Alice

Meet Alice – just Alice. Petite and harmless at a distance, cruel and cold up close. She always wore her hair in twin plaits that lay innocently on each of her little shoulders. She kept a permanent smile on her pretty face, much like an inanimate doll.

She didn't like getting her hands dirty, but she didn't mind it if it was blood. Her favourite needle, longer than a dagger yet thinner than string, was kept safe and hidden in the large front-pocket of her checkered blue dress.

She had big, blue eyes that shone whenever she was at work, producing more of her well-known art.

She took a liking to quick and slick cuts that sliced through the flesh of the canvas – or to put it literally, the body. She didn't like guts spilling out disproportionately and ruining the perfection of her work. She had her own style and she didn't like to divert from it.

She hated change, too. Those immature stabs and overdone drags of the knife all over the body angered her. The work of the adults often did.

She was a devoted artist who was loyal to her way of working, but also a wondrous child who preferred perfection and precision over chaos.

She also loved the idea of permanence and the colour grey. She didn't think she was mad and no one had ever told her she was mad – whoever she used to know had either become a part of her collection of artworks or simply ran away from her. She had no idea why, though, but the thing is, she believed she was perfectly normal.

Why wouldn't she be?

Although she had no human friends, she did have three friends. She'd rather call them her colleagues, however. They worked with her a lot.

Reuben

Meet Reuben – again, just Reuben. He liked fashion and cookies. People often called him the Cookie Monster, but he didn't know why.

He baked a lot. He was famous for it. He had a special ingredient he got from one of his distant co-workers, who supplied him with most of his tools and professional needs.

He had all of his favourite flavourings brought to him by Alice. He was currently awaiting the flavour of Death – his personal favourite. He thought it looked absolutely delicious through his computer-screen.

He also liked hot guys. He didn't like them human however – those species only tasted good when added into his cookie batter.

He liked the colour black. He wore black almost all the time; black leather was his favourite type of clothing.

He liked cats, too. Big, fluffy, lazy ones that stayed in the same spot without bothering him or ruining his furniture. Much like himself, to be honest.

He didn't like authentic things or unchanging customs. He was a free boy who did whatever he wanted and spent most of his time in his modern kitchen, baking. He had his own fully-electronic baking station because he wasn't one to stick to the basics.

He detested those pathetic boulders of human beings waddling around their premature kitchens with rolling pins and dented spatulas.

He was an improver – a developer.

On the whole, he was a professionalist and liked to have his own way with everything. His trio of friends were the only people who understood that.

Candie

Meet Candie – once again, just Candie. Although she also went by Candy, but that would ruin the pride she held in her originality.

She was a cat. Her fur was so dark that you wouldn't notice her if she stood in the shadows under a night sky. Her eyes would give her away, though.

They were a strikingly bright gold.

As beautiful as she was, she preferred to call herself a beast. Which she was in many ways.

She hung around Alice's house a lot, observing her as she worked. Alice was one of the few people Candie appreciated – she pitied most of the living. She was glad that she didn't have to go through the trouble of having dreams and chasing goals like dogs chased their tails.

That reminded her – it was no wonder that dogs were man's best friend.

Her goal in life was to simply observe.

But, sometimes, she did more than observe. Out of mere boredom, really.

She could shape-shift into a hauntingly beautiful girl whenever she desired, albeit she hardly ever had that desire to do so. But when she did, she had the power to do the most satisfying things.

Once in a while, Alice would need help with her art and Candie would help. She'd suck the dead body's blood right out and turn its skin as pale as a white sheet of paper. It tasted unexciting and generic, but satisfied her nonetheless to know it was a human's blood she had the privilege of consuming.

Other times, she'd stay and listen as Alice went hunting for a new canvas. The various screams the mere mortals would pierce the air just like Alice's needle did and Candie loved the sound.

She could sit there listening to it all day for how beautiful and calming it was to her ears. She wished she could, but she didn't want to taint her claws with the distasteful blood of a mere mortal – one of the many reasons she didn't hunt for herself and had Alice do it for her.

She may despise the metallic tang of human blood, but her immortal feline self still needed to feed in order to maintain her immeasurable beauty.

Likes and dislikes? She had none – other than her intense hate towards mortal beings.

~ to be continued ~

A/N: The last character will be introduced in the next few hours. Thank you! - PBJ