Jenny takes a breath and tries to get another opinion in the conversation, but Bowser, yet again, screams "JUST SHUT, SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Jenny backs down and trembles in his presence. "Bowletta here is innocent until proven guilty! That's how it works around here!" Jenny holds up a copy of the picture from the news. "B... but the pic-" "WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ABOUT 'INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY'?!" Bowser grabs Bowletta's arm and says "Let's go." Bowletta makes a face at Jenny as she's pulled away.
11:02 A.M.
After finishing their lattes at the café, Bowser and Bowletta went home to think this out. Was there anyone who looked like Bowletta or had a Bowletta disguise? "Cackletta?" "No, she lives too far away. And her doctor told her to cut back on physical activities." Bowser thinks hard and says "Doopliss?" "Nah, he's a good guy now." "Well, there has to be at least one logical explanation!" Bowletta looks away and unhappily rolls her eyes. "Yeah. Logical." Just then, Bowser remembers something. Something that could explain what was going on. "Maybe you did destroy the town..." "NOT... HELPING." "...But you didn't remember it." "And how does that happen?" "When I was little, I used to sleepwalk. I'll admit it, I stole things in my sleep. I was a little greedy brat... those were the days..." He reminisces in his younger days until Bowletta smacks him out of it. Literally. "Well, how do we stop my sleepwalking?" "That's for me to know, and for you to wait and find out." He goes outside, starts up his Koopa Clown Kopter and drives off. "Where's he going?" wonders Bowletta.
9:45 P.M.
Bowser, at about 1 o' clock, came back with a thick, heavy iron chain. He placed it on his bed and relaxed until it was curfew. "So, what the plan with the chain, again?" Bowser was busy hooking one end of the chain to her collar and the other to the couch's leg. "Even the most rabid, crazy Chain Chomps can't break through this. If you start to sleepwalk, this'll stop you in your tracks. If you somehow manage to free yourself, or need me, I'll be in the other room." Bowletta gently set her head on her pillow. "Night, Bowz'." "Night, 'Letta. Don't forget that if you ever need me, I'll be right here."
12:00 A.M.
Bowletta is jolted awake. Not by Bowser or a person, but by a pain. Not so much as a pain, but like an urge, a craving. An urge so strong, it almost hurt. Bowser was in the other room, drinking coffee to stay awake. He hated coffee, and always called it "sludge". "I can't believe Tubba is obsessed with this stuff. It's gross." "GAH! HELP ME! IT HURTS! BOWSER!" Bowletta's scream echoes. "Bowletta?!" Bowser drops the mug, letting it break on the floor, spilling its contents. "HELP! I... CAN'T... AAAAHHH!" "I'm coming as fast as I can!" He enters the living room only to see a mess. The couch was in shreds, as well as the chain. The coffee table was overturned and the lamp was shattered. Bowletta was left moaning under her sheet. She was hunched over and sounded like she had trouble breathing. "There's something different about her..." Bowser thinks to himself. Slowly, he approaches the figure. "Bowletta?" She gets up without removing the sheet. She was a few inches taller than him at that point. That was strange, considering how Bowser and Bowletta were always the same height, no matter how many times they checked. The sheet slides off of her. She turns around and Bowser loses all the color in his face.
Her hair was a bloody red, the edges tinted with brown. Her horns were a hot-pink and her eyes were bordered with the same color. The outer edge of her eye was black, as if she used industrial-sized mascara. Her facial color made her look as if she was going to be sick. It was a light jade green, and her hide was a golden-caramel. Her tail was furry, and her spikes her pointing downward. Both hands had long black shiny claws. The scariest feature? Two huge fangs that overwhelmed her lips and reached her collar. The broken chain hung from her collar. She looked hungry,... ravenously hungry.
Author's Note:
Don't gimme any of that Twilight crap about werewolves or how they can change anytime they want or whatever, cause, in my world, they change at midnight, but they're sort of mesmerized by the moon. SO COOL IT, TWIHARDS!
~ScarletMoonX
