He glanced down, tears filling his eyes. She was gone, and that was that. He touched the photo of Icicle, tears dropping. A few days passed. He was cooking in his ktchen, making pancakes. The sun from the window warmed his chilled tail and paws. A loud crash from the window sounded. He jerked back, fear in his eyes. "W-who's there?" He asked meekly. Paw steps sounded. He backed up against the wall, breathing heavily. The voice laughed. "Where are you?!" The animal called, in a sing-songy voice. He wasn't a good fighter. He never was, and he never would be. He gasped, hoping it wouldn't be the last breath he would ever take. Darkness clouded his eyes. He was inside something, something that trapped him. Like a bag. Something opened the bag, and he jumped out, breathing heavily. "Well. Welcome." He remembered the voice from before. "W-What do you want from me?" "I just want you. to join me." "Why would I do that? And why me?" He could imagine the figure rolling their eyes. "Do it, or you die." They snapped. HE nodded, fear sparking in his eyes. "P-Please don't hurt me.." "I won't. Unless you betray me." "W-What do you want me to do?" "We're just.. soul eaters." "W-What?" "We take their souls.." The voice said, like it was obvious. "Why?" He asked, "And who are you?" "How else do you expect us to live? And, you don't need to know who I am.." The voice said, coming out of the darkness. Purple streaks filled the room. It was a dragon, with piercing red eyes. "Have a /problem/ with that?" She hissed. Energy thrummed through her scales and wings. "Steal their souls, and bring them to me." (name) backed up. "O-okay.. I'll do what you need me to do." "Good." ... He stood next to a door, breathing heavily. He'd been doing this for months. Stealing souls. He didn't exactly have a choice. He cautiously opened the door. The sweet smell of cinnamon filled the apartment room. It was midnight. Time to strike. He walked inside, closing the door behind him. "Did you need something?" A voice asked. A kind and sweet voice. He looked up. A brown cat with dark brown speckles looked at him warmly. "Why are you in my apartment?" She asked, tilting her head. This was it! This was the time. (insert name) could steal her soul, and bring it to the crazy dragon. But.. he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to. "I-" He started. "Come on. I'll make something to eat." "Why the heck are you letting me in your house and then making me food?" He asked. "I mean, you look beat up!" She replied. "Just don't ask questions." He nodded and followed her. They talked over some herbal tea. "What brings you here? And what's your name?" She asked. "I-" He started, wondering what he would say. "I don't exactly remember my name.. it hasn't been used in forever..." "Well, I'm Emiko." She said. Suddenly, the door slowly opened, and the hodded figure walked in. "Well, hello." They said. Emiko backed up. "Do you know them?" She asked urgently. "Of course, he knows me." The figure replied. "I'm his boss." "S-Sir.." He said backing up. The figure turned to him. "You were supposed to steal her soul." "What?!" Emiko blurted. "I-I was going to.." He said, shaking. "You-you were?" Emiko asked. He ignored her. The figure laughed. "Well, if you're not going to do it, I will." He jumped on Emiko and pinned her down. She was frozen in fear. He jumped on the figure, digging his nails into their skin. "Hah!" The figure yelled advancing on him, pinning him down. He squirmed. "Run!" He yelled at Emiko. She didn't wait. She ran out the door, without a look back. The figure smiled. "The last thing you will see is the look on her face." The figure murmured. "Have fun at hell." He saw his soul rise out of his body. For some reason, he smiled, as everything failed to black. The end.
