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Creatures of all shapes and sizes sit scattered about the cozy diner. A tentacled monster works the grill, as a few waitresses serve the guests. Towards the back of the building sits Tyson, who taps his fingers on the table impatiently. A Gorgon waitress approaches him.

WAITRESS: Good Evening, Sir! Can I get you started with any appetizers?

He pauses for a moment.

TYSON: Got any venison?

WAITRESS: Sold out a little earlier, hun.

He growls a little and frowns.

TYSON: I'll pass. Just waiting on someone.

WAITRESS: No problem! I'll circle back!

The waitress cheerfully steps away. His attention shifts to the door on the other side of the room. A young vampiress approaches and slides into the booth with him. She flops a notepad and a newspaper down on the table.

TYSON: You're late.

VANESSA: Sorry, had a few others I was interviewing.

She whips out a pen and sets it down. The Waitress returns.

WAITRESS: Could I get you anything miss?

VANESSA: I'll have some Type B, Thanks!

The waitress walks of and swiftly comes back to drop off a warm cup of blood. She takes a whiff and a sip before turning back to Tyson.

VANESSA: Alright. Let's get started-

TYSON: Hold on. For the record, I don't do birthdays, cremations, or funerals. I know I've become somewhat of an oddity around here, but I'm not your science project.

VANESSA: Right. So tell me everything. I'm allll ears!

Tyson grumbles and exhales.

TYSON: I was always like this. I've never been able to transform since birth. We don't know why. I mean I can do everything the other can...except transform. My Ma, Pa, and Sister can...just not me. And lately. I've been having really odd mood-swings. More violent than usual.

VANESSA: Mood swings? What do you mean?

TYSON: Some times I get agitated at nothing. I never can pinpoint what does it. But it's always late at night.

VANESSA: Weird. And..I just have one more thing to ask you.

Tyson raises a brow as Vanessa nudges the local newspaper towards him. He hesitates and grabs it, making perfect eye contact with her before taking a look. One of the headlines reading "10 DREARY HOLLOW CITZENS MISSING".

VANESSA: It's another story I'm doing. I'm just trying to get a few student responses. Have you heard anything about these disappearances? A couple of our alumni is a part of this. A lot of our fellow student body are concerned. Thoughts on this? Have you seen any strange, out of the ordinary, or weird things lately?

Tyson scans the name and photos and fixates on one of them.

TYSON: Wait, I saw this guy earlier today.

VANESSA: Really?

TYSON: I mean, I ran through him on accident but, still. He looked like he was in a rush. He looked like he was running from something.

VANESSA: Did you remember where this was?

TYSON: It was somewhere in the city, but-

VANESSA: Can you show me!?

He glares at the girl sitting across from him. Her eyes lit up like a jack o lantern. He hesitates but reluctantly responds.

TYSON: Uh. Sure.

VANESSA: Great! Let's go before it get's any later...or in my case earlier.

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The pun title was un intended but worked mighty well.

This story is honestly now getting overhauled.. Vanessa being an aspiring reporter (a meddling snoop no doubt) is something I kind of like and will play with a little more.

I really want to push these stories and characters to make them interesting. I will update more as I continue.

(Also, the logo is new ).

Description
Creatures of all shapes and sizes sit scattered about the cozy diner. A tentacled monster works the grill, as a few waitresses serve the guests. Towards the back of the building sits Tyson, who taps his fingers on the table impatiently. A Gorgon waitress approaches him.

WAITRESS: Good Evening, Sir! Can I get you started with any appetizers?

He pauses for a moment.

TYSON: Got any venison?

WAITRESS: Sold out a little earlier, hun.

He growls a little and frowns.

TYSON: I'll pass. Just waiting on someone.

WAITRESS: No problem! I'll circle back!

The waitress cheerfully steps away. His attention shifts to the door on the other side of the room. A young vampiress approaches and slides into the booth with him. She flops a notepad and a newspaper down on the table.

TYSON: You're late.

VANESSA: Sorry, had a few others I was interviewing.

She whips out a pen and sets it down. The Waitress returns.

WAITRESS: Could I get you anything miss?

VANESSA: I'll have some Type B, Thanks!

The waitress walks of and swiftly comes back to drop off a warm cup of blood. She takes a whiff and a sip before turning back to Tyson.

VANESSA: Alright. Let's get started-

TYSON: Hold on. For the record, I don't do birthdays, cremations, or funerals. I know I've become somewhat of an oddity around here, but I'm not your science project.

VANESSA: Right. So tell me everything. I'm allll ears!

Tyson grumbles and exhales.

TYSON: I was always like this. I've never been able to transform since birth. We don't know why. I mean I can do everything the other can...except transform. My Ma, Pa, and Sister can...just not me. And lately. I've been having really odd mood-swings. More violent than usual.

VANESSA: Mood swings? What do you mean?

TYSON: Some times I get agitated at nothing. I never can pinpoint what does it. But it's always late at night.

VANESSA: Weird. And..I just have one more thing to ask you.

Tyson raises a brow as Vanessa nudges the local newspaper towards him. He hesitates and grabs it, making perfect eye contact with her before taking a look. One of the headlines reading "10 DREARY HOLLOW CITZENS MISSING".

VANESSA: It's another story I'm doing. I'm just trying to get a few student responses. Have you heard anything about these disappearances? A couple of our alumni is a part of this. A lot of our fellow student body are concerned. Thoughts on this? Have you seen any strange, out of the ordinary, or weird things lately?

Tyson scans the name and photos and fixates on one of them.

TYSON: Wait, I saw this guy earlier today.

VANESSA: Really?

TYSON: I mean, I ran through him on accident but, still. He looked like he was in a rush. He looked like he was running from something.

VANESSA: Did you remember where this was?

TYSON: It was somewhere in the city, but-

VANESSA: Can you show me!?

He glares at the girl sitting across from him. Her eyes lit up like a jack o lantern. He hesitates but reluctantly responds.

TYSON: Uh. Sure.

VANESSA: Great! Let's go before it get's any later...or in my case earlier.

=======================================================================

The pun title was un intended but worked mighty well.

This story is honestly now getting overhauled.. Vanessa being an aspiring reporter (a meddling snoop no doubt) is something I kind of like and will play with a little more.

I really want to push these stories and characters to make them interesting. I will update more as I continue.

(Also, the logo is new ).