CHAPTER 43: WOLF GUESSES
ME: I wanted to do something for April Fools, but I ended up running out of time. Anyway, have this instead!
BRICK: And what is this?
ME: It's a little game to make up for the lack of an April Fools prank. *smirks* I give you three previews, and you have to guess whether or not they're real. This way it doesn't break the rules and still counts as an actual chapter!
BUBBLES: Kuku only owns her own OC's and the story!
ME: Without further ado, here we go! Happy late April Fools and Easter, everyone!
Chapter 43: Wolf Guesses
Bliss couldn't keep the confusion away. "What do you mean?" she demanded.
"...I mean that DJ isn't what he seems."
She swallowed back an agitated, sarcastic retort. Instead, she responded with, "That's what you've been saying this whole time, but it doesn't make any sense to me! If you can't even tell me why I should stay away from DJ, then why do you care so much?"
Braker turned his deep-orange eyes on her. "Maybe I don't like seeing you with him."
"Braker..." Bliss hesitated now. "Are you trying to say you're jealous?" The thought made her stomach flutter nervously.
"It's just...it feels wrong," Braker finally stated, not meeting her eyes.
Blaster swung a glass bottle at the man's arm and the item shattered. The attacker screamed as two shards of glass pierced his skin and he stumbled backwards, crashing into a table.
Banana and Michael's table.
Blaster grabbed the broken bottle and stalked toward the man, eyes dark and murderous as he called out softly, "You tried to hurt me and endangered my friends and the citizens of Townsville."
The attacker only moaned back.
"I will destroy you." Blaster's lips twisted into a sickening smile briefly, before it disappeared and his eyes flashed red. He raised the bottle over his head, aiming it at the man's own head, laser vision ready to heat the bottle up before it made contact with the attacker's skull.
"Don't move!" the gunner commanded.
Butch's eyes widened. "Harry...?" he whispered.
The man trained his gun on Butch. "Don't move or I'll shoot. I've been employed to shoot one of you."
"Who? It better be me," growled the green Ruff.
"It is someone with green eyes and dark hair."
"Alright, that sounds like me. Then shoot me." Butch narrowed his green eyes and spread his arms wide, his dark hair blowing in the wind. "Don't hurt them."
ME: I tried to choose equally surprising scenes to make you all think a little. *winks*
BRICK: Oh great.
BUBBLES: Leave a review with your guesses!
ME: Happy guessing, everyone! See y'all soon~