Author's note:
The Potal:Hi there! I just wanted to say this befor-
Ben 10: It's hero time!
The Potal(me):*sighs*
Ben 10: What?
Rook and Mr. Canis: You interrupted her.
Ben 10: Oh.
Me: *blushing over the thought Rook might like me, or Mr. Canis* Well, enjoy!
Prologe
The figure turned and started for the woods." It had to be somewhere,"It thought. The figure was so ruthless, so unlikable, that people called him It. But that wasn't his real name. And he was having his way, until, Canis. It had to pull himself not to image himself killing the hero in his sleep. No, he wanted him to suffer. Suffer like he did. He was once famous. People loved him. Now, Canis was the one. And Canis was a no good, stuipid nutcase old man that did not deserve this. It did. And he wanted it back. Soon, even in the dark, It found its way. The Grimm's house. It climbed up to the second window and quietly entered. Filled with the oddest assortment of My Little Ponies and TMNT, you would have to guess that this was a child's room. It walked up to the sleeping Red. He pulled the kazoo out and began to play. The Wolf came out. "That's mine!" Wolf yelled. "And so was the old man Canis, right?" Hatter asked. Wolf nodded. "He's free. Kill if you like." Wolf smiled before disappering. But what It didn't relize was that Wolf didn't want Canis. No, too old. No, he wanted fresh meat.
