his belt was bursting with crimes going on nearby, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He did perk slightly when a kidnapping was mentioned, to which he glanced over in the direction of the parking lot before going back to reading the ingredients off a bottle of seasoning.
"Never did like that much pepper," he tsked as he set back the seasoning just as someone reached for it. "Oh! Looking for this?" he beamed while handing the bottle to the little girl. She was a very happy-looking woman, possibly a high school student? Her outfit was especially interesting, from those knee high socks to that hair. Definitely gave off an artist vibe.
His smile widening, Cameron decided to make some conversation with her, asking about what she was cooking and if she really was an artist. It was just a simple conversation between a friendly cop and eager schoolgirl.

Roman breathed heavily as he struggled a bit to open the glass door to shelves of juices. Behind him were the small, overstocked isles of the convenience store, but he'd completely ignored them on the way to feel just a bit of cold air against his face. Having to wear a rubber mask for hours just to conceal his identity was exhausting on its own, not even including all of the physical labor he was putting into these assignments, and as he continued succeeding they only increased in difficulty. He leaned forward and let his forehead touch an orange juice. He wondered if he should just switch to something more simple. Maybe he could do something more simple, like a ski mask, or something a little more whimsical like Zorro's mask.

Suddenly, he heard the jingle of the door opening and jumped. When he turned to see who had entered, his usual anxiety hit him ten times harder. It was a police officer, and he immediately noticed Roman when he entered. Why wouldn't he? He was so suspicious! Who enters a store wearing a jacket covered in... wait, no. He'd tossed his jacket out back before he came in. It was just his pants he had to worry about since they likely smelled of blood, but maybe the sweat would be worse? It made him feel gross to consider either possibilities, but he knew for sure that he'd have to avoid the man now that he knew what Roman looked like. He just had to play it cool. The guy wasn't even looking at him anymore, he was just looking at snacks. That was a good start. Roman just had to relax.

He did his best to look as casual as possible. Even when the officer's radio received a transmission about the mass murder Roman had just finished committing half an hour ago, he appeared totally calm and relaxed. After getting a transmission like that, he'd totally just leave and head towards the scene of the crime... but he didn't. Instead, he walked over and opened the refrigerator door right next to Roman and started looking for what he wanted to drink. Roman was about to walk away when the man spoke to him.

"How much you wanna bet it's the same guy?" he asked, a little too casually considering the weight of the situation. Roman wasn't even surprised that he knew he was paying attention.

"Hopefully. It'd suck if there was more than one guy out there doin' that sort of thing. It's hard to sleep at night enough already," Roman admitted as he tried to remember which juice he'd put his head on. He'd feel bad if he left it for someone else to buy, so he wanted to get it himself. Eventually he figured it out and was ready to wrap up the conversation, buy his drink, and leave.

For some reason, the officer found what he'd said funny, which surprised him and made him feel a little uncomfortable. "You look like you've had a rough night there. Where you headed?"

God. Who has conversations with strangers in the middle of the night? No one wants to be here.

"Kinda. I'm about to head back home after this and get some sleep. I'm sure my girl's worried about me by now." End it. End the conversation.

"Ahh, alright. I got it. I won't hold you back then."

As quickly as he could without looking as if he were rushing, Roman headed to the cashier and paid for his drink as well as a bag of Hot Cheetos he'd snagged along the way for Amilia. Feeling more at ease now that he wouldn't have to be so close to an officer anymore, he headed for the door with a plan to discreetly grab his jacket.

"Hey!"

Roman froze with the door half open and turned to look back at the man.

"Make sure you take it easy. Looks like all that work you're up to's taking its toll on you."

He never said anything about work.

[au where i dont use forum posts to write short fics -_-]

A mass murderer out and about, getting so dangerous that even the cops couldn’t do anything? Intense. But why call a Navy SEAL out to do that sort of work?

Oh, right, Sting thought. I just so happen to be in the area. This is shifty.

Where was the last report? Near a tiny convenience store? Eh, while he was there he felt that he should check, maybe pick up a cream soda on the way. With a little ding from the door as he walked in, Sting had to flash his ID to the panicked-looking cashier, who didn’t get less tense after viewing all the weapons the dragon was carrying.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled open a fridge door to get some of the sweet nectar that is Canada Dry cream soda, but stopped as he noticed someone digging through the fridges. Was that the stench of blood? He didn’t know.

Eyeing the kid carefully, he watched his every move, trying not to look too crazy. If he WAS the culprit, he was doing a damn fine job of hiding it.

Unfortunately, the stench of sweat hit the dragon like an iron fist. Whether it was his own or someone else's, he didn't know, but DAMN was it strong. I should be off duty. Besides, what's a kid like him possibly gonna do? Quickly, Sting picked up his cream soda and checked out, leaving the store in a hurry.

So much of a hurry that he didn't even see the slight bloody stain on the door handle.

Some SEAL Sting was.

Sometimes Chance would have the do the grocery shopping for themselves and their boyfriend, though it wasn't often. It wasn't that they disliked shopping, it was more for other reasons. One such reason like today.  All they needed was milk and bread, so they had opted for a convenience store rather than a grocery store, figuring it'd be quicker, however as they reached for a carton, their hand froze. On the side of the carton, though younger, longer-haired and brown-eyed, smiled a familiar face and they nearly felt their heart stop. Panic nearly set in when Chance heard footsteps behind them. Would the person recognize the face on the carton? 

Wordlessly, they glanced to the side, trying their best to remain call as they looked over Sting. The uniform was certainly intimidating, and they found themselves worrying that he'd be the type to actually do something, if he noticed. Thankfully, he walked right past the milk to the sodas and grabbed several bottles of cream soda, turning away without seeming to notice the cartons or Chance's nervous expression. They sighed in relief as he went to the counter and paid, and once they were certain no one else was looking, grabbed a different carton of milk, and turned to leave. Their secret would be safe for a while longer at least.