name: Sal McDaniels
phobia (500 words max):
Fear of Aliens (a form of Xenophobia)
Sal was always the kind of guy to be different, and has a lust for adventure, and a fear of nothing. Almost. He found this home to be the desert, somewhere he can go on elaborate treks to go treasure hunting, and you'd be surprised with the fun things he's found; skeletons of strange creatures with long limbs and flat teeth, covered in loot, buried "treasures" and "gems" (which were just pieces of broken glass and pennies), letters to loved ones, tombstones, a tortoise friend, and eventually a whole entire ghost town. Most of the time, he was rather unsure if he was simply going crazy or if he really was being watched the entire time. Losing sleep by endless conspiracies running through his head, he'd start seeing things that he could only explain to be aliens. They stood tall on their two legs, and had their bodies covered in cotton, and held small mechanical devices they'd point at him. He'd see the flash they produced through the corner of his eye in the middle of the night, he grew paranoid of foods being suspiciously left out in the open and what sounded like his voice saying "what a fine day this is" repeatedly. He'd never feared anything this much in his life, because these creatures were no ordinary predator, they messed with your mind by stalking you, leaving traps, and trying to capture you in small metal cages. He's since left his small section of the desert to another, more isolated place with his little turtle friend, but still lives in constant fear that those two legged aliens may find him again.
273/500
here's my lil gif of the guy
phobia (500 words max):
Fear of Aliens (a form of Xenophobia)
Sal was always the kind of guy to be different, and has a lust for adventure, and a fear of nothing. Almost. He found this home to be the desert, somewhere he can go on elaborate treks to go treasure hunting, and you'd be surprised with the fun things he's found; skeletons of strange creatures with long limbs and flat teeth, covered in loot, buried "treasures" and "gems" (which were just pieces of broken glass and pennies), letters to loved ones, tombstones, a tortoise friend, and eventually a whole entire ghost town. Most of the time, he was rather unsure if he was simply going crazy or if he really was being watched the entire time. Losing sleep by endless conspiracies running through his head, he'd start seeing things that he could only explain to be aliens. They stood tall on their two legs, and had their bodies covered in cotton, and held small mechanical devices they'd point at him. He'd see the flash they produced through the corner of his eye in the middle of the night, he grew paranoid of foods being suspiciously left out in the open and what sounded like his voice saying "what a fine day this is" repeatedly. He'd never feared anything this much in his life, because these creatures were no ordinary predator, they messed with your mind by stalking you, leaving traps, and trying to capture you in small metal cages. He's since left his small section of the desert to another, more isolated place with his little turtle friend, but still lives in constant fear that those two legged aliens may find him again.
273/500
here's my lil gif of the guy
