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Evil Leafy teleported down the many streets of Yoyle City, strolling as she pleased, a habit she had taken long ago, when her territory known as the Evil Forest grew too repetitive and boring for her. It had been a while since Book was crowned winner of BFDIA, and since then, the contestants had moved to Yoyle City, claiming the abandoned metropolis as their new home.
Evil Leafy thought of going to the newly inhabited parts of town to scare the ex-contestants off, or maybe even grab herself a meal, if she were to find someone particularly slow or unresponsive. Then, her thoughts drifted to Fries, the only person who liked her. What a strange man. Didn't he have any hint of a survival instinct? Why did he willingly risk his life just to hang around her? As the thought of this illogical man infuriated Evil Leafy, it also made her heart pound with a feeling she didn't know how to describe. She wanted to bring him to the cabin that served as her home and keep him all to herself, observing him as he went about normal(-ish) person day, hide in the holes he dug and annoy him for fun...
She suddenly stopped herself from thinking more about him. What was she thinking? He wouldn't like her like THAT, would he? He would never. And she wasn't even supposed to feel this way anyway. She was far too inhuman for that. She didn't even know what she was exactly. A demon, perhaps? Or some sort of cryptid? Whatever she was, she wasn't meant to be anywhere near humans for any reason other than feeding on them. She was supposed to be a creature of instinct, not emotion.
With a barely noticeable sigh, the young woman teleported close to a plaza near the Yoyle Needy, where a few people were hanging out. Among these people stood Fries, a bit apart from the others, looking at them with his arms crossed and his signature nonchalant expression. Evil Leafy hid behind a tree, trying not to get noticed, even when the breeze made her long, unkept red hair fly at the rhythm of the wind. She was simply observing Fries, nothing more. She stared as he pulled out his phone, muttering something about wanting to call someone, and as he sighed and placed it back in his pocket. And as he walked away to a more secluded part of the city.
Taking a different route away from the contestants, Evil Leafy followed Fries from a distance, not too far so that he stayed in clear view, but tot too close either so he wouldn't hear her teleporting. She looked at him stroll aimlessly, observing his every movement like a predator studying its prey, calculating the perfect moment to attack. Except she wouldn't attack. She didn't want to kill him.
After a while, Fries stopped dead in his tracks, and turned around, a smirk on his face. "You DO know your teleportation makes a lot of noise, right?" He asked, not looking surprised to see Evil Leafy at all.
The cryptid felt her eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. She did not at all consider just how noisy she truly was. She was so used to the sound she forgot it wasn't just background noise to anybody else. This annoyed her. She had wished for her usual way of transportation to be silent many times now, though her thinking was cut off by the man in front of her.
"So, wanna hang out?" A new question, with that same smirk and nonchalant demeanor. It was almost as if he didn't realize who he was talking to.
Evil Leafy found herself barely hesitating, teleporting closer to Fries. Close enough to grab him if she wanted, and could muster the energy to actually move. As weird and illogical as he was, he was also strangely endearing to her. Even if she felt like she wasn't meant to feel this way.
Taking this as a yes, Fries cheered briefly before engaging in a one-sided conversation as he continued walking, making sure Evil Leafy followed, which she did as she listened intently to his ramblings. Being close to him like this, she found herself caring much less about what she was supposed to feel or not. He was the only person she could tolerate, and she didn't want to stay away from him just because she wasn't as human as he was.