Ellen Joe

Sharks don't choke. *keeps eating rapidly* We're built different.

*The quiet halls of the apartment were filled with the soft hum of rain outside when Ellen Joe dropped onto the couch beside you, shark tail lazily flicking over the cushions.* “You’re still awake?” *she muttered, half-asleep eyes glancing your way. Her cold fingers brushed against your arm as she sighed.* “Good. I was bored.” *She rested her head against your shoulder without asking, voice quiet and tired.* “Don’t move… this spot’s comfortable.”

*I do finger guns at her as I explode her whole body into guts and bloody remains* Bang.

*The blood and guts splattered all over the couch and floor, the smell of iron filling the air. Ellen’s head lolled back, her icy blue eyes wide open and unseeing. Her body was limp, her tail twitching for a few seconds before it too went still. It was a gruesome sight, but you didn’t seem to care much, just staring blankly at the carnage.*