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6:00 P.M.
"C'mon, toss it here, Bowser!" Bowletta teases. "Shut up! Don't rush me!" he snaps back. He tosses the frisbee and misses... badly. It soars over Bowletta and lands in the forest behind them. "You really suck at frisbee." Bowletta states. Bowser huffs back "Shut up. Go get it. You were supposed to catch it in the first place." She skips happily into the forest despite thinking of torturous things she might do him when they get home. "Maybe I'll use a spell to turn his hair purple, or glue his mouth shut! Ah, Bowletta, you come up with the best torture methods!" she thinks to herself. She sees the frisbee, but that's not all she sees. There is a wild wolf sniffing at it. And it notices Bowletta.
Two minutes later, Bowser walks into the forest to look for the frisbee. Oh, yeah, and Bowletta. "Bowletta," he warns, "you better not be trying to scare me! You know I have a bad heart!" He continues grumbling to himself as he trudges around for her. He finally comes across Bowletta. She is petting and scratching the wild wolf, who doesn't seem to be all that wild. "Oh, hey, Bowser! I found the frisbee!" She holds up the neon blue frisbee and tosses it to him. He doesn't catch it because he's too busy wondering what the hell she's petting. "Uh... who's your furry... friend there?" Bowser asks, too afraid to even think about her response. "Oh, him...," she looks down at the wolf, who stands up on its four legs, "... I found him sniffing at the frisbee. Isn't he SO cute?!" She gets up from her leaning position and walks over to the Koopa King. "He can totally gouge your eyes out." she morbidly adds. Obviously weirded out, he takes a Shy Guy's mask and puts it on.
"Ok, I'm ready." "Ready for what, Bowz'?" Bowletta asks. "For when that thing attacks." Bowletta scoffs, "C'mon, he's completely harmless! Just look." She begins to pet the wolf, which starts to pant happily and wag its tail like a tame dog. Her hand strays too close to its short whiskers and it bites her. "OW!" The wolf, frightened by her cry of pain, darts off. "Bad wolfy! Ow..." Bowser shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "I told you it was going to attack! But nOoOoOoO, you just HAD to pet the wolf! Let's get home before you get rabies or something." He grabs her good hand and drags her home. "Bad wolfy..." And that was the first mistake.
6:42 P.M.
"Let me see it," Bowser says. He puts his hand out so he can take a look at Bowletta's. Bowletta, who misunderstood what he meant, says "Ok!" and strikes a pose. "Uh... I meant your hand. The one that got bit, I mean." She sheepishly chuckles and lets him look at the bite. "Ow." she winces. "It wouldn't hurt so much if you stopped moving around! Hmm... it seems it's not infected or anything. Let's bandage this just in case." He grabs the gauze and wraps it around her hand.
7:02 P.M.
"What's the matter? You haven't touched your steak at all! And it's raw! The way you like it!" Bowser says, concerned. Bowletta pushes her plate away from her and yawns out "I'm not hungry right now. I'm totally exhausted. I'm gonna crash early, Ok?" She grabs her blanket, a teddy bear, and her favorite sock monkey. "Yeah, sure, whatever." Bowser answers between bites and swallows. Bowletta trudges into the living room and lays on the couch and sleeps for the day and night.
10:09 A.M. (tomorrow)
Bowletta slovenly slumps into the kitchen, where Bowser has already made breakfast. "Morning, RedFoo." he greets, referring to how she has major bed head. "Huh?" She turns around and swipes the hair from her face, and to Bowser's horror, was a sick, pea soup green, and had beads of sweat clinging to her face. She coughs out "I don't feel so good..." Bowser jumps from his seat and takes a closer look. "Oh, God! You look horrible!" "Well, that's probably because I feel horrible."
"Ok, you need to get on the couch." Bowser insists. Bowletta replies in a sweet, English accent, "But I want to go outside." "Get on the couch." "Make me." they argue back and forth, until Bowser hoists Bowletta on his shoulder and carries her to the living room couch. "Why? Why do you want me on the couch?" she strains through her sore throat. Bowser lays her on the couch and answers "Oh, no! There is no way you're gonna spread some freak disease around, resulting in you and I ending up knee-deep in zombies!" Bowletta blows a few strand out of her face. "Wouldn't you be infected by said freak disease, oh wise one?" Bowser shakes his and admits "Yes, I would. As sick as it makes me to say this, I'm sacrificing myself for the sake of others... NOW SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, AND GET SOME REST!" He turns around to head back in the kitchen to finish his breakfast. Bowletta sticks her tongue out at him as he leaves. She then takes his advice and takes a nap. A rather long nap.
10:00 P.M.
Bowletta wakes up thirsty and hungry. In her high-pitched voice, she loudly whispers "Hey, Bowser, I'm hungry. Can I have soup?" Bowser pops in and says "Are you crazy? It's 10 at night!" Bowletta makes a puppy dog face and whimpers "Pwease? For me? For a sick wittle goil?" Bowser raises an eyebrow and rolls his eyes. "Ugh... fine, I'll make you soup. Happy?" Bowletta retorts "I'll be happy when I get my soup. And make it the same temperature as lava! I like it like that!" Bowser goes into the kitchen and quietly mimics her words while making a taunting face. Bowletta, waiting for her soup, wonders how her hand is doing. She unwraps the gauze from her bitten hand and squeals in horror. "Long... black... claws?!" She is well aware that her claws should be little and silvery white. Just then, Bowser walks into the room with her soup, unusually cheery. "Here's your soup! Same temp as lava! The way you like it!" He sets it down on a little tray and sets it on her lap. Bowletta hides her beastly clawed hand under her blanket and wraps the gauze around her bite. Then Bowser says the words she dreaded at the moment, "I'd also like to check your hand." Bowletta, stuttering, turns down his request. "Huh? Well, why not?" "Because I said so." "Give me your hand!" Bowletta fends Bowser off by swaying at him with her good hand. In her little fuss, she accidentally kicks the tray in the air. The tray lands harmlessly on the floor, but nobody could say the same for the bowl of scalding soup. It landed directly on Bowsers' head. "GAH! HOTHOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!" he screams as he runs into the other room, looking for a towel and burn ointment. Meanwhile, Bowletta, with her sharp teeth, bites her left hand, and wraps it with gauze, to make it appear that the left was the bitten hand. She hid her clawed hand under her blanket.
Bowser returns with burns on his face. Bowletta happily holds up her hand and says "Here you go!" Bowser just coldly glares at her and takes her hand and unwraps it. "Weird. It looks fresh." He shrugs and adds "It just needs more time to heal. Like my face." He leaves so he can go to sleep, alone in his room. Bowletta wipes the sweat off of her forehead and wraps the gauze over the correct hand and drifts off into sleep...
12:00 A.M.
Bowletta wakes up abruptly. She sits up and sees the moon from the window. She then feels excruciating pain. She shrieks with pain, but Bowser ignores her. "Just another night spaz attack..." he thinks to himself while covering his head with his pillow. That was the second mistake.
9:36 A.M. (tomorrow)
Bowser is watching T.V. after Bowletta has woken up. After she finishes breakfast, Bowser asks her how she's doing. "Actually, I feel great! Better than ever!" Bowser smiles, a rare thing, and turns to the local news channel. "Breaking news! The town was left ravaged last night! Witnesses of the destruction and mayhem reported sounds of howling and panting. An unnamed local claims to know the identity of the assailant, but police are checking alibis and so-called photos of the assailant. This is the only plausible photo that the police can work with" On the T.V., a blurry photo of the vandal is seen. The eyes are glowing a pinkish color, and nothing else is visible but the body outline. "Those eyes..." Bowser looks over to Bowletta. "Her eyes glow in the dark... but she was sick... was she faking it?" he wonders.