Shoggy part 1.5

	re-wrote some of shoggy part 1 in first person. still an exposition dump:

	An average day, it had been just that, an average day. Nothing had happened at work worth of note, nothing on the way home. My usual shift was the late one, leave for work around an hour past noon and get home late at around 9 or so. My average day took a rather strange turn sometime around the time as I got through the door to my small 1 bed, 1 bath apartment. Coming through the door, I felt something wasn't quite right. My mind tried to sort this strange feeling as I looked around. It takes a few seconds to sink in, but I've started to grasp exactly what is wrong, someone had been in here after I left for work. I start having concerns as I look for a way someone could have broken in, my door being locked as usual when I had gotten to it. I dug into my pockets, fishing out my keys and positioning them in my right hand as a makeshift set of spiked knuckles, the few keys on the keyring poking out between my fingers. While the main room itself was well lit, the main issue was the fact that every room in the apartment was connected to the main room by a doorframe at the very least and those rooms were for the most part pitch black. With my makeshift weapon in hand, I start a makeshift sweep of the apartment in a clockwise motion in case someone is still hiding in one of the darkened rooms.

	My first stop was the kitchen, as it was the closest 'room' to the entrance of my apartment. Hugging the left wall in an attempt to try and thwart any potential attacks from behind I poked my head through the doorframe leading into the kitchen, some of the light from the main room spilling in made it a bit less darkened, but I still found it hard to make out everything inside. Flipping the lightswitch and readying myself for a worst case scenario I find nothing, which unsettles me as my mind registers what is wrong with the picture before me. Dishes in the sink are either drying or put away, the counters look clean. Someone was definetly in here while I was away I think to myself, moving onto the bathroom. Again the same motions; lights on, survey, take notes and again I find the same thing, the room has been cleaned. My fruitless search only leaves two rooms left; My bedroom and the living room. My mind begins to race as I approach the bedroom, bits of me scremaing out to get out of the apartment and get some help from the authorities. I shoved those aside, this was MY apartment, MY sanctuary and I was going to make sure no one would violate that sanctity.

	My approach to the bedroom is halted as my ears pick up a noise from within, a faint hum. My brow creased as I worked out what could make the noise, as it was too low to be my computer's shoddy cooling system, it sounded more like someone humming a song. More importantly it sounded rather, well feminie for lack of a better word. I try to best to piece together why someone would be humming, but I push that question to the side with the reasoning of whoever is inside my room is proud of whatever they're about to take. I get as close as I can to the doorframe, making sure I don't cast a shadow in the light that is bleeding into the blackness. Motionless I run the scenario through my mind in an attempt to psyche myself up, it works. With a loud bestial roar I jump into the door frame, flipping on the lights and readying myself against the would be assailant. Whoever this person was had turned their back to me and my little act had scared them as they seemed to jump as I screamed. The adrenaline coursing through my body pushes me forward, pushing me into the "fight" response. My attack however skidsto a halt as I finally get a good look at the burglar, it's a young woman, but something about her is off, not quite human.

	As I stand there looking at the woman in front of me is that she's wearing a maid outfit, but it feels off somehow. The dress seems to shimmer as if the stuff it's made of is alive. Weirder still I notice that parts of the outfit seem to open up and reveal what I mistook at first as glowing yellow lights. I shook my head as I felt that the lights seem to be watching me, as if they were eyes and not lights. It takes me a moment to realize her face is a light shade of purple and it's not just my eyes playing tricks on me, a second glace confirms that it wasn't a trick of the light. Her hair seemed to just be a darker shade of purple, the same yellow 'eyes' poking out sparesly there as well. The only normal thing on her was her face, aside from her seemingly glowing yellow eyes, an observation that made me realize the 'lights' on her body weren't actually lights.