This Is My First Horror Fiction. I Don't Own Hamtaro. Sorry Jingle, you're left out…
I apologize for my writing style, 'tis funky…
It was a rather sunny day, quite cheery. All the Ham-Hams were enjoying a game of hide-and seek 2.0. (The version where once a Ham-Ham finds a hider they have to tag them in order for the Ham-Ham that had been found to be it.) They were all having a good time, laughing, running, and playing. As would any child, when playing with many of their friends. This was normal with the Hams, as because they ALWAYS had fun, no matter what the circumstance, no matter what the weather, and no matter what happens.
You think that this will be a story of fun and games, laughs and romances (possibly) to be shared, enjoyment and content, perhaps?
Think again.
You see, this only the beginning of these 14 hamsters (although Snoozer isn't one of the more active hamsters) terror and mortification, their tragedies and lamentation, and their sorrow and regret. This is not a happy tale. This will not be a happy tale. And most certainly not, will one of these Ham-Hams turn out happy or joyful.
Not one at all.
And so, the story REALLY begins.
Yes, indeed, the hamsters were having a pleasant time, playing their game of hide and seek 2.0. They had chosen Panda to be 'it', and without further ado, he began counting. Covering his eyes, he started to call out the numbers."One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…" A giggle or two was heard, and Panda picked up his pace. "… eight, nine, ten! Ready or not! Here I come!" He yelled, and headed for the forest. That was where he had heard some of the giggles come from. "Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Panda called out, laughing a bit. There was no need to be afraid. It wasn't nearly dark yet. It wouldn't be for about an hour, and that was plenty of time.
"Hee, hee, hee!" Panda jerked his head toward the voice. Just then, a clap of thunder was heard. Panda sighed in annoyance. " I was liking this nice weather too… now it's gonna rain…" He heard leaves ruffle and he shrugged his thoughts about the rain out. "Sandy? I know you're there, come on out!" he called. He glanced to his left and saw a bush tremble. He grinned. "Jackpot…!" he whispered. He crept toward the bush, and-
a blur of orange, brown, and white flew past him.
"Rats! I had her!" he yelled to no one in particular, and he ran after her, along with some more claps of thunder. Unknown to them, though, someone was watching them, lurking in the shadows…
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Some time after the game had ended it had started to rain. Not just a small, light drizzle but full-out pouring. Fortunately it could be tolerated because every one of the Ham-Hams human's weren't going to be home for several days because of a field trip and Cappy's humans were chaperoning. (Don't ask.) It had turned a menacing dark by this time. All the Hams huddled together. Bijou shivered, and Hamtaro put his arm around her, receiving a glare from Boss, and a grateful "Thank you," from Bijou. Stan nearly leapt out of his spot and declared, "Truth or dare!" Pashmina groaned, but smiled all the same. The others exchanged looks. After a few seconds, Boss finally stood up.
"Okay. We're gonna play truth or dare. But I request that all the dares have to be within the clubhouse." Everyone else murmured in agreement. "Stan, you go first."
Stan stood up. " Ummm, let's see… yeah, Maxwell, truth or dare!" Maxwell looked startled. "Um… uh…" Maxwell stuttered. Well, how bad could it be? the hamster thought. "Truth." Maxwell answered, still unsure. Stan thought for a moment. "Have you made out with anyone other than my sister, and if you did, who?" Maxwell blinked. "Oh dear. But I would like to get one thing straightened out before anyone starts jumping to conclusions. I WAS FORCED TO KISS AUNTIE VIV. Just once. Once!" Maxwell lay on the ground, hyperventilating madly. Stan gave the so-called intelligent hamster a look. "Chill, man, chill." Sandy gagged. "The guy I've been FRENCHING has kissed Auntie Viv… oh my word, I think I'm gonna hurl…"
Once Maxwell returned to his normal state, he began his turn. "Howdy. Truth or dare…" Howdy stuck out his chest. "I am the king o' dares!" Maxwell thought rapidly, thinking for a scary dare suitable for Boss' request. A light bulb must've appeared in his head, because Maxwell slapped a grin on his face so big, it was out of his character. " I dare you to go find my book titled, 'Daggers, Monsters, Murders, and Things'. Its upstairs, the farthest room to the left." Howdy shuddered. Muttering something about being allergic to cobwebs, he trudged up the stairs. "It's really, really, dark up here!" Howdy called down the stairs. BoOoM! More thunder. Hamtaro called to him. "Howdy, it's okay. Here," Hamtaro tossed a flashlight to Howdy, "use this." Howdy nodded, grateful, and walked into the darkness, his figure deteriorating gradually.
Howdy walked through mounds of dust and grit. Unknown to the poor hamster, a pair of yellow eyes was watching him. The creature, being able to blend in with the shadows, went unnoticed.
Earlier, we had mentioned Howdy saying that he was allergic to cobwebs. This, in fact, is true. And how unfortunate of him it is to stumble upon several cobwebs at this time.
Howdy tripped, sneezing and coughing. A quick glance at what he had tripped over instantly told the hamster that he had found the book. Howdy made a grab for the book. He had seen something whip past him, and Howdy was beginning to get the creeps. Gripping both the flashlight and the book, Howdy ran for the door. Nearly there… the frightened hamster thought. Another movement that shouldn't have had been there flashed by. Howdy began to sweat uncomfortably. But just as he reached the door, the creature he had feared stood there, right in front of him. And it was blocking his way. Howdy stood there in complete shock, unable to move. He was struck by the creature's horrifying figure. For a regular human, it would've been about the size of a kitten. It had sharp claws, shaggy gray-black fur. The thing had large, sharp jaws, each tooth having the point of a butcher's knife. They were permanently stained deep crimson, which Howdy assumed was blood. A wolf! (A/N: ITSA MIDGET WOLF, M'KAY?) It was then he started fearing and panicking for his life. Still holding his earlier items, he slid underneath the creature of the night and ran as fast as he possibly could down the corridor. It was, unfortunately a long corridor. A long, unused corridor. See, when Howdy made his way towards the room Maxwell had instructed him to, he carefully dodged all the cobwebs, while holding his nose. Here, he was running for his very life.
Unfortunately, there were too many more cobwebs than Howdy could handle, and he fell to the ground, trying to breathe, get some air. Howdy (amazingly he was still grasping onto the book and flashlight) tried to scramble back up to his feet. He could just barely make out the top of the stairs. It was too far to run, and the creature-thing was catching up fast. Howdy summoned up his best pitching skills and threw both items over the edge of the staircase. But Howdy had wasted too much time and the wolf was practically right on top of the scared-out-of-his-mind hamster. Howdy closed his eyes. "So this is it, huh? Goodbye-" The wolf had already punctured Howdy's stomach before Howdy had even spoken his last words. The hamster's eye rolled into the back of his head. The bloodthirsty being sank its teeth deep into Howdy's corpse and savored the warm, salty blood. It tore pieces of the dead body and chewed on them thoughtfully. This was a nice snack, it thought, but I would like a full-course meal. The wolf amusedly tore Howdy's head off what remained of him. The carnivore crunched the skull, enjoying the flavor of the brain. Finishing off, the wolf slouched off for a scavenger hunt. What are the items to be found on the list, you ask? 13 hamsters, just waiting to be devoured.
Hamtaro frowned. Howdy had taken a long time already. Too long. "Hey guys! What if Howdy wasn't kidding about his cobweb allergies, and gotten lost? And sick?" Stan shrugged it off.
"Nah, we'll got scoutin' for 'im if he doesn't come back in, say, about ten minutes." Stan replied, putting a paw on Hamtaro's shoulder. He frowned again. "Okay, Stan… if you say so." Dexter nodded. "Look on the bright side," Dexter said, "We get to have a break from Howdy's really lame jokes!" Hamtaro smiled weakly.
Bijou bounded up to Hamtaro. "Hello, Hamtaro. Shouldn't we go looking for Howdy?" Hamtaro nodded worriedly. "I have a hunch something bad has happened." Bijou nodded in understanding. "I feel that way, too." Hamtaro wrapped a reassuring arm around Bijou.
A little ways to their left, Boss was steaming.
And meanwhile, Maxwell was beginning to feel guilty for daring the jokester to go up there. He sighed heavily. Sandy plopped down on his lap. "Hey there, slouchy." Maxwell nodded sadly in acknowledgment. "C'mon, Maxy. Howdy's just having a little trouble finding your book you wanted, that's all. Nothing bad happened to him. Promise," Sandy leaned on her boyham's chest. Maxwell sighed again. "Yeah, well, I still can't help but think that something's gone wrong." Maxwell kissed Sandy. She returned the kiss, fortified with heat and passion. Soon they were on top of each other, frenching.
Thud… thud…
Pashmina looked at the base of the staircase. "C'mon, Penny. We're gonna go investigate." Pashmina lifted Penelope and carried her to the staircase. She dusted off the first item in her paws. "Daggers… umm… Monsters… yes, that's what it says, murders… and things… Oh my word…" Pashmina gasped. "It's Maxwell's book! And, the flashlight… Hamtaro gave to… Howdy…" Penelope shared Pashmina's surprise and shock. "Ookwee, ookwee!" she called.
All of the hamsters gathered around. Cappy was confused, being one of the younger hamsters he didn't quite understand what was happening. "Where's Howdy?" was the only question he could come up with. The only answer the 'big kids' could come up with was, "I don't know." Pashmina told the Ham-Hams how she and Penelope heard the items fall down the stairs. "But why would only the book and flashlight come down the stairs, but no Howdy?" Panda pondered aloud. Maxwell buried his face in his paws. "Oh, no, something absolutely terrible has happened to Howdy and it's all my fault!" he lamented. "You… zuzuzu… won't know for sure… zuzuzu… what's happened to Howdy… zuzuzu… unless you go find out… zuzuzu… for yourselves…zuzuzu…" Snoozer retorted. Oxnard agreed timidly. "Yush, Snoozer is right!" he claimed. They all agreed. "But who's going to be the one to find out? I mean, if something terrible actually DID happen to Howdy, how do we know if it's safe to go up there or we're putting our lives at risk?" Boss inquired. Dexter rubbed his temples.
"Howdy is our friend so even if it's a great risk we'd still go up there to help him out, alive or dead! Obviously, if he were dead then we'd like to hold a proper funeral, no?" Hamtaro spoke his speech with emphasize. Bijou nodded sincerely. "I believe that." She said solemnly. Sandy and the other two girls agreed. One by one they all did. But then came the harder part. "Who's gonna go look for Howdy?"
Up above them all, the midget wolf was watching them. I'll eat them all, those lovely little delicacies, yes I will! it vowed, and walked away, slowly, watching over them as if to memorize their faces. The wolf would kill and feast on them all.
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