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Username:One Little Jay
Entering for: Fallen
Prompt:You're about to ask someone out. Whether it be on a platonic friend date, or something more serious, you surely have a plan... right? What are you going to do to garner the attention of your special someone?

Prompt Response: Reginald paced back and forth practically wearing a hole into the ground below him. What if they didn't show! What if his whole plan went up in smoke simply by being stood up on the walk to lunch the walk that he was going to use as a cover story to ask him to go on a date; date. No more of this hiding behind the premise of studying. No more trying to lure them into to noticing him with treats! Soon he would bear his heart and soul to him. Regi didn't have anything super grand or terribly elaborate in mind. He wanted to keep things cool relaxed and casual, he didn't want to scare them away before they had the chance to even go on a first date! He figured once they sat down to eat together like they did most days he would point out how much Regi enjoyed his company. How he spent every waking moment picturing them with beautiful kids. Maybe he wouldn't go that far.

Sitting at the edge of his seat and getting up anytime anyone passed him in hoping that they might be him Regi began to become nervous. What if they didn't like him? What if they wanted this to stay as it always was, what if Regi was about to tell his feelings to someone who wasn't that into him? Oh the anxiety of waiting. That was until he showed up a fluttering feeling arose from Regi's belly. This was it, tell him your true feelings, tell him you booked a dinner date at a super expensive restaurant, no pressure though, and hope for the best. He held his breath for a second before sitting down across from a gorgeous being in the history of ever.

Username: Micillia
Entering for: Naiad (CHUBBY NAIAD SO CUTE)
Prompt: You're late to work, something that may or may not be normal for you. On your way there, you notice a stranger collapsed in an alleyway. What do you do? Do you help them, and potentially get in trouble with your boss? Do you call for help? Or maybe you ignore them entirely...?

Prompt Response: The Naiad had woken up to a feeling of dread, and as soon as he saw the clock next to his bed his fears were confirmed. He had slept past his alarm, and was already ten minutes late for work. Muttering curses to himself, the boy rushed, throwing on anything that didn't smell too bad. He hated being late. He hated making friends wait, or letting someone down when he said he would be somewhere, or just in general missing out on something when he wanted to be there for it. In only ten minutes the naiad had thrown on some clothes, had his toothbrush still sticking out of his mouth, and was jogging down the street.

The boy's eyes paused for a second on the convenient store where he usually bought a morning drink, when he wasn't late, and he felt the yearning for a hot cup of tea. It was while he was debating weather tea was worth being even later for when he saw an odd shape in the ally-way. It moved, and let out a groan. The naiad cursed his luck, and jogged over to the distressed shape. "Hey! You! Talk to me!" The boy said as he knelled down to get a look at whoever was in the predicament. The naiad gasped and pulled away as he got a glimpse of the obviously in pain nightmare. The hurt person made another groan and the boy leaned back in, pushing a hand to the person's forehead, finding it clammy and cold. "Wait right here!" The boy yelled as he got up and ran into the convenient store. Quickly he yelled for someone to call the police, and then get him some water. There was a hurt person outside! They needed help!

The naiad grabbed a towel off the shelf, promising behind himself as he left that he would pay for it, and ran back to the hurt nightmare. "Hey! Talk to me! Whats wrong? Im here, okay? Help is coming!" The boy pushed the towel to the other's forehead to wipe away the cold sweat. He held the person's hand, comforting them as they waited for help to arrive. Finally, after what felt like forever, help came, and the naiad stepped back as the professionals took it from there. The hurt nightmare waved weakly to the boy as they were taken away, and the naiad watched as the emergency vehicle rushed away.

He felt, odd. He didnt know who that was, what had happened, or why they were like that, and it left him feeling an odd sense of empty. That feeling of dread he had had earlier was finally gone, and the naiad sat down on a nearby bench. Life felt surreal. He no longer felt the need to rush to work, someone's life had been in his hands, work felt so hallow and unimportant now. It was while the boy was contemplating all of this that he made a decision that made his heart feel light. He didnt really enjoy his job as a cashier for a nearby store, and he felt a sense of higher calling, a sense of wanting to actually help others in a more meaningful way. The nightmare felt a sort of epiphany, and a grin spread onto his face as he realized that he wanted to help people, he wanted to become someone who could do more than just hold a hand to comfort someone, he wanted to save people.

Username: Ebonrune
Entering for: Geist
Prompt: You're late to work, something that may or may not be normal for you. On your way there, you notice a stranger collapsed in an alleyway. What do you do? Do you help them, and potentially get in trouble with your boss? Do you call for help? Or maybe you ignore them entirely...?

Prompt Response: Shomir swore quietly but forcefully under his breath. First day of work at the only place that had been willing to hire him, and he was late! Why on this day of all days had his alarm betrayed him?! He broke into a jog, but just as he passed an alleyway, something compelled him to stop and backpedal. At first he couldn't see what had gotten his attention when he noticed twisted and broken glasses frames lying near what he realized was a person. He bit his lip. He didn't know how to contact his job to let them know what had happened--if he could do that, he could have just called in to explain why he was late.

But he could do one thing, and took out his cellphone to call emergency services. He grit his teeth when the dispatcher told him to check on the person and see if they were still breathing, but he went to do so.

"Yes." He intoned after a few moments. "Their breathing is...uh...short and uneven. I think someone must have attacked them. No, I can't stay with them, I'm already late for work. Just please get paramedics here as soon as you can." He hung up before they could deliver further instructions and left at a sprint, tears welling in his eyes against his will. He felt awful for leaving them, but if he didn't keep this job then he would have to go back to thievery and he didn't want that life anymore.

Username: Random Nobody 13
Entering for: Bakeneko
Prompt: You're about to ask someone out. Whether it be on a platonic friend date, or something more serious, you surely have a plan... right? What are you going to do to garner the attention of your special someone?

Prompt Response: There was a fine art to friendship. Too much attention sent the wrong message, but too little attention and the friendship withered before it could flourish. Texting or calling was fine, but sometimes you just needed that face-to-face interaction. Occasionally he craved the attention, and affection, that he could get from them. However, he didn’t like to spend too much time with his friends. He felt like a black sheep, with the way he frequently needed to recharge after interacting with others, but his friends were always very considerate about his needs. That was why he’d planned this ‘date’, per say. Truly, he just wanted to spend some quality time with his two best friends, but this would be a special occasion! He’d laid out all the plans and put aside today to set everything up. A call to both of their works, with the pleasing news he had, was enough to get them the next few days off as a surprise.

A sly grin curled his mouth, and he got to work setting everything up. A note written with as much pomp and flourish as he could, on stationary bought for this specific purpose, was the first step. Next was making sure is house was as clean as could be, running all his blankets through the washer and dryer, vacuuming, washing and putting away the dishes, basic house tidying really. He checked to make sure he had ingredients for most of the dishes they liked to make together stocked up. A quick list with things they would definitely need, popcorn, snacks, a couple more drinks, would help him not forget anything when he made the last grocery run on the way back from delivering the letters.

After checking that everything was in its place, and clean, he grabbed the letters and made his way out the door. Time to make these deliveries. He was practically purring, he was so pleased with himself. They’d never expect something like this from him. He visited each of their houses, proudly presenting his invitation. The look of surprise on their faces quickly turned to glee when they realized what he’d given them.