DannyMay 2017, Day Three

"Animal/Fangs"

Here goes another one. I think I should Rank this as T, to be safe. Thanks for reading, and I'm sorry you had to.

Edited 18/10/2020

The day of the incident with the Ghost of Wisconsin, Jack Fenton was overshadowed. With all the strenght he could still use, Jack fought it as much as he could, and was even able of warning Maddie about it.

It wouldn't have been like that, though, if it was the first time an evil ghost did that to him.

The first one was long, long ago, when the big man was still a little kid. He was playing on his childhood house's backyard, which, at age six, could be as big as the universe. When he heard it.

It was nothing, really, just a rustle on his mother's jasmines, and his curiosoty got picked.

"Hello?" Asked Jack, making his way among the different kind of flowers. "Who's there?" There was no answer, just the rustle of the leaves and weird muffled sounds. "Come here! I'm not going to eat you!"

Then, he saw it. An enourmus something of green dark furr, groaning and moaning, with pointy ears, a long furry tail and a big snout. It was a big, big hound.

"Hello, puppy! Where are you from? Are you lost?" Asked the little boy.

Because, why would he be afraid of a big puppy? Puppies were friendly! That's what he tought. Until the 'puppy' jumped at him, showing it's enormous fangs dropping green saliva, with red furious eyes and glowing toxic green. It lunged at him, opening it's snout to bare it's fangs even more, groaning deeply; but before Jack could even scream in panic, the hound was gone.

But now, Jack knew there was something… else, something… wrong.

He was sweating, gasping and shaking; he had a knot on hus stomach, a feeling like his heart was being crushed, he couldn't feel his limbs anymore, and was dizzy, very dizzy. Jack was scared, deadly so, had he been in control of his body, he would have peed himself there and then; after a few horribly eternal seconds, he fainted.

It had been horrible, these few seconds had filled him with dread, and such a fear as he wouldn't know until many years later. It had marked him.

Later that day, when he finally woke up, feeling a lot of hunger for meat snacks, and trying to bite whoever approached him too much, his parents made him some… blood blossoms soup, they called it, an old Fenton recipe, and Jack started feeling normal again, but still with ema lot/em of hunger.

But… the feeling, the sensation of fear and not being even able of screaming… it haunted him; worst then when he realized it had been a ghost. That's why… he knew. He knew when he was being overshadowed by an evil ghost.

Because these experiences would follow him all of his life

As I said, double update.