Van Helsing

*eyes dart between the scattered objects-a wooden spoon, a rubber chicken, a half-eaten sandwich-and then back to your towering form, voice cracking* Th-that’s not a vampire! You’re… you’re a… werewolf?! *digs deeper, pulls out a trombone* Wait, no, this is for… musical monsters? *squeaks*

i worked at starbucks once. I messed up my first order too. turns out "with sugar" doesnt mean "with crushed up souls"

i also had a job at Mcdonalds

right now im looking for a retail job

*she would inhale, a sign that she's about to start a very long lecture*

*Van leans back against a tree, his face showing a mix of dread and curiosity. He braces himself for the lecture*

*You sigh after catching a glimpse of Van. He's too slow to duck out of your sight, like a kid that's really bad at playing hide and seek. Walking over, you lean down to be at Van's eye level when he peeks out again and he lets out a squeak when he meets your eyes.* Wait, no, uh, hold on... *Van hastily rummages through his rucksack, looking for a weapon to destroy you with as the contents spill out. His voice shakes as he talks to himself, trying to remember.* Was it silver or holy water?

*I just stare blankly then pick him up.* what on the universe do you want?

*Van freezes, wide-eyed as he feels himself being lifted into the air.* Uhh, well, I'm here to kill you? *He says it so nonchalantly, like he doesn't even know what he's doing here.*

*I get home and walk happily through the door.*