My OCs

I love Tass… I would like to hear her story! Sounds interesting…

Here is WIP some story, its going to be magical girl-esque

Part 1: Intro

    Tass checks her fridge early in the afternoon on a quiet Sunday.  She is running low on eggs and milk.  She put her boots on and grabs the key to her studio apartment.  The elevator clunks and shakes violently even though it only has to go down four floors before letting out an exhausting ding.  While walking towards the exit of her building, she dawns her black ten gallon hat over her red hair, black enough to match her black homemade frilly dress.  Her black cowgirl boots clack as she goes through the door and feels the fresh air and sunlight.  She smiles.  Her smile contrasts her black clothing and usually dark aura.  Normally she tries to look as unapproachable as possible, both in fashion, and through behaviors such as facial expression.  She doesn’t like sharing joy with others, as being outwardly joyful seems to attack unwanted attention.  However, this evening something in the air feels so fresh and new, so full of energy, and she can’t help but smile.  Her smile exposes the fact that she chipped on of he canine teeth.  A fairy in the distance tips her hat and flies away unnoticed, remembering what she just witnessed.

    Tass walks through the automatic sliding doors at the convenience store and walks straight to the milk and produce.  She picks up a half gallon of milk and a dozen eggs.  The cashier does say anything, but his eyeballs point to the total on the screen of the cash register.  Tass pulls out some paper money and her coin purse.  She hands the cashier exactly the right amount, but is out of bills now.  Being a Sunday, will get probably get two or three customers at the diner tonight, and its fifty fifty if they tip.  She has to be mindful of when rent is coming up and how much cash she has, sometimes its necessary to pick up extra shifts.  While counting numbers in her head she hears a screeching sound to her left.

    She is astonished to see what looks like a small black bird repeatedly flying at a possum.  The black bird sends out a beam of energy with a twinkle sound and sparkling dust falls from its feathers.  Tass hides behind a nearby trashcan.  Is that a fairy!?  She peeks around the corner again at the black bird, that turns out to actually be a fairy in black cowgirl boots and hat and a cute dress.  Tass gasps.

    “Oh my god she is so pretty I want that dress so bad!” is the first thing Tass thinks to herself.  “Wait is that a fucking fairy?!”   There is no way there is a fairy in the alleyway of this town.  Fairies are not real.  She peeks around the garbage pail once more.  Its definitely a fairy, and the fair hits the possum back, seeming to gain an upper hand.  Something more dark and mysterious seems to lie behind the possum, who stand back up proudly.  Shadows move behind the possum.  The fairy seems to stumble in the air before retreating straight towards Tass.  One moment Tass is blinded by the snow white skin of the fairy flying right towards her who still hasn't noticed her.  In the last moment, the fairy looks in front of her and gasps to see Tass snooping.  The fairy bumps Tass’s neck and flies away.  Tass feels a slight sting.

“Hey!  Are you okay?”  Says the possum.

    Tass runs away as fast as she can.  She flies.  She figures its the adrenaline.  While struggling to unlock the door to her apartment, Tass seems to forget the whole run home.  Thankfully she still has the milk and eggs clutched in her hands.

    Tass arrives home and takes off her boots.  She sets her keys down. “What did I just see?” Tass wonders out loud, “No matter what it was,  I need to make something to eat before work.”  She shakily gets out a pan, turns on the stove, and cracks two eggs.  The eggs smell different.  They smell more plain to her, they don’t smell like they would have much flavor.  It must be the nervousness she thinks.  The eggs are cooked and it been a minute.  “I can’t stop thinking about that… fairy.”  Tass thinks out loud again.  Her appetite does not return before she has to start her shift at the diner.  Her shift starts in at nine at night and she needs to be there in fifteen minutes.


Part 2: New Hire

    She put her boots on and grabs the key to her studio apartment.  The elevator clunks and shakes violently even though it only has to go down four floors before letting out an exhausting ding.  While walking towards the exit of her building, she dawns her black ten gallon hat over her red hair, black enough to match her black homemade frilly dress.  Her black cowgirl boots clack as she goes through the door and feels the fresh air and moonlight.  She is nervous.  Her nervousness contrasts the implied confidence of he black ten gallon and black riding boots.  Normally she tries to look unapproachable.  Tonight she feels unapproachable and cold.  She doesn’t like sharing nervousness with others, as she find it pitiful.  However, tonight, something in the air feels so fresh and new, so red and full of life.  She can not help but inhale the fresh air full of the ripe smell of life.  Her gasp in appreciation of this new smell exposes her one remaining canine tooth.  It catches the light of the moonlight and looks considerably larger.  A fairy in the distance says something under her breath before flying away unnoticed, remembering the beautiful milky pale face she just witnessed.

    Tass pushes open the beat up front door to the diner and walks straight to the back to get ready for work.

“Hey Tass, you’re training the new girl tonight, it’s gonna be slow so… are you okay?”

“Yes of course”

“You look pale, do you feel alright?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t be at work otherwise.”  Now that she thought about it, she felt like she had a surprising amount of energy for not having eaten in a while.  Now that she thought about it, she hasn’t eaten in a while.  Staring at her managers sink, she notices more detail than ever before.  Her stomach growls.
“Okay whatever you say.  Just feel free to call me if your not feeling okay, I’ll be leaving in thirty minutes but I’ll be up for a while.”

“No really I’m fine.  Thank you anyway.”

“The new girl should be waiting for you up front”

“Okay.”  Strange she didn’t see the new girl when she arrived at work.  While walking through the kitchen back towards the front of the restaurant, Tass notices a weird looking dark purple and green mess on the floor.  She can’t recognize what it is.  Whatever the new girl can clean it up.  Where is she?  Tass opens the saloon doors to the front of the restaurant.
    
    There she was, standing by the cash register in a homemade white frilly dress.  She had beautiful full black hair down past her knees.  It looked wet, almost too wet.  She had a name tag on, but it was upside down and nothing was written on it.  She had on white riding boots with the most intricate stitching pattern prettying up the side.  Matching her pure white dress and pure white boots she also had socks going up most of her legs.  Everything about her was white and pure, not as white and pure as Tass’s skin was becoming, but the new girls black hair contrasted a lot more than Tass’s red hair.