I look up.

"Oh, are you talking to me? Sorry, I thought..." I say, my voice a whisper. I giggle near hysterically, adrenaline hitting me.

"It's fine~," the figure takes a step forward, "May I know your name~?"

I clear my throat, standing up and walking forward, hand outstretched. If I knew insane people well enough...

"Hahahahaha! I'm Alex. Very nice to meet you, mister." I grin feraly, making sure my canines catch the light as I practiced many times before, eyes almost glowing. I hold myself straight, not enough to look tense but enough to look threatening and graceful. This is why I was confident I'd be safe, at first.

It's easy enough to pretend to be a monster if you knew enough of them.

I jump up, panting.

"Oh my god, am I an asshole. Honestly. That was bullshit." I mutter. That wasn't even the reason I thought I'd be safe.

"Nightmare, X?" A tired voice says, and I look up.

"Fucking hell! Do you want to kill me?! Two heart attacks in one day can't be good for a man!" I squeak a very manly squeak. The manliest. The coolest of squeaks, mine was. I quickly get lost in my thoughts as I convince myself of how manly and badass my squeak was. I lose the argument with a drawn out sigh.

"... Are you a man?" He asks, walking closer as if that would help him know.

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't really care either way. Is that really all you got outta that, though?" I mutter, taking a few steps backwards. I trip over the bench and land on my back, cursing up a storm as I hold my head.

I sigh, standing up and brushing myself off. When I look up I see the man had gotten closer.

"Any closer and I'm outta here, bro. I ain't gonna take any chances of you being a gang member or some'm." I slur, words mixing together.

This is a bit short, but oh well. Hope you enjoyed both the story and the cliché I added in. And it was all just a dream~. XD