Close Encounters of the Hairy Kind

A fan fiction by LM Simpson

Disclaimer: I don't own Monster Allergy itself, people! (But you already know that…)

LM Simpson's tidbits (A/N): First of all, I want to announce that today is my sixteenth birthday; go me. XD

Moving on, I would like to thank all of y'all for actually taking your time to click on this and decide to maybe read at least the first couple of sentences.

This little baby already has a little background information: I originally wanted to create a short, humorous Monster Allergy oneshot starring Zick, Elena and Teddy getting into some random nonsense. However, I had a little difficulty coming up with something to fit that criteria, and eventually my love for cryptozoology inspired this very fic (it's clearly longer than an oneshot, though XD). (Maybe, just maybe, I may finally come up with one in the future…)

Before starting, I want to say a few things. First, I write whenever I feel like it, don't have writer's block (I often get that) or have the time; sometimes this may be updated very quickly and sometimes it may take weeks or months. So, try to not ask me when I'm going to update. Second, you don't have to review, but it's appreciated. If you do review, please be aware that I do accept constructive criticism (see my flame policy (at my profile) on what I don't accept). Furthermore, you'll also get toast as a little "reward" (long story there). Third, the canon MA characters are going to start appearing in the first (i.e. next) act; this prologue is just to set up the story. And finally…

Enjoy!

Prologue

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The scoutmaster grunted as he sat on the log. After quickly adjusting his shorts, he clapped his hands together.

"Okay, boys!" he said to his troop, "Now that it's finally dark, it's time for some campfire fun! What should we do first!"

"Weenie roast!" a slightly pudgy boy exclaimed.

"RJ, you dummy!" another with brown hair said, "We just had hot dogs! You shoulda said marshmallows!"

RJ looked down at the dirt, trying to not let anyone see the blush in his cheeks.

Another boy chirped, "I know! Campfire songs!"

"We're in the second grade, wuss!" the second boy snapped back. "Campfire songs are for babies!"

"Then what do you want to do, Ralph?" asked the scoutmaster.

Ralph grinned, exposing a missing front tooth. "Ghost stories!"

The smallest in the group shuddered. "Do we have to tell them?"

"Richie, if you're gonna be a baby about it, why don't you go back into your tent?"

"Now, Ralph," the scoutmaster asked, "can't we make a few of the stories, uh, you know, uh, non-scary?"

The boy groaned. There was no way Mister Brooks would allow them to tell ghost stories unless they also said a few stupid silly ones for his youngest son…

"Sure…" he sight, "…But I wanna tell the first story!"

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"…And then suddenly, they heard rustling noises nearby," Ralph said, "One of the boys said he would check what was making the noises. He turned on a flashlight, got closer to it, and in the light he saw, a…, a…, a—"

"A what, a what?!" RJ yelled.

"A, a… A MONSTER!"

"A monster?" Richie repeated nervously.

"A monster with hair all over it and gleaming white fangs! It grabbed the boy and took him away as he was screaming bloody murder for help. And he was never seen again… The end."

"Daddy, that was scary!" Richie cried, jumping into his father's lap and burying his face in his chest.

Ralph snorted. Baby… "Oh, come on! You know it's all make belie—"

Everyone was silent as they listened to a loud noise coming from near their campsite. It was—

"Rustling noises… Just like in your story," RJ whispered.

"Um… It could be a deer," Ralph replied.

"No, it can't!"

"Yes, it can!"

"No, it can't!"

"Yes, it can!"

"NO, IT CAN'T!"

"YES, IT CAN!"

"Daddy, something smells really bad!"

"All right, all right!" Mister Brooks said, "I'll go check it out!"

"No!" Richie squealed as Brooks took him off his lap. "I don't want you to be taken away!"

"Don't worry, Richie, I'll be fine. Ralph's right—it could just be a deer." A very, VERY big deer…

Brooks turned on his flashlight and walked slowly towards the mysterious perpetrator in the forest. He flashed the beam of light where he thought the head would be, only to see a pair of hairy legs—a very long pair of hairy legs…

Nervous, he brought the beam of light up, up, up…

…Until he saw an apelike face.

"Oh, my L—" Was all the troop saw and heard before Brooks dropped the flashlight and started running back to camp.

"KIDS, KIDS!" he yelled, "Get in the van! GET IN THE VAN!"

Everyone followed his orders, except for Ralph, who had a camera in his hand. He was just about to take a picture of the fleeing beast when Brooks grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "What are you doing?! Get in that van now!"

"Alright, alright—geez, geez!" said Ralph as he quickly snapped a shot and ran to the van. As his scoutmaster stepped on the gas pedal and drove towards the ranger's place, he barely caught a glimpse of the creature's shadowed figure fleeing further from the scene…

End of Prologue

A/N: Coming tomorrow: the first act of this story (all I need to do with that one now is finish typing the rough draft and edit it). Until then, thanks for reading, and have a good day!

Bye, y'all!

LM Simpson