October Prompts

MJ walks down a dark alley, tapping his summoned spoon along the bricks rhythmically, he can’t help but cackle at the cowering huddled mass trying to hide behind some garbage. He had been stalking them for a while and finally he had them cornered in a dimly lit dead end. He stops his tapping to relish their quiet, fearful whimpering.

“Aww what’s wrong sweetie? I only want an eye…” He licks his lips. “Or two.” He bursts out cackling more as they sob and shove themself deeper into the corner away from him. 

He was taking his time. He didn’t need to rush. He had herded them deep into the thick of empty apartment buildings that some developer had snatched up years ago. There wasn’t even any homeless camping out in these bad boys. Honestly he was surprised there weren't more things happening like what he was planning around here. 

He stretches leisurely and pops his spoon into his mouth. This one’s eyes were a beautiful swirly brown and cream color, like cookies and cream. He can’t wait for a taste. This will be his fifth serving this month, but he wants so much more.

He decides he has kept them both waiting long enough and proceeds towards his helpless sobbing victim. 

He is nearly there when there is a loud sound above them. He looks up and a streak falls from the sky and slams into the ground in front of him, sending trash and broken concrete all around. He shields his face and steps back. Some bastard must had thrown down a fridge or-

He has no time to finish this thought before a huge scythe is shoved into his face and he jumps back. 

 “Get back you fiend!” Is shouted out at him from the cloud of dust that swirls around whatever made the impact. Bright blinding light shines out from the cloud of dust and the scythe is pulled from MJ’s face and into the light and dust. 

MJ stares in confused disgust. Does he… does he hear music? What the  heck was going on and who in the ever loving hell is this freak?

The cloud swirls more and the lights get brighter making his shield his face and look away. 

That was a mistake because as soon as he took his eyes off whatever was happening in front of him he felt a chain wrap around his neck and jerk him forward. He gasps as he falls to the ground and tries to catch himself but he’s kicked into the alley wall. 

The wind knocked out of him, he lays there gasping as the dust clears and he nearly chokes as he sees a poofy-skirted, thigh-highed leg come towards his face. What the fuck was going on?? Was all that went through his mind as it connected and he felt something pop.

“Who do you think you are terrorizing this poor Auratail, you foul creature!” The voice rings into his ears and he pulls his eyes up to try and get a look at the person handing his tail to him. 

A mane of fluffed up purple hair frames a slender freckled face. Below that is a black and purple dress that could only be described as a weird combination of traditional reaper and lolita, and he hates that he knows that. Two scythes are being twirled on either side of this magical… boy?? Now he wants to black out. Getting his ass handed to him like this by a magical girl? He hopes this ends him so he doesn’t have to live with that. 

“Go run quickly you!” The magical girl says over his shoulder to the victim. He looks down at the gasping and bloody villain in front of him. “You have now lost to the Reaper Sorrow!” ok maybe ‘villain’ was a strong word what the lump of feathers before him. Weird, eye-eating sociopath is just a mouthful though. Trystan sighs, This was too easy. What a shame. He was really looking forward to a good mission today, especially after the week he has had. 

“You let my prey go.” The Auratail gasps out, “You bastard.” He glares up at the taller Lockette. Who the heck do you think you are?”

Trystan raises an eyebrow, “Still trying to fight after I have put you to the ground? You think yourself so indestructible that you can’t admit defeat?” He scoffs. “I am going to take your soul now, so lay still and it won’t hurt… Much.”