The tiger of the night crawled its way to its victim's bed. Growling in a quiet tone to soft to hear, he was ready to take his unsuspecting prey by surprise. He was ready to tear it to pieces and rags. He lifted his paw and a claw flipped out, ready to make the kill. Pulling his arm back...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!!!!!
What? What was going on? What was this sound? How did it get here? He was the tiger of the night, the heir to this rich turf. How could he not know his own territory?
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!!!!!!
"Shoot, I'm up, I'm up," murmured a voice, the tiger never recognized before.
A long arm reached out from under the bed sheets and blanket to turn the alarm off. A young man, with golden blond hair, and a sun kissed complexion arose from the covers. He had beautiful, blue eyes, which were dark at the moment due to a lack of sleep. He sat up and yawned. He seemed to have a lean, in shape body. Even the tiger had to admit he was good looking, for a human.
The human sat there for a moment, and then he looked around the room. Then his eyes met the tiger's.
"Hmmm...That's interesting," he said picking up the tiger.
With no will of his own the tiger, was put on a high cliff, aka a shelf. Now he was irate. He only came up here to see his master, whom he hasn't seen in years and play a prank on him. A little game of predator and prey, that was it.
And what ends up happening is a complete stranger is lying where his young master, age six, a scrawny, little boy, with a high pitch voice should have been. Where is his master? Where is Calvin?
Disclaimer: Don't own Calvin and Hobbes. Love them though.
Author's note: So this is my summer project. I'll try to update when I can.