This is my very first fan fiction. Critic is welcome, but don't be a hater. I substitute cuss words out of habit.
It was a dark night at the Blakk citadel, and there was a lithe figure creeping around halls. It stealthily snuck past all of Dr. Blakk's henchmen and lackeys and crept its way into the pitch black kitchen. When it entered the room the lights flipped on; revealing the tall, pale, muscular man waiting for it.
"Hey there dad," I said.
"Amanda," he replied. I could tell just by looking at him to know that he was annoyed. Not paying attention to the fact that I did this every night. Hey, I get hungry! Dad pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed; this always annoys the crud out of me, "What are you ashamed of me because I get hungry or something!?"
"You know thlat not the case," he said evenly, "it just annoys me that you can't wait until the morning to eat at breakfast."
"I can't sleep when I'm hungry and you know it," I argued and as I started to eating some leftovers. After about three bites I retorted, "Besides, you don't seem to care how I feel about you spending almost all your time planning to rid Slug Terra of that Shane boy. Or all those ghouls of yours."
"Those are both completely different matters and you know it!" He yelled at me as I put my plate in the sink.
"HOW?" I yelled even louder than he had, "Please do enlighten me of how this is any different than putting something else in front of your own daughter! Your own flesh and blood! Because I am sick and tired of your habit to do that!" and then I stormed out the large building in the darkness of night in only my pajamas with bare feet.