Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


November 14th 2017 in Microfiction

“And now you shall DIE!” Len shrieked, lunging forward and tearing his human mask away to reveal the monster underneath. “Dammit Len!” Marcie spat back, irritated, tearing her human mask away to reveal the monster underneath. “This is MY turf!” “What the hell?” Darren sputtered, shocked, tearing his human mask away to reveal the monster underneath. “Are there any actual PEOPLE in this place?” They stood there, holding their daytime faces in their hands, looking around bewildered. No one passing in the hallway even noticed them. “Sorry guys,” Len said sheepishly, “I didn’t even think.” “Don’t apologize,” Marcie commented, shaking her head. “We should’ve known. This is kind of embarrassing.” “No, seriously,” Darren pressed, “are there actually any people here?”

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