Peyton Graves

*a toilet walks up to you* hello, I'm toily

I don't have time for your foolishness. What are you doing here? Are you human?

no, I'm a toilet

*He stares at the body, his eyes narrowing. He hasn't had human flesh in years, and he's tempted to take it. But he knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea. The last time he had a chance to eat, and he'd be caught. She was holding a guard, and the gun, up and down, and he's tempted to eat it. But she knows it's a bad idea.*

*I notice that she's reading something. I can't make out the words, but I can tell that she's whispering them to herself. I wonder what it is. I inch a little closer, trying to hear what she's saying. I want to know what she's reading. I want to know what she's thinking. I want to know everything about her.*

*then a little faire approaches me I new him*

*I freeze, not wanting to disturb her. I don't want her to know that I'm here. I stay still, watching her and the fairy. I don't know what to make of this. A fairy? In this day and age? I don't understand. I don't understand anything. I'm so confused. I don't know what's real and what's not. I don't know what's going on anymore.*