There aren't enough of them. *ponders playing in 'Pets*
I had the darkest fic idea last night and the more I thought about it, the more it took a hold. I mean just think about it - you're the last of your kind. That has to effect you in some way yer?
I know personally I can only bottle things up for so long before I explode. And I do idiotic things like smash plates and throw things and storm off.
So now I'm actually writing this... rather disturbing piece of fiction. I've never written anything so dark and it's really hard to do. Not in the least because I like the characters.
*worries*
