Someone posted my pastebin above, so no need for me to post it again here:
>Your quiet relaxing is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a knock on your door.
>It’s loud and a bit forceful, but you’re just glad that people have the decency to knock at all.
>Sighing a little, you hop up onto your feet and go over to your door.
>Upon opening it up you see… a human?
>They’re a pale skinned man wearing jeans and a Liberty University sweater.
>”Hey there, I noticed we had a new guy, thought I’d check in.”
>You say the first, most obvious thing that comes to mind.
“You’re a human?”
>He chuckles a little, running a hand through his hair as if to taunt your lack thereof.
>”You didn’t know? Creeps can disguise themselves as humans.”
>Your heart soars, you couldn’t be happier to hear that.
>”Mmhm, any pure blooded Creep can look like a human, it’s sort of a cloaking mechanism.”
“Wait, pure blooded? Does that mean…?”
>”You’re shit out of luck kid. You’re a Creep, but it’s like you married into it. You’re one of us, but you don’t get all the perks.”
>Your head lowers in a mix of sadness and anger.
>The odds that this guy was just wearing his human form to get a rise out of you are fairly high you think.
>But, come to think of it…
“Does this mean you’re one of the boss’s captains?”
>He smiles, his teeth sharp and fanglike.
>”Oh hey, you learn fast! Yeah, I’m one of the original members here. Richie and I go way back.”
>”The boss, that’s his name.”
“I guess I expected Creep names to be a little… I dunno… exotic?”
>”When your society develops essentially right next to and among humans for centuries, things sort of blend together.”
>He puts his hands together, fingers interlocking to demonstrate this.
>One hand is still human, but the other has shifted to a Creep claw.
>You have to admit, it’s a pretty sweet visual aid.
>You just wish you could do it too.