Cohost Sapphic September 2024 writing prompt: 12 — Girls who speak softly
“〰〰〰〰〰〰,” Shy Baby said, big-eyed and lost-looking, hands folded in her lap.
“Are,” Glitz says cautiously, “are we sure she’s a supervillain? Because she looks honestly pretty pathetic? Like a small-town teenager who’s just got off the bus in the big city for the first time, and realised they’ve maybe made a mistake.”
“Yeah,” John Shift deadpans, “not like the terrifying evil of that one puppygirl.”
“Get fucked, John,” Glitz says.
“〰〰〰〰 〰〰 〰〰〰〰〰〰?” Shy Baby mumbles, shrinking in on herself, glancing between them.
They look at her.
“Granted,” John relents, “at least this one’s probably had her shots—”
“Get fucked, John.”
“Better let me go first,” John says. “You know. In case someone gets bitten—”
“I swear one day I’m gonna push you under a bus and say a bad guy did it,” Glitz says crossly.
John shakes his head sadly. “The things you’re willing to pin on that puppygirl,” he tuts, and reaches out to Shy Baby. “Hi, Miss, I’m a costume with—”
“HA HA!” Shy Baby says triumphantly, grabs his arm, opens an inhumanly vast mouth full of sharp teeth, and chomps in a way that engulfs him from mid-forearm to bicep, then releases him and vaults a nearby wall to make her getaway.
“Fuck!” John says, clutching his multiply-needle-punctured blood-welling arm.
“S’gonna need a rabies shot,” Glitz tosses over her shoulder with mock sympathy as she hauls herself up the wall in pursuit.
