Infected
~Prologue~
The cool breeze swept over Happy Tree Town, rustling the trees' leaves and even pulling some off. Said fallen leaves followed the wind's current as long as they were allowed, before gently falling to the ground. The leaves laid there, sometimes rolling this way or that when another soft breeze passed by. The stars in this night sky seemed to shine so brightly, as the moon's glower was cast upon the small town. Sniffles took off his glasses and opened his window. Tonight, he was going to see a famous tree friend. He smiled as he left a game of chess set up on his window sill. After taking one last look outside, he crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin as he felt the cool night's breeze enter his open window.
An hour must have passed before he heard a tree friend outside in his tree. He smiled as they drew closer to his window.
"A game of chess," spoke the soft voice of his guest. "How wonderful! This shall be a great treat!"
The soul admired the game pieces, before finally choosing a piece and moving it. At the sound of the piece being set down, Sniffles shot up, looking at his guest with a smile.
"Hello, Milo," Sniffles spoke, sitting cross legged at the edge of his bed. The feline, Milo as he was called, just stayed in the tree, both admiring each other. Sniffles was surprised at the male's appearance. A pure white feline, wearing a white hoodie with his hood drawn up, as a black Japanese symbol was written on the chest. His eyes were pure black, as his heart-shaped nose was light gray in color. Though, he seemed to lack a mouth. But, surely he could talk! He heard him!
"Hello, Sniffles. Beautiful night, isn't it?" replied the feline. Seeing Milo talk made the anteater's skin crawl. His mouth was formed by his skin peeling away, though it didn't seem to hurt him. Sniffles figured it was just because he was used to it by now. "I see you have a game of chess set up. Mind if I ask if you truly want to play? Or are you like the others; wanting to see if I really do exist?"
"I'm actually in need of questions, Milo," he confessed, seeing the tree friend's expression turn to slight shock. "You see, there's a new virus going around. I was wondering if you knew anything about it?"
"Virus, hm?" Milo thought for a moment, taking a glance behind him to admire the woods. He nodded, turning to face Sniffles once more. "Yes. I know of it. Nasty thing, it is. I've heard it's called 'The Rat's Revenge'. Much worse than the plague."
"Do you know what will become of us?" He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.
"That I can't say, my friend," He started to climb down the tree, and once he reached the bottom, he looked back up at Sniffles, who was leaning out the window to watch him. "Find the otter, Momo, in the morning. She lives by the old well by the town's center. Do you know of her?"
"I've heard stories, but I'm not sure what she looks like."
"She's a light blue otter with a black underbelly. She likes wearing this pink and purple panda hoodie and lighter matching leggings. Her hut is easy to spot, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. Good luck, Sniffles!"
"Goodnight, Milo! And thank you!" The feline waved and ran off, vanishing into a small cloud of white smoke. Sniffles smiled, putting away the game of chess and crawling back into bed. Tomorrow, he would pay Momo a visit. He had heard she was fortune teller. Perhaps she could tell him what was to the become of this new virus?