The stranger walked around a dark, sleeping city. There were few people out on the streets, but whenever the man encountered someone, their jaw dropped and they passed out in front of Him. But that wasn't unique to the people here. Everywhere He'd ever been, this is how His interactions with other people went.
Sometimes, the hormones in His body made Him seek it out, and He would force people to look into His eyes just so He could see the expression on their faces. In those moments, He tried to imagine what they might be going through, and it was the closest He could ever come to feeling something.
Other times, He wanted nothing more than to be left alone, and He would blend in with the crowd to avoid attention.
As He stepped over the body of the latest person who'd fainted at the sight of Him, the stranger laid His eyes on a large theater building in the distance. Whatever His goal in life may have been, His current path was leading Him to that building, so He marched on ahead.
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Only half of the venue's seats were filled, and the stranger was able to take place in the back, with no one else nearby. The play was already halfway done, and the all-female cast was made up of albino creatures like the ones outside, but far shorter in stature and probably half His size.
The man had a hard time paying attention to the show. Instead, He focused on the audience members. Unlike Him, they were enjoying the show, and their bodies probably weren't screaming at them. The man was jealous, and the noise coming from His body only increased, like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Half an hour later, some of the audience members' heads had already exploded. The people in this room must've already started going crazy, because the play was still going. Every time someone died, the man moved on to someone else to focus on, feeding His jealousy even more. Another half hour passed and the play only grew stranger. The man wasn't paying attention to the plot at all, but even He could tell that the cast were losing their minds.
The more time passed, the more audience members lost their lives through either dismemberment or combustion of various limbs. Even some of the performers suffered this fate if they did something the man didn't like. This was going to end up like it always did. The man moved to the front row and waved any remaining audience members goodbye with His left hand.
He didn't need to do anything to exercise control over the remaining performers. It was a natural consequence of His presence among mortals. Their mental state had changed so gradually throughout the past hour that they no longer went insane like most people did when they laid their eyes on Him for the first time.
The man was starting to find this pathetic. The performers were like scared monkeys dancing for their lives, and the man hated it. Every cell in His body screamed at Him again as He took out His anger on the person in front, reducing their body to a pool of liquid that coated most of the stage.
After some pause from the whole cast, some off-stage performers started singing again from behind the curtain, and it took a while before the stage's décor rotated all the way to reveal them. Two little ones and one normal-sized one. The latter caught the man's attention, as she did not belong to the same species of small pale creatures as the rest of the performers. This one had a normal skin tone and height, like a human. When the song ended, the spotlights turned on, revealing the girl's unnatural silver hair.
"Huh?" the girl muttered as she looked around, like she didn't belong here.
After studying the stage like it was her first time seeing it, her eyes went to the audience. To Him. There was something different about this one, like she wasn't affected by His presence at all. This intrigued the man. The last thing He wanted to do was kill her, and instead He sat back and waited to see what she'd do next.