It was a mistake to go outside again, you know that now. But it was a celebration, and you really wanted a nice pie. You were right outside the bakery when you realized they had found you; and you caught them staring with their wide, unblinking eyes; and the whole walk home, they were always there, swimming up alongside, darting ahead, looking behind. Finally you couldn't stand it any more and ducked into this alley, where whatever happens next, at least there won't be any witnesses to shake their heads and frown and pretend to be shocked, like the last time. No, this time, those fishy bastards are finally going to get what's coming to them.
Notes
19th place (out of 27) in the 13th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.