NOTE: I do not own AFL Mascot Manor. Enjoy the story.
2000, Essendon, Australia..
It's a white and cloudy day in Australia, even the weather is about to rain. One time, Hank the Smithfield dog is walking around onto the sidewalk with his Dad, Clyde. Hank was trying to think about how life is going with his father, but sometimes can be good for Clyde. Clyde had an amazing life for his son, Hank. Clyde, the Border Collie mix heard something near Essendon FC's Stadium.
"Dad? What's that noise?" Hank asked.
"I have no clue, son. We need to find out which sound that odd animal is making." Clyde replied.
"But sounds from animals have to be that loud?" Hank asked.
"Well, sometimes like most animals." Clyde said.
But it was too far away from the Bomber's stadium, but not very far, it was near the bushes.
"Hank, I think there's something near the bushes.." Clyde shook.
"If I'm brave enough, then I'll look for it!" Hank said, about to look for the creature.
Clyde tilted his head as if Hank looked near the bushes. Until Hank found an aviator-like red mosquito. Hank took the mosquito towards his father, then Clyde shook. The red mosquito had bruises all over his arms, as if his long-sleeved jumper is ripped, and one of the glass from his aviator pilot glasses were broken, mostly that he has bloody scratches all over his arms, even one on his face, and two on his left and right legs, and he even got himself a bruised eye on the left.
"Oh my! What happened to that poor thing?" Clyde gasped.
"I don't know, Dad. Maybe it was some sort of violent accident that came by." Hank answered.
"I think we need to take him to the doctor right this minute!" Clyde shook, as he and his son took the red mosquito to the telephone booth.
At the telephone booth, Clyde. called 911 for the red mosquito. As if Clyde was done calling 911, Hank asked him a question.
"Hey, Dad? What's the mosquito's name?" Hank asked.
"I don't know, son.." Clyde replied.
As if the ambulance came by Hank, the red mosquito, and Clyde, the paramedic and the doctor came by the near-injured red pilot mosquito, then picked him up, then took him to the hospital.
"If he gonna be alright?" Hank asked.
"I don't know, son.. But he'll be alright.." Clyde answered.
At the Essendon hospital..
Later inside the hospital room, the doctor went to the room to see the red mosquito of how he is doing.
"How are you doing?" The doctor asked.
"A little fine.." The red mosquito said.
"Well, for you about what happened, you are attacked by an opposing AFL fan, then you fell of by a small rocky hill, which leaves you nearly injured." The doctor explained.
The pilot mosquito sighed as what the doctor had just explained about his near-injuries.
"Well, the good news is that you are still alive.." The nurse said, walking inside the room.
"So, what's your name?" The doctor asked.
"My name? My name is Skeeta, and I am the mascot of the Essendon Bombers." Skeeta explained.
"So, Skeeta, tell me about how you became a mascot.." The doctor said.
"The Bombers used to not have a mascot. Back in the past days, the Bombers now have a mascot a couple years ago.. I used to be part of the Mosquito Fleet before retiring to become the mascot." Skeeta explained.
"Well, that pretty much explains about yourself, right?" The doctor asked.
"Yes." Skeeta replied.
"That's nice. When your bruises and your scratches heal up, then you can get out of the hospital.." The doctor said.
"Thanks for your kind regards." Skeeta replied.
A few days later..
"Skeeta, you have some visitors that have to meet you.." The doctor said, opening the door.
Hank and Clyde were there. The two dogs went by Skeeta.
"How are you doing?" Clyde asked.
"Fine. My scratches and also my bruises are now healed up, but I have to wait a little more time just to get out of the hospital.." Skeeta replied.
"So, what's your name?" Hank asked.
"My name is Skeeta, and I'm the mascot of the Essendon Bombers." Skeeta answered.
"Hi, Skeeta! Nice to meet you!" Hank said, shaking both hands (or paws which was Hank's) at Skeeta.
"Well, I hope you are better. See you when you get of the hospital!" Clyde said.
"Uh, see you later.." Skeeta replied.
"Turns out it's too late to tell Clyde about how I became a mascot.." Skeeta thought.
Later..
Skeeta just got out of the hospital after his bruises and his scratches were all healed up. So when he was looking for Clyde and Hank, the two dogs were not there.
"That's odd. They were out there somewhere.." Skeeta said.
When he was looking for Clyde and Hank, he noticed that they were both gone.
"That's just too odd." Skeeta shook in confusion.
Sometime later..
Back at Bonnie and Clyde's house, Skeeta went inside.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Skeeta asked himself.
"Skeeta?" A voice said.
"WHO'S THERE!?" Skeeta shook as he heard a voice.
"It's me, Bonnie. I heard about when Clyde told you when you are nearly-injured.. Which you fell unconscious.." Bonnie explained.
"Then why didn't you tell me that?" Skeeta asked.
"Well, Clyde told me that you didn't talk, but you can still breathe, and your eyes are all the way closed, and you didn't move a single muscle." Bonnie replied.
Skeeta's eyes widen after what Bonnie explained. The door opened, which was Hank and Clyde.
"Where have you two been?" Skeeta asked to Clyde and Hank.
"We are at the store, grabbing some groceries." Clyde replied.
"Oh, that's.. Nice.." Skeeta said, rubbing his arm.
"Well, how about we can make something for dinner?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, that'll be nice!" Clyde said.
"What are we gonna have for dinner?" Hank asked.
"Stew, with a side of dog treats. It's what dogs eat after they do tricks or eat the dinner." Clyde replied.
"Wait. What's in the stew you guys are making?" Skeeta asked.
"Well, some food that are for dogs. Like carrots, and lamb, then also dog treat crumbs for seasoning.." Bonnie said.
"Well.. I'm not into the dog treat-like stew right now, so I'll just skip dinner for today.." Skeeta sighed.
"Why didn't you like it if you never tried it?" Hank asked.
"If the dinner if for dogs, then maybe I can't have it." Skeeta replied, then sighed.
"What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?" Bonnie asked.
"Guys, I'm not a dog! I'm a mosquito!" Skeeta snarled, walking to the bedroom in anger.
"Well, I don't know what to do with Skeeta." Clyde sighed.
"He said that he is not a dog. He really isn't a dog, he's a mosquito. He's part of the Mosquito Fleet just like Skeeta just explained to you.." Hank explained.
Clyde's eyes widened.
"You're right! Maybe I should go apolo-" Before Clyde finished his sentence, Hank stopped him.
"No, Dad. Skeeta's still angry right now. Let him calm down for a little bit, then we should talk to him." Hank informed.
Later..
Clyde opened the door as if Skeeta was still inside the bedroom, still sleeping after being angry at the three dogs.
"Um, Skeeta?" Clyde asked.
No answer.
"Guess I'll just let him rest for a while." Clyde sighed quietly.
Clyde closed the door, then later, Skeeta still rested. But things weren't for him. Only for his uncontrollable nightmares that he can't get out of.
In Skeeta's Nightmare.
Skeeta woke up to a dark place, only starting with a bedroom, with a torn up pillow next to him.
"Ugh.. Where am I?" Skeeta asked, waking up.
Skeeta woke up, then saw a torn up pillow next to him.
"That's weird. A torn up pillow. The dogs never did that, except feral dogs.." Skeeta said.
Then, a red paw print was onto the bed. Skeeta tilted his head.
"I wonder how did that get here.." Skeeta said in confusion.
As if he looked around, he shook in horror as multiple bloody paw prints were everywhere, all over onto the wall.
"Who did that!?" Skeeta snarled.
Skeeta got off of the bed, then went to the living room. There was bloody paw prints all over the carpet.
"Whoever did this, I will get you!" Skeeta said in anger.
Then, Skeeta shook as if Clyde, Hank, and Bonnie were gone. Skeeta walked around inside the kitchen, then saw a word called "Vicious Bug" on the table.
"Vicious Bug!? Who's calling me that!?" Skeeta asked in anger.
Then, a spiritual voice came by him.
"Skeeta…. You know how things can go by…." The voice said.
Skeeta shook at the spirit is about to go through him. Lucky, the dream is over as Skeeta woke up.
"Yagh! Oh, thank goodness it's just a dream.." Skeeta sighed.
Skeeta looked at the window, and it's morning.
End of Chapter 1..