tangerine-Monkey

Be Jake English. Run From The Monster Guy. ==> Wow, today really isn't your day. First of all, you had to wait thirty minutes for your coffee! Thirty minutes! Then, right when you finally sat down to enjoy your cup of joe, some asshole starts to bug you. You told him to fuck off, and he turns into this giant monster and tries to smash in your face. Luckily, you managed to dodge. Of course, you took off, cursing yourself for forgetting your guns at home, and also for running right down the middle of the bloody street and not taking the sidewalk like a sensible bloke being chased by some sort of ugly tall man. You run for a good ten minutes

Harley hated Mondays. It usually meant getting up early after a weekend of sleeping in and staying up late. Stretching, the canine slid out from under the covers of his bed and landed on the ground with an 'oof!' before getting up and walking into the bathroom. He turned the faucet on, dipping a paw into the cool water. He splashed a bit on his face, then reached to turn the water off when he stumbled away from the sink suddenly. Pouring from the faucet, for just a fraction of a second, was...blood. Harley stared at the water that was flowing out of the faucet. "The fuck was that?" he muttered, getting up and switching the water off. Shaking