Regular Show Humans Novels & Stories

Not frightening. Reflective Human The Unmade Watches Humanity’s Memories Continue Children growing older. People failing and trying again. Hands reaching for each other despite fear. Tiny lives Tiny moments Still changing the universe Theodore suddenly speaks again “You know…” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Humans are kind of terrible at existing.” Aurelion laughs softly “That is true.” Theodore continues: “We panic constantly. We mess things up. We hurt each other sometimes.” A pause. “But we keep caring anyway.”

I am looking forward to the HUMSS concept. Humanistas are positioned in the center of the gym. Their costume now is much better than before. They are wearing shorts with their uniformed shirt. Their shirt is glowing in the dark the reason why the gym is covered to block the lights coming from outside. They are wearing thigh-high socks, white shoes, and an elastic headband on their forehead. Their hair is also dyed. Look how fast they came up with a new concept? Humanistas are exceptional. I saw them with a colored powder and I know they will throw it once they do their stunts.

Humans are oblivious to all of it. “Silas, television and movies have helped us. Humans are so confused by science fiction they won’t believe the truth even if it hits them in the face.” I frown, but he won’t budge. It is our first real argument and the passages grow silent as Silas and I end it all in a screaming row over what humans believe.

If I didn’t have her, no one would. “I prepared entertainments for all of us,” said the mad scientist, a noble no one knew where he got from. I personally avoid him but today, he insisted I would find enlightenment in his activity. “Today, we will have a game of hunt. It is less challenging using normal prey. So I decided to change my tactics to humans. Rejoice, my friends, for today it will be as pleasant as ever,” he raised his arms in the air with an expression of contentment.

But before she could ask what he meant, she found herself turning back to watch the escapade. For a second, she felt bad for the poor woman, who still adamantly declined to take the stage and sing. She obviously didn’t want to sing. But then the woman stood. Maybe she would get up there after all. Aravella reached for her beer, took a sip, and, for the first time tonight, felt a little normal. The atmosphere seemed to envelop her, as if she was meant to be there. A much-needed sense of contentment filled her. The talking, the laughter, the smell of drinks and salty, roasted peanuts. It made her feel oddly better. This was a good idea-a good distraction. Tomorrow she’d return to her research

finally called him, he stepped forward and took hold of the microphone. "Good evening, everyone. Congratulations to those who have found their mates," he addressed the crowd, looking around the hall. "If you aren't already aware, it's time you became aware. Humans are part of our existence, as are other creatures you may contemplate. Yes, that is the truth, and I won't hide it from you. We should not be at war with humans. They are not our enemies,

Do they really expect me to sell my pack to a human? I could feel my skin prickle, indicating my wolf was on the verge of taking over. A human claiming rights to a wolf pack is unheard of. We would be the laughingstock of the entire supernatural species if we went through with this. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?" I scream out, barely managing to keep my wolf from forcing a shift. My betas instantly take a knee before me as they bend their heads toward the ground, showing their necks in submission. My alpha aura washed throughout the room, forcing them to submit.

"Yeah, so they're just checking out the room now to make sure there are no cameras or anything." "C-Cameras?" What the fuck? "Yeah, you know humans. They're fucking creeps sometimes." She says it so casually that I'm struck with wonder. Does the Soleus pack interact with humans a lot? Truth be told, I rarely have, aside from the occasional trips into town back in Redwood where all of us are treated like pariahs. I think a lot of the time, humans see self-sustaining groups of people and automatically assume "cult." Which has always been fine with shifters—at least we get left alone.

"Of all the people I wasn't expecting to see, YOU are definitely not one I would've expected to come across." Halo said. The lady across from us smiled. I knew she was blind, but it felt as if she could see us or see right through us. "You know me... I'm always keeping you on your toes." She said. The lady and Halo both chuckled. The lady bowed in reverence. "It's an honor to be in your presence once more, alpha." The lady said. "The honor is all mine, Divine." Halo said, and right after that, both wolves fell back as us humans came forward. I looked at all the new people as they stared at me in awe. I sighed out.

"It is called programs. Their leaders are programing the humans like brainwashing. I think they do this because that way, everyone acts the same. It appears that being different isn't welcome." "That sounds dangerous." Norwell waved for Chasm to hand her the plate. "What is it that you are watching on this program?" "It's a silly story about six humans in a place where they buy beverages and sit on a couch." Chasm traced the thick muscles of Rhylent's calf while Norwell's golden eyes studied the characters on the screen. "The program doesn't appear to have a point, and it's mostly conversation, but Sloan and Murry thought the show would help with how I interact with humans. Jazz said this wa