We're known in all the wrong places. We're some of those faces that you'll never forget. And those who adore us cannot ignore us. We're placing a bet; we could be real shallow if we tried. But there's so much more to us than meets the eye. Our manner can be misconstrued as trite. We're irrepressible - creatures of the night. Those rag dolls don't tell our whole story - we live for the glory of turning your head. And while we have your attention, we'd kill for a menton in the popular press. We're the hold mother of invention. We're so hip we never needed to try. The perfect cure for your anal retention. We're unforgetable; creatures of desire....

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"What an eerie night for a stroll in the park, don't you agree?" a sinister looking young teen asked the rather short figure standing beside her.

The shorter figure's ears perked in delight as the cresent moon shown down upon him. His teeth glistened with the emanence of radioactivity but showed no vital signs of being weakend by it. He turned his attention to the teen.

"Mika you know an eerie night is the only night perfect for taking said stroll. It would be a waste otherwise to parade out in the daytime."

Mika, the teen, stared promptly at the sky. Her hazel eyes and jagged black hair shone brightly as the moon became unveiled by the cloud it was previously hiding behind.

"I do believe we should take our leave dearest Stitchmon." she said to the shorter figure.

Stitchmon looked for any signs of existance then hoped up on his partner's right shoulder. The girl began to walk down the path that lead through the local park. She climbed ontop of the dinosaur like jungle gym and sat ontop of it, staring out into the vast darkness. Stitchmon took a seat on her lap and stared with her.

"Silence is beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured to her companion.

Stitchmon nodded slightly in agreement.

"It is."

Suddenly, their was an eerie light that pierced the precious darkness. Mika quickly withdrew with Stitchmon into the hollow dinosaur jungle gym as a cop came by. He noticed the racket and caught a glimpse of Mika's black and white striped stockings.

"Who's there? You're not allowed in the park after midnight." he called out firmly.

The two did not make a sound as the officer came close to the jungle gym.

"Come out of there, I know someone's in there!" he said with an angered tone amongst him.

Mika hissed violently as the officer shined his flashlight in on them. Stitchmon grew quite irritable as his eyes were not accustomed to such radiance. Mika grew angered and turned to Stitchmon.

"Attack." she commanded simply.

As quick as an arrow shot from a bow, Stitchmon launched himself at the officer and latched himself onto his face. The officer screamed in terror as Stitchmon began to claw his face to shreads. Mika poked her head out of the tiny window to watch, smirking with insanity glimmering in her eyes.

"This is my kind of night."

The officer's screams faded slowly as Stitchmon finished him. He licked his blood-stained claws and shuffled back over to Mika who was climbing out of the jungle gym. She approached the officer whose face was so badly torn and bloody that it was nearly impossible to recognize him. She dipped her right pointer finger into the expanding pool of blood and licked it.

"It looks like we've added another mishap to our Domestic Fucker Family." she said between an evil giggle.

The giggle turned into a laugh and the laugh echoed throughout the night.