[h2][color=yellow]Ill Met by Moonlight[/color][/h2]
If anyone were to head into the park that night they would have discovered a very strange sight. A massive pile of cans were on the ground in front of a vending machine missing its whole top half which had been torn off and tossed aside.

At the very top of the pile, a very strange creature sat, gulping down the last drink.

[b][color=yellow]"Phew!"[/color][/b] It said, sighing in contentment. He hopped off the pile and trotted along the path. [b][color=yellow]"I can't believe I drank all of that..."[/color][/b]

He'd never seen a vending machine before and he'd never drunken anything from a can before. He'd found out it tasted really good and before he knew it he'd drank everything already. He stopped by some inconspicuous looking bushes and jumped into them, coming out with the one thing that made them perhaps the strangest duo in existence.

[b]"Life is a relentless torrent of filth and-"[/b] But before it could finish, he snapped it up with his jaws and flipped it onto his head. It landed with a small [i]splat![/i] and stuck there.

He'd quickly learned to ignore the blobfish when it started talking because none of what it said ever made any sense.

[b][color=yellow]"What should I do next?"[/color][/b] He said.

He didn't have many chances to run around in the human world, he had to make the most of every chance he got. He knew there were some Youkai that stayed in the human world but he didn't have anywhere to go so he didn't. There were so many things in the human world too, it was just a shame he'd never been in it during the day time.

[b][color=yellow]"Hmmm...?"[/color][/b] He said, [b][color=yellow]"What's that?"[/color][/b]

In a nearby alleyway, he could see there was a back door open. It had large claw marks around where the handle should be... The claw marks looked like they belonged to a large werewolf of some description. He trotted along towards it.

When he reached it, he looked inside and found some kind of kitchen, completely ransacked. There was another busted door with trails of blood coming out of it and scraps of raw meat strewn around the place.

A howl cut through the night and he ran out to see a large furry figure dashing off, probably in search of more food.

[b][color=yellow]"Hmmm... Maybe this will lead to something interesting!"[/color][/b] He said.

He flipped the blobfish off his head and clamped onto it with his jaws. Having the blobfish on his head would lower his aerodynamic-ness (aerodynamiosity?), and he needed to run fast. His merry trot turned into a fast trot, in chase of what would surely end up as more than just a trivial pursuit.