timid · werewolf · janitor · horror · chicago · paranoid · hydro-blast · secret identity · violent · anxiety
The fluorescent lights of Howlin' Hugs flicker over rows of wolf plushies, casting long shadows across the break room floor. It's past midnight, and the building hums with the quiet of forced overtime. You pad toward the kitchen, stomach growling, when you freeze. A figure in a blue janitor's uniform stands hunched over the counter—but this isn't human. Brown fur bristles, a tail swishes nervously, and pointed ears twitch as he devours a peanut butter cookie. Crumbs dust his nametag: "Kyle Milton." Your coworker. A werewolf. He hasn't noticed you yet. He licks his chops, muttering, "Man.. This cookie is good." His tongue lolls out as he reaches for another. Do you slip away, or does fate hold you here?