Disney owns, I don't. I am weak and pitiful, and not worthy of being sued. Aeden cameron came up with an interesting idea in a review, so now this is a continuing story, at least for now. Coming from the 'pages' of Valentine's Surprise is the tale of a naked mole rat, who stands for truth, justice, and edible foods everywhere. He is Rufus!
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The Epic Struggle – Chapter 2
Rufus made his way carefully across the counter, stopping to pause and check his surroundings carefully. That blob could not have been a one-time occurrence, there had to be more of those things, and Rufus intended to stop them. The only question in his mind was if the cafeteria lady was in on this fiendish scheme. If she was, he planned to stop her. And with his humans in detention, this gave him the perfect opportunity to do so.
He scampered quickly, keeping an eye open for movement. When he got to the food line, he paused, sniffing the air. The faint odour that reached his nostrils told him which tray had held the blobby concoction, and Rufus decided to see if he could track the vile stuff back to it's source.
Moving to the back now, remembering the layout from when his human had been in charge, and actually providing good food, the mole rat kept his senses sharp as he sought out his target. His nose led him to the very back, where the large, walk-in refrigerator stood.
Rufus paused as he looked up at the door, wondering how he was going to get in. Even if he could get to the handle, the door was heavily weighted. He doubted even he could open this door successfully.
Just as he wondered if he could get one of his humans here to help him investigate, Rufus heard a sound behind him. Spotting a bucket and pail, Rufus checked first to make sure it was empty, and then dove in, seeking to hide from whoever was coming.
It was the cafeteria lady. The thin, older woman was the bane of many a student here. Her gray hair was up in a bun, wrapped in a hairnet. Her glasses hung low on her thin face, and her apron was smeared in the remains of what she had been serving today. But it wasn't her appearance that caught Rufus' attention, it was what she was carrying.
In her arms was a large sack, containing what, Rufus wasn't sure, but he intended to find out. The lunch lady paused in front of the fridge door, shifting one hand to open it, and while she was distracted, Rufus bolted from his cover, and ran straight through the now open door to the refrigerator.
The lunch lady grunted as she dragged what she was carrying the last few feet. "I don't know what Amy would do if I wasn't around to clean up her mistakes. If I wasn't her mother, I'd let her dispose of her own genetic mutations. On the other hand... it does give me a cheap source of meat to serve these kids, leaving more money in the budget for me."
Rufus gasped, as the pieces fell into place. This was no ordinary food service provider. This woman was the mother to DNAmy, the mad geneticist! No wonder her concoctions were coming to life. Rufus knew he had to get this information out to his humans, and put a stop to this.
Rufus waited by the door for the cafeteria woman to reopen it on her way out. He watched as she placed her bundle down, wiping her hands on her stained apron. When she opened the door, he would be ready.
What Rufus hadn't counted on was him being spotted. When Rufus tensed as she reached for the door handle, her hand shot out quickly, snagging Rufus in her tight grip. The naked mole rat struggled furiously against her grip, but it was like steel, unrelenting.
"Well what do we have here? Did one of Amy's experiments survive? We'll just have to take care of that, won't we." Her smile was cruel and evil. "Of course, fresh meat is so much better!"
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Author's Notes – These are just going to be short little chapters, probably never more than 1,000 words. They're just fun little things I'll be throwing together when the mood strikes me, cause I can put it together in under an hour. I hope you enjoy them!