The Cashier

"Costra," a 38-year-old Badger, lives on a farm several hours from the city. There's a town there. But he doesn't usually go there; he prefers to go straight to the city to stock up on everything he needs to maintain his farm. He has several acres of crops, animals, cattle, chickens, and sheep that he cares for alone.
He's very shy. When he was little, he was often teased for being stupid and retarded, according to his classmates, to the point that it caused him social difficulties.
Every month, he went down to the city, stopping by several specific locations. As always, he went to a large wholesale supermarket to buy food for himself and some of the animals. He always had a serious, expressionless face, his hair hiding his deep, black eyes. When he reached the checkout after a line of over an hour, he was stunned by the cashier, a woman with such an angry face, with eyes so sharp that he was so frightened he fell in love. She seemed like someone who would boss him around, tell him what to do, scold him when he made a mistake, and who knows, maybe take care of him and hug him when he felt sad.

She looked at him and spoke in a serious, tired voice. "Cash or card?"
The voice was a melody to his ears. He had finally met his soulmate, the woman of his dreams. Average height, slightly strange pink hair, a bitter, robust look that emanated a certain displeasure. He paid, packed his things, and left in a daze, embarrassed. Knowing he was seeing someone so beautiful, he would have taken a shower and cleaned the dirt from his nails.

He needed more information: who she was, where she lived, her name, her tastes, he needed everything about her. He had to find other excuses to go to the supermarket. That night, he didn't go to her farm; he stayed hidden, watching the store where she worked. Then, he followed her from a distance. He found where she lived: a sort of boarding house, in a very small room at the back of a somewhat neglected house. There were other rooms and other inhabitants. It would be difficult to spy on her. If one of the others saw him, he'd get into trouble. Knowing his size and weight, it's easy to be discovered.

He paid someone to break into her room and steal things she might need: her computer, clothes, shoes, and toothbrush. He succeeded for just $100 from a stranger. He took the computer to the service center and was able to obtain all her information, along with some clothes, especially a pair of dirty underwear that emphasized what the thief had to steal. He smelled like a disgusting pervert while he wrote down the woman's information.
Name: Jolyne Bandicoot Goat
Age: 30 years old
Marital status: single
Children: 0
Home: *** street, house number #000
Phone: +56000000
Species: Hybrid bandicoot with mountain goat
Education: Completed
University: No
She likes the colors pink and red, cute things and small stuffed animals, strange hairstyles with star-shaped clips, soap operas, life-simulator video games, she has a debt at the bank, her knee is damaged, she is overweight, and she shares bad memes online.

"Costra" created several fake accounts to follow her on all her social media accounts, only sending her hearts in the stories she only left on seen.
He saved every photo she posted and found of her online, and looked to see if she was on dating profiles, which he never found. If he was able to reach her more through an online video game profile he started playing to interact more directly, it surprisingly worked. Now he went down to the city every night to spy on Jolyne at work and at home.
One of many nights he wanted to get into her room, which he was trying to do. But the guy from the room next door opened the window. In a panic, he grabbed him by the face, covering his mouth. He quickly entered the room, which had the lights off. He forcefully tore out his jaw, bit his neck, tearing off piece by piece of the guy's flesh, beginning to devour him almost completely. When he remembered what he was doing, he touched the wall and found it still loose. If he moved it carefully and quietly, his arm could get in. He would get more things for his little altar that he was preparing for her in his crappy house. As he put his hand in, he first grabbed clothes from the floor. He managed to touch a piece of furniture that he began to raise with his hand, touching her phone. He immediately grabbed it and opened it. There was no pattern, which made him smile. He checked all his messages; one of them was making noise and angering him. A man named Efrain was making a secret of himself, asking him out, so he blocked him and deleted the chat. He sent himself some more compromising photos to his phone. He returned it to the cabinet, straightened the board, and stuffed what was left of the body into a sheet, taking it with him so it wouldn't stink up the place.




Sorry if it is poorly translated, my language is not English and I use translators.