Su te spékyo, everyone; good to see you.

This is just a quick little Author's Note before you read on; don't worry; I promise it's relatively short.

So, I've been sitting on these two chapters for a while, and I figured I'd post them here. I have no interest in finishing this story, and they don't do me any good just collecting dust on my laptop.

Long story short, I've decided to post what little I've already made. As I previously stated, I have no interest in this anymore and do not expect that to change in the near future. I may come back to this if it catches my eye, but I don't want to get your hopes up. Don't expect updates anytime this decade.

Wow, that was pessimistic of me. On the bright side, if someone actually thinks this is worth continuing and want to do so, they have my explicit permission to do so. After all, I don't own ARK: Survival Evolved, nor am I Bill Watterson and the owner of Calvin & Hobbes. I guarantee there'd be more comics coming out if I was.

Anywho, I think I've kept you long enough, dear reader. Enjoy these two chapters, and I look forward to the two, maybe three reviews.

Te pákstu,

Silver Scale

"Freedom!" Calvin cheered as he leaped off the bus, Susie Derkins calmly stepping down behind him. Tearing down the sidewalk towards his house, he turned the corner to see that Susie was following him, for some reason. He slowed to a walk and turned around to face her. "This walk leads to my house," he said, confused and a little suspicious.

"I know," she replied nonchalantly as if she was confirming that the home they were approaching was indeed the Mitchell household. This resulted in Calvin once again breaking into a run, somehow even faster this time. Susie took off behind him, but couldn't even come close to matching Calvin's speed.

After some time of running, Susie had to stop. "How… pant pant… can someone with such short legs… pant pant… run so fast‽" she asked in between breaths as she shambled around a corner, only to come face-to-face with the blonde. She jumped back, startled. "Speak… of the devil," she panted.

"And he will come," Calvin replied, clearly irritated. "Your house is over there," he said, pointing across the street towards the Derkins household. "Want me to draw you a map of how to get there?"

"Obviously I'm not going to my house."

"It's a lot more obvious that you're not coming to my house."

"I have to," Susie growled, pinching her nose in frustration. "I have to stay with you until my mom gets home." As she expected, Calvin did not take this well.

"What‽" he exclaimed, recoiling in shock. "Says who?" Susie was caught off guard for a moment. She hadn't expected Calvin's mom to leave him in the dark about this. Then Susie remembered that this was Calvin, and suddenly she understood; had Calvin known of her coming ahead of time, Susie probably wouldn't have been able to take two steps in the Mitchell household without triggering at least three separate traps.

"My mom," Susie shouted back. "And your mom! You think I made this up? You think I want to be here‽"

"W-well," Calvin said, scrambling for a way to keep Susie out of his house. "It's my mom's rule that you can sit in our yard, but you can't come in our house." This feeble attempt availed him nothing except a death glare from Susie.

"Your mom didn't say that!" she shouted, before charging past Calvin toward the door. Fortunately for Calvin, all those football games with Hobbes had made him quite the sprinter. Despite the short distance, he easily darted around Susie before stopping with his arms spread in front of the door; a desperate bid to prevent her entry. This did nothing to quell Susie's anger – not that he was trying.

"Let me in!" Susie demanded, grappling with her spiky-haired rival. "Your mom said I could stay here!"

But once again, Calvin's feline friend had helped his physicality quite a bit, specifically, his strength from constantly wrestling Hobbes every time they got into fights. "No! Go away!" he growled back. "You can wait in a tree." He shoved her down the porch and threw the door open. However, in his haste to get inside before Susie, he had completely forgotten about a big orange surprise waiting for him every day. He didn't even have time to scream.

POW!

Hobbes flew out the door, engulfing Calvin in a tackle that would give any NFL player an inferiority complex. The pair crashed into the dirt, creating their daily impact in the front yard. Calvin wrestled with his feline friend, which seeing how the tiger was just shy of three hundred pounds, was no small feat.

After grappling with Hobbes for about a minute and a half, Calvin finally managed to crawl out of the crater, gasping for breath… and stared face-to-face with Susie, who was just sitting there watching with her mouth agape in shock. No surprise there, Calvin thought. He was covered in scrapes, cuts, probably a black eye or two, and maybe a few bruised ribs.

"H-how…" she stammered, numbly pointing a finger at the crater Calvin had just crawled out of. "How did that happen‽" she cried, somehow not noticing how badly he was injured. "Y-you opened the door…" she gestured with an open hand at the open doorway. "A-and then… you're there!" Her hands shifted to frame the small crater in the front yard.

"And now I'm here," Calvin muttered. "Thanks, Captain Obvious." Susie's stammering was starting to get on his nerves, so Calvin opened his lunchbox and splashed her with the water balloon he had hidden inside. She squealed in shock and fell onto the grass.

"Thanks," Susie said quietly after a moment of silence. "I needed that." Calvin just smirked at her. He proceeded to drag Hobbes out of the impact, which unfortunately dropped Susie right back into her thoughts.

"How did you do that‽" she screamed at him, causing him to drop the tiger in shock.

"What do you mean?" Calvin replied, dusting himself off. "He always does that."

Susie just stared at him. "Every day?"

"Eeyup."

"How‽" Susie exclaimed, her logical brain refusing to acknowledge this. "It's a stuffed animal! There's no way-"