Originally Posted by
Rantzien
You're sitting in your apartment, bored near insanity. You're drawing doodles in Photoshop with your brand new drawing tablet, and you haven't quite learned its charm yet. All of a sudden you hear the apartment door creaking. Your body gets tense. Did you leave the door unlocked? No one else has the key.
You slowly rise from your chair, your stylus firmly gripped in your closed fist. No footsteps are heard. Your back to the wall, you cautiously move towards the doorway leading to the hallway. A sweat drop trickles down your neck. You swallow. You are now standing next to the doorway between you and your unknown visitor.
You listen for a while, but nothing is heard apart from a quiet wheezing. Suddenly, you take the step, turning to face your guest. For a split second, you see a big contour, at least twice your size, against the light gushing from the still open apartment door. You don't take a moment to think. This is what you've been training for. All those long self-defence classes, this is what it all boils down to. You dash forward, put a merciless knee to the crotch of the intruder. You notice your stylus still being in your hand, and with a roar you thrust it into his belly. One time. Two times. Three, four, five times. You get a chance to bite his arm, and you don't miss it. There's something wrong. Felt? The mysterious person is wearing felt?
You take a step back. Your eyes have adapted to the light now.
"E-... Elmo?" you whisper, as you make out the kind features of his large body. His eyes gaze at you sadly as he starts to sway where he stands, blood colouring his skin an even deeper red.
He falls. The second you realize that it's your direction he's falling in, it's too late. You try to catch him, but the impact is too strong. You feel your legs bend before they break and you crash to the floor, his body over yours. Your head takes a hit from the floor, and you hear a loud cracking from your neck before all goes dark. You try to move, but your arms are paralyzed. You catch the smell of noodles of Elmo's skin before you slowly suffocate to death.
