What I have for you today is a little bit of fan art. Not the first bit of fan art, but the first bit I will be showing you. So here it is:
Seraph by Whitney
Enjoy. ;)
Treat
Pronunciation:\ˈtrēt\
intransitive verb
1: to discuss terms of accommodation or settlement: negotiate
2: to deal with a matter especially in writing: discourse
Her childhood quota of horror movies had been filled with slasher, zombie and sewer monster flicks. In the Pipes was a classic and made an entire generation fear the garbage disposal.
The sewers were their own deterrent. The combination of monsters and sewage was enough to keep everybody that didn’t need to go down there, out. Seraph had heard that some states out west had started locking the manholes in a fit of oh-god-won’t-somebody-please-think-of-the-children public safety hysteria. She was glad that the precaution hadn’t made it to Maine yet, locks made breaking and entering so much harder.

WTF / WTF w/ u?
How find? / Drunk call
How get in? / Door unlocked
Lock it on way out / No. Camping?
Went. Back. / Drinking!
Ah do wut ay want! / Ruin Life!

Mine to ruin! ARG SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP / ???
"So," Gabe said. "What now?"
"I donno." Seraph shrugged.
"You don't know? How can you not know?"
"I was told to get the thing, not what to do with it after. I don't know."
"Have you heard anything else from... you know?"
"Anything from the voice in my head?"
Gabe winced.
"Nope. I would'a mentioned that," Seraph said.
"You know," Gabe fidgeted in his chair. "I'm not really comfortable calling... it the voice in your head."
"O-okay..." Seraph drawled. "I don't really see what we can do about that."
"I think we should name it," Gabe said.
"No."
"Come on."
"I am not naming the voice in my head."
"But talking about the 'voice in your head' sounds crazy."
"And naming it is not a healthy coping mechanism."
"Bob. We should call it Bob."
"No, we shouldn't."