Please enjoy some more lore with a monster grandfather, and more Kibosh grilling. XD
Sunday, lunch time.
Casper, Mantha, and Ra had been eating lunch. Or at least, Casper tried to eat lunch. He never liked what Scare School tried to pass off as food. Sometimes he wondered if even the monsters should consume the stuff, it all looked very unhealthy. It's no wonder that he's so thin…
"Hey guys!" Wolfie walked up to the trio's table, smiling as usual.
"Hey Wolfie." Mantha smiled and scooted over so the werewolf could sit next to her.
He sat down and placed his tray in front of him.
"So, you guys wanna come over to my house after lunch and watch a movie?" he asked excitedly.
"What's the movie?" Ra tilted his head.
"Shark slayer vs the wereshark! My dad got it for me yesterday!"
"Sounds…fin-tastic." Ra smirked deviously, proud of himself.
Wolfie laughed, Casper grimaced, and Mantha hit Ra with a napkin.
"So you guys want to?" Wolfie wagged his tail and smiled excitedly.
"Sounds fun to me, ok." Casper grinned.
"Alright." Mantha confirmed.
"Count me and my jaws in!" Ra smiled.
Mantha slapped him with a plastic spoon.
"That's enough out of you!" she frowned.
"But my jokes have such a great fin-ness to them!" the mummy gave a proud smile.
"Ra, ether your jokes leave, or you leave." The zombie threatened.
"Alright fine. I'm fin-ished." Ra smirked evily.
"AHH!" Mantha attempted to tackle the mummy, Wolfie had to hold her back.
Wolfies home was in Underworld City, it seemed like it was in a rather rundown neighborhood. It was a small house squished right in-between two other houses.
"I know it's not much to look at, but it is what it is." The young werewolf chuckled. "Anyways, come on in, you can meet my family!" Wolfie grinned and led the others up the porch, and into the house.
To the left of the door was a skinny stairway the led downstairs, down the hall directly in front of them was a kitchen, and to their right was an opening into presumably a living room. Left of the kitchen was a stairway to the second floor.
"Mom, I'm home! And I brought friends!" the wolf called out into the house.
They heard a cup quickly placed onto a table, and then a faint lavender light from the kitchen. Then, the face of a werewolf peered around the corner. Then, the werewolf walked around the corner into view. She had a pink, plaid cardigan, and jeans. Her fur was a warm brown with blond ends. Her features were skinny and sharp.
"Hi mom!" Wolfie smiled, his tail wagging.
"Hello, uh, nice to meet you kids." She greeted nervously.
"Oh, don't worry mom. Their nice, you can relax." Wolfie assured, making a 'relax' motion with his paws.
Her ears went flat on her head, she looked nervous.
"…Are you sure?" looking at her son and then his friends.
"Yup! I promise, known them ever since I started scare school!" he grinned proudly.
"Well, if you're sure." Wolfies mom relaxed, and then her body brightly glowed a lavender color, and her form changed into that of a human. The glow disappointed, and she had transformed into a human, or at least human looking.
Before Casper, Ra, or Mantha could say anything, Wolfie did the same thing. He glowed lavender and then was suddenly a human. His hair was almost to his shoulders, it was scraggly and wild. He looked human outside of his slightly pointed ears.
"Wolfie? Y-you can do that?" the zombie gasped.
"It's our default form actually…but uh, we try to stay in wolf mode when in public" he chuckled before his expression became sad. "…folks in the Underworld don't like it when we look human…" he frowned at the floor for a moment.
"Oh…" was all Mantha could say.
"But anyways, I'll show you my room, follow me!" the werewolf perked up again.
Wolfie started to walk down the hall, but tripped and fell.
"Sorry, I'm not used to walking on these kinds of legs." He chuckled.
Casper frowned. Wolfie had to stay in wolf form so much that he had difficulty walking in his other form…that didn't seem right…
They walked past the large door way of the living room. On the couch was a very old, thin looking werewolf, in wolf form no less. His fur almost entirely grey aside from streaks of oak brown. He was laying down like a dog or cat, and he was watching the tv, which was an old box Tv on a coffee table.
"Oh, hi grandpa! I brought my friends over for a movie!" Wolfie smiled at his grandfather.
The trio gave an awkward wave to the old wolf.
"I heard you in the hallway, Wolfie. You kids have fu-" The old wolf stopped, and locked eyes on Casper.
Before anyone could react, Wolfie's grandfather leapt across the room and was in the ghosts face, a furious snarl across his snout. Casper stood frozen, both from shock and fear.
"Why is this ghost in my house!?" The old wolf snarled.
"Gramps, that's my friend!" Wolfie exclaimed.
"We are no allies to phantoms! I want him out!" The old wolf growled.
"Gramps, what are you doing!?" Wolfie's mom grabbed the skinny wolf by his shoulders and held him back.
Casper took a frightened step back.
"I WANT HIM OUT! GET HIM OUT!" The old wolf roared.
Mantha stood in front of Casper protectively, and Ra started trying to pull his friends towards the door.
"THEY'RE ALL EVIL, FEAR MONGURING, TIRANTS! HE KILLED MY KIN! I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANOTHER ONE OF THEM AGAIN! GET! HIM! OUT! NOW!" The wolf roared deafeningly, Wolfies mother had transformed in order to hold the old man back.
"I'm sorry!" Casper turned and flew out of the house, he landed on the sidewalk a few houses down.
The ghost hugged himself, he was shaking badly. Wolfies grandfather was so aggressive, and the look in his eyes. He had looked at Casper like he had done something awful to the old wolf, as if he had been responsible for something. Casper couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly guilty, He whipped tears out his eyes as he tried to calm down. Mantha and Ra quickly caught up to him.
"Casper, are you ok?" Mantha slid to a halt next to him.
"Not really, no." Casper muttered.
"Casper!" Wolfie, in wolf form, came running down the sidewalk towards the trio. "Casp, I'm so sorry! I've never seen him act like that, I don't know what got into him!"
"I'm sorry for ruining movie night…" the ghost frowned.
"What?! It's not your fault." Ra assured.
"Yeah, It's that old werewolfs fault for being such a jerk!" Mantha growled before realization hit her, she turned to the werewolf next to her and gave a guilty frown. "…Oh…sorry, Wolfie." She muttered.
"It's ok, I can't blame you. He's not usually like that though, usual he's quiet and nice! I have no idea what that was about, I'm so sorry." Wolfie frowned.
"It's ok…You guys should go back and enjoy the movie, I'll just go hang out around the city or something. it's just me he hated, no reason that you guys can't have fun." Casper waved them off with a frown.
"What?! No!" Ra frowned.
"Yeah! We can just go to my house and watch it!" Mantha beamed.
"Sounds good to me!" Wolfie smiled and nodded.
"But-" Casper was inturpted.
"No buts, were going to my house! We aren't gonna leave you just cause an old man tells us to!" the zombie gave a determined smile.
"Let me just go grab the movie real quick, then we can go!" Wolfie grinned.
The four were sat in Mantha's room, in front of the TV. They were about half way through the movie. Casper had gotten up to go get some more water. He was in the hallway when he happened to look out the window and see something quite odd; Wolfies grandfather, sitting in the front yard, looking straight back at him. The old wolf made a "come here" motion with his paw. Casper took a deep breath and flew outside, landing a few feet in front of the werewolf.
"Do you want me to go get Wolfie?" Casper asked.
"No, I wanted to talk to you." The old werewolf stated, his old voice worn and gravely.
"Please don't yell at me again." The ghost frowned.
"…I'm sorry." The wolf stated quietly, guiltily.
"Huh?"
The old werewolf sighed sadly.
"I'm sorry, for the way I acted. I'm old, and cranky. I shouldn't have yelled at my great grandson's friends like that. I've become prejudice, and I've forgotten my manners…I'm sorry, I truly am." His ears tilted to side as he looked sadly at the ground.
Casper was taken aback by this. He couldn't think of the last time an elder apologized to him. His uncles never apologized. He was pretty sure they lived by that code.
"I'm…I'm very surprised. Uh, thank you, uh…"
"Jack, the names Jack. When I was a wee pup, my family would call me Crackerjack wolf." The werewolf chuckled, looking deep in memory.
Casper chuckled back. There was a moment of silence.
"Maybe I shouldn't ask this…but why did you yell at me?" The ghost tilted his head, a concerned look of his face.
"If I told you, I'd be committing treason." Jack replied bluntly.
Casper's eyes snapped wide.
"Kibosh did something to you." He muttered quietly.
"He did."
Casper looked at the wolf with a pleading expression on his face.
"Please…I need to know. I don't like Kibosh ether, I won't tell, I promise. I just…I need to know." The ghost pleaded quietly.
"If I tell you, and you get me in trouble, you'll get Wolfie in trouble too. Can I really trust you?" Jack raised a brow.
"On my soul, I will not tell anyone." Casper promised with a dead serious tone.
Jack stared at him for a moment, looking for the truth in his eyes. After a moment, he stood up on his hind legs and looked around, peering over the tall wooded gate of Mantha's backyard as he did so.
"Alright, follow me." The wolf stated.
Jack ran and leapt over the fence, and into Mantha's backyard. Casper quickly flew after him. The wolf crawled behind a medium sized tree that sat in the corner of the yard, Casper following suite. Between the dense tree branches and the fence corner behind it, they were completely hidden. Jack turned around and faced the ghost.
"Long ago, when I was only a young man, me and a dozen or so werewolves' tried to fight Kibosh. We were sick of his rule. He has tried to erase our culture, our past, and our human forms. He hates werewolf's, he hates that we can look human, and he hates how determined we are." Jack growled.
"He knows my kind have a tendency to rebel, so he encourages other monsters to treat us like dirt. He's generated such a hateful attitude towards humans, we can't walk around in our default form without risk of harm. We get rocks thrown at us, cursed at, whatever they can do to make us feel like trash. He created a reason for us to hate him, and thus he got the rebellion he tried to avoid." the old wolf continued.
"This wasn't the first werewolf rebellion ether! my grandmother had fought in one as well. That's why Underworld doesn't have a lot of werewolf's, most have died in rebellions, or from attacks on the streets." Jack scowled.
"Werewolf's don't take well to being put in cages…" his expression turned dark.
"Me and my friends were sick of it. So we fought back." He frowned, his ears going flat on his head. He looked at the ground for a while, a pained look it his eyes.
"…I was the only one to survive…My friends had been slaughtered, I surrendered and begged for my life like a coward. My wife had been pregnant at the time, and I had wanted to see my first child. I was a fool and a coward…" he growled at himself.
"Your no coward. You've lived long enough to see Wolfie, that's something." Casper responded quietly, in a reassuring manner.
"Perhaps." Jack sighed.
"In punishment for my actions, Kibosh cursed me. I become human in the moonlight, and only the moonlight. An awful curse for a werewolf. I have been denied the ability to walk among humans, and I've been denied moonlight hunts in the forest. It is hell." He closed his eyes tightly, angrily.
"I'm so sorry…" Casper frowned sadly. It was all he could do.
"He let me go home to my family and kind, only to be an example of his power. I've been turned into a living example of his power, a threat to any werewolf who dare think about fighting him. That bastard and his awful green gem!" Jack growled.
"The cleptor!?" Casper gasped
"Yes, it's what he used to curse me." The wolf muttered.
"Does Wolfie know about any of this?" the ghost tilted his head with concern.
"No, I told him I was cursed by a random witch, the same goes for the rest of my living family, and I'd like to keep it that way. My grandson doesn't need to be burdened by such things. Worst scenario he'd become like me, best scenario he'd end up in a constant state of fear. I don't want to risk ether." Jack sighed.
"I understand." Casper nodded.
"I don't know how much time is left on my clock, but it can't be long. I'm so old and brittle, I fear my time will be coming to an end soon. I regret that I will never get to run under the moonlight again, that I'll never get to run with my family. I'll never get to howl at the moon again, or fear it's light on my fur." A tear fell down the old werewolfs face as he looked at the ground.
"Don't lose hope…maybe you'll be free of the curse one day?" Casper tried to comfort him.
"Not as long as that tyrant sits on his throne." Jack mumbled, still looking at the ground.
The ghost clenched his fist.
"Well maybe that'll change too…" he responded quietly.
"Humm?" The werewolf looked back up. "Do you know something I don't?" He raised a brow in suspicion.
"Just…keep hope, ok?" Casper responded quietly, an unsure tone in his voice.
"I'll try pup, I'll try."
Casper stood on the porch and waved goodbye as Jack walked away from the house.
Mantha came walking out onto her front porch.
"There you are, I started to get worried, you were taking a while. Why are you out here?" She raised a brow.
Casper pointed at Wolfies grandfather.
"He was giving me an apology."
"Good, he should after the way he acted." She crossed her arms and nodded firmly.
"We also chatted a bit." Casper smiled.
"Of course you did." She chuckled.
"His names Jack, and he's actually Wolfies great grandfather." The ghost explained, still smiling gently.
"Huh, well anyways. Come back upstairs, I'll rewind the movie back to where you left off." Mantha smiled.
"Ok." Casper replied simply.
Mantha opened up the door and looked back at her friend, waiting for him to come inside. Casper gave the old wolf one last sad look before turning and following Mantha inside.