A/N: For the first time in quite a while, someone requested a particular character (that's you, PikaKnight, if you're reading this), so I ended up writing two chapters today.
"Just imagine," someone was saying. He hadn't really been listening—he didn't often bother with actually paying attention to the humans' conversations anymore, but these words briefly caught his attention before he retreated back into his own thoughts.
Imagine, though, was not what the Wolf wanted to do. It seemed as though that was all he could do nowadays.
Imagine hunting the numerous humans. Imagine getting his revenge on all those who had wronged him somehow. The three pigs. That arrogant prince. Those bratty little girls. their grandmother. The woodsman he had been forced to share a body with—especially him. And after that? Imagine how things would be when the barrier eventually came down, all the things he would do when he could roam free. Imagine how things would be when the world remembered that the Big Bad Wolf was not just a character in a bedtime story.
He had been thinking on attaining freedom more often than ever recently because, no matter how entertaining it was, imagining was simply not enough.
The old man mentally twitched and made a greater effort to concentrate on what was being said rather than focusing on the carnage the Wolf's imagination cooked up. But with each image the Wolf brought up, it seemed to get harder and harder for him to resist the influence had on him.
Perhaps imagining would be enough. For now.