It started with a rumor. A rumor about a werewolf. That was the first part. Car alarms going off at 2 am. Claw marks on houses. Unexplained corpses of forest animals lying on sidewalks. That kind of thing.
The next part came with a boy. A curious young boy by the name of Dipper Pines. The junior detective was determined to find the so called werewolf. 3 had told him all about them
The third part was a flashlight. Dipper knew the light emitting from his was dim. It was no surprise when it flickered and burnt out, leaving the pre-teen alone in the darkness of the woods.
"At least the moon is full," the boy said to himself.
"It's the time of werewolves, and its quite light. I wish I still had a flashlight, though…"
The third part continues. Just his luck, there was a flashlight sitting right there. Dipper clicked it on, and the bright flash of light made him have to squint.
The final part is a leer. A leer shot to the boy from a bush. A leer of something hungry. A leer of something that needed food.
With that leer came an attack. Something tackled Dipper to the ground and bit his back. Dipper screeched in pain, and watched the light of the new flashlight go dim. Dim with blackness, as everything faded away.
A rumor, a boy, a flashlight and a leer. That is how you create a perfect attack.
Bum bum BUUMMMMM! Next chapter might include a few Pinecest fluffs, but not much, so just be a bit careful. R&R!
