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You were walking in the city, on your way to buy dinner at a local takeout place. That's when it happened.
You passed an alley, and you were quickly taken from the light. The assaulter pinned you by your throat, and held a knife to your abdomen.
"g-give me your wallet. make it quick."
Holy shit. You were being robbed. You could be murdered right now. Oh my god. You were going to cry.
"hhhHHhHH!" Was all that you could gasp out. They let go of your throat, instead reaching for your right arm.
A car passed by, and it's headlights illuminated your attacker.
A...monster? You couldn't make out what he looked like exactly, but he was pale. And shiny. You could see that they had red irises, now that your eyes weren't screwed shut in fear.
You slowly reached for your wallet, and opened it. Shit. You forgot. No cash. You argued with yourself in your head for a split second. You could just let him take your wallet and IDs and credit cards. But you needed those. And you would just cancel the card right after.
Was...was there a good reason he needed this? There almost always was. Monsters didn't tend to hurt people unless they really needed it.
You took a closer look at him.
He had bags under his eyes. You would think it would be impossible, because he looked like a literal skeleton, but there it was. Bags.
His eye lights were dim and unfocused. You got the feeling that they weren't supposed to be.
There were cracks on the crown of his skull. They looked like they were from fighting something. A slash was taken from where his lip would be, and a chip had fallen from the very end, where a tooth would sit.
His clothes were ragged and dirty. They hadn't been washed for quite some time. He was only wearing the bare essentials (a hoodie and jeans) even though it was practically freezing out.
You knew for a fact that monsters needed to eat. They needed it to keep a strong supply of magic. And if he was a monster, shouldn't he be using his magic to restrain you, rather than physical means? Monsters were pretty weak to physical attacks, especially from humans.
So why take the chance?
He must have been desperate.
You cleared your throat, and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"So, you can check my wallet, but I don't have a-any cash. Yo-you can take my wallet, an-and my card, but I can cancel it right after I leave."
He glared at you and moved to press the knife further into your abdomen.
"O-or, you can come get dinner with me, and I'll cover both of us."
He looked shocked for a moment, and then furrowed his brow.
"why would i go out ta dinner with a nasty human? m' jus tryin ta rob ya and ya go an offer shit like that. how do i even know ya won't snitch?"
"Simple answer? You don't. But you can walk away with a useless wallet, a useless wallet and a dead human, or a full meal."
He looked like he was thinking intensely for a moment. He then drew his hood up and started walking.
"fine. where to?"