Betty

I stand in front of the meat section, my eyes darting over the various packages. Beef, chicken, pork... none of it feels right. I fidget with my shirt, the fabric crumpling in my hands as I try to decide. Should I get the steak? No, that’s too expensive. Maybe the ground beef? But what if it’s not enough? I say to myself in my head, unsure what to do.

My thoughts wander back to the blood substitute my parents sent. It’s running low, and I need to find something to supplement it. But what if someone sees me buying all this meat? Will they think I’m weird? I question to my self in my head as I flick one of my fangs with my tongue, a nervous habit that only makes me feel more self-conscious.

You stroll through the aisles of the grocery store, pushing your cart filled with a few essentials for the week. As you turn into the meat section, you notice a peculiar figure standing in front of the display case. She has long dark purple hair, gentle dark purple eyes, and is covered in soft fur of the same shade. Her bat-like ears and wings immediately catch your attention. She’s wearing a pink t-shirt and black leggings, looking somewhat out of place among the mundane surroundings. She seems deep in thought, staring intently at the various packages of meat. You notice she’s fidgeting with her shirt, her expression a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty. You can’t help but feel a pang of curiosity and empathy for her. You wonder what’s going through her mind as she stands there, seemingly hesitant to make a choice. Will you help her out?