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You're visiting a friend or family member in the hospital and while walking down the hall, the fluorescent lights flicker, long enough for you to notice an eerie figure standing at the end of the empty hallway. Another flicker and the shadow grows closer - it's a deranged looking person, hair unkempt and eyes sunken into their sockets. A third flicker and the being is only yards away from you now, more grotesque in appearance than ever. A fourth flicker and…the lights return to normal, the hallway just as empty as it was when you originally turned to walk down it. Was it all an illusion? Maybe you're a little extra exhausted? Whatever the case may be, walking down the hallway you can't help but notice a putrid smell stinging your nostrils until you manage to turn the corner…
Why was his life a walking horror show mixed with a sitcom? No really, why was it that every time Winston thought something was normal, joke’s on him, it’s not? Not really? Sure okay, fair and fine, he was involved in a group that dabbled in magic and murder and maybe the occasional other criminal activities and did have weird monsters they could summon but come on. It wasn’t like he actively sought out to get his normal, relatively mundane human life involved in the bull s**t that was the war on senshi or whatever the negaverse hated subject flavor of the week was.
So now, sitting in the waiting room, Winston was trying to reconcile with the fact that his gran, visiting, trying to not talk of the US like it was s**t, (it was, though home wasn’t much better), had gone and gotten herself attacked by a ******** youma. A thing that had Winston reporting in why he attacked a youma back and having to explain, ‘oh yeah, just gonne let me gran get soul snatched right in front of me mum’. He even used a shitty fake accent just to be an a*****e about the whole ******** situation.
In the end, he was told ‘well keep better track of your gran’, (like he could??? His gran was one of the types who’s hit a dog with her cane if it yapped at her wrong) and ‘don’t fight a youma in broad daylight’, like he did that on the regular like some ******** idiot. And if he did he sure as hell wouldn’t get caught or go complain about it.
Grumbling as he sat outside the room, waiting for his mom and gran to stop bickering about the price of rice in china, (or rather, what they were going to do and how gran couldn’t and shouldn’t ‘exert’ herself anymore and maybe ought to fly home where medical cost a ******** lot less), the lights flickered, and Winston thought little of it. From the corner of his eye he thought he saw something but, he brushed it off. It was a long day, and not even 5. Being with his gran and mum did that to him. It was part of why he moved stateside in the first place. That and school.
Then the lights flickered again, and he bothered to look up. A figure, right out of the exorcist looked to be down the hall.
“Bit of poor humor, that.” He muttered, glaring at whoever thought it was a funny joke. Then the figured ********- REALLY?” He yelled, only to be told to hush by his mum. God he was so done with magic. Done with all of it this week. Why couldn’t one day be normal anymore? Oh right, Destiny City was just like that. As the lights flickered again, the figure closed in on him, and he nearly transformed right there- only for it to vanish.
“I hate this ******** city.” His mum told him to hush, louder this time. All Winston could do was pray for the day to end faster so he could pretend nothing happened.
