You sensed a disturbance in the force. A dark presence loomed over you. The skin on the back of your neck prickled. Goosebumps formed along your arm. Your stomach churned, and cold adrenaline shot through your limbs as if preparing you for an attack.
Slowly, but surely, you crept towards the corner. To say the least, you were terrified, and you thought of every single horror movie you had ever seen. This might end poorly for you, but you would rather eliminate the threat than allow it to follow you home.
Your heart raced faster...faster...until the pulse pounded your ear drums. Your breaths came in short. You muscles tensed.
With a yelp, you jumped in front of the entrance of the alleyway only to find....
a stupid, dark haired hobo in a track suit making the stupidest face you had ever seen in your life.
Seriously, he looked like a damn cat with his mouth hanging open, and blue irises shrunk.
You groaned and planted your face in your hand. "Yato, what the actual hell?"
"Hey," he said,