Author's note: I forgot to mention that this story takes place between 13 and PE.
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That night, a wave of ghoulish animals was unleashed upon Amity Park. They caused no damage, though. They were only after one thing.
The animals found their way into houses by any means possible. Two shadowy animals managed to find their way in to the house with the large sign that said "Fenton works".
A lizard made his way into a room that was vaguely pink in the darkness. The lizard could see a bed. A ginger-haired girl was asleep in the darkness. Her hair was spread out across the pillow.
This was going to be easier than he had thought.
The lizard slithered silently along the walls, near the ceiling. He moved across the corner with ease and came to the head of the bed. He stepped on to the varnished wooden headboard and slipped slightly. Scrambling to regain control, the lizard ended up sliding down the curved headboard and landing on the pillow.
Looking up, the lizard suddenly found himself face-to-face with the girl. She murmured something in her sleep and turned over, leaving the lizard face-to-face with what he had wanted all along; the hair.
The lizard clamped his tiny jaws down on a strand of the orange hair and gently eased it away from the girl. That would be enough. For now.
The lizard climbed down from
the bed and trekked across the fluffy carpet until he came to the
wall. Making sure he had the hair in a firm grip, the lizard
clambered up the wall towards the window. After he had safely exited
through the window, he made his way back to his master.
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The
other animal was a cat who found her way through the other open
window. Unfortunately, she was a little clumsier in her entrance.
Jumping through the window, she managed to collide nose-first with
some shelves. Hissing softly and twitching her nose in pain, the cat
turned around and noticed the black-haired boy lying in the
bed.
This wasn't going to be too hard.
The cat padded softly on all four paws across the carpet to the bed. Digging her claws into the blanket, she managed to hoist herself up to the boy. Avoiding the boy's outstretched limbs, she carefully made her way to his head.
The cat relaxed the muscles in her left paw, allowing her claws to slip out with ease. With a small swipe at the boy's head, three short hairs had been cut. She cautiously gathered up the three hairs using her mouth.
In a sudden burst of energy, the boy rolled over in his sleep. The cat leapt out of his way just in time to see his elbow spear the point where she would have been, had she not leapt out of the way.
Bristling her fur and arching her back slightly, the cat turned and jumped up to the windowsill. With one last shimmering red-eyed glance to the boy, she jumped out of the window. Cats always land on their feet. Securing her grip on the hair, she turned and ran back to her master.
He was going to be pleased.
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Many of the animals had finished for the night and were either making their way back or were already there. One rabbit was still out, though. After many unsuccessful tries the rabbit thought, once again, that he had found the right house.
A wide-open window always made getting in easier. Even if it wasn't on the ground floor.
The dark rabbit landed on the pale green carpet, narrowly avoiding a stray dirty sock. Flinching in disgust, the rabbit continued on his hopping trek across the carpet, towards the bed. Not including the one dirty sock, the carpet was clean and uncluttered.
Standing on all four paws, the rabbit pushed back on his powerful hind legs and bounded on to the bed. The springy mattress bounced the rabbit slightly and the blanket cushioned his fall.
Asleep in the bed was a boy wearing yellow pyjamas and a red beret. He was lost in a dream, oblivious to everything that was going on in the outside world.
Tucker was standing on an island. An island that didn't seem to have seen people for a while – the sand hat been shaped smoothly by the sea and wind and the topmost grains had formed a stiff yet fragile layer. A salty sea breeze refreshingly wafted over him from the side. A row of mechanical palm trees lined the horizon, swaying in the direction of the breeze. Nearby, a buffet table was neatly laid out with large metal containers filled with meat.
Ignoring the buffet table for now, Tucker wandered towards the palm trees, wondering if they had any function at all. Underfoot, the crisp, unspoiled sand layer that he stepped on cracked and broke as it allowed his feet to sink slightly. As he lifted each foot up, trickles of sand ran like tiny rivers in the small, shallow ditches that his feet left.
The palm tree towered at least two feet over Tucker. The long trunk was made of wide rings of metal bolted together. Four long sheets of metal stretched away from the top of the trunk, casting claw-like shadows over the sandy landscape. The breeze hit Tucker's back and the palm tree gave a screeching creak as it swayed away from him.
Tucker reached out to the palm tree, delicately touching it with the tips of his fingers, as if it were as fragile as the crusty layer of sand and tucker could break it with an overly powerful touch. Icy chills ran through his fingers. It felt odd; it was freezing, like it had just come out of the freezer. Even though it had spent all day in the blazingly low sun's heat. Tucker touched it again. The same icy coolness ran into his fingers again. But this time, he also felt something else. It was almost... fluffy.
The boy reached out to the rabbit, tenderly touching the black fur, then quickly withdrawing his touch. The rabbit stayed still, trying not to wake the boy. He calmed and rolled over, throwing the rabbit off the bed.
Tucker turned sharply away from the palm tree. His stomach roared in protest of starvation. Remembering the buffet table, he dashed over the sand, letting his stomach lead the way. Small amounts of sand flicked up from behind his shoes with each rushed step.
The long white cloth that was draped over the table gleamed brightly in the sunlight. Lifting off the lid of a large dish, Tucker sniffed the air appreciatively. He licked his lips as he saw what was waiting to be devoured inside the dish.
A knife and fork appeared in Tucker's hands. "Mmm – T-bone steaks."
The ground started to rumble beneath the table, shaking the dishes and containers. Instinctively, Tucker took a few steps back.
The rabbit launched himself once again on to the bed, landing clumsily on the mattress, causing every spring inside it to shudder.
The buffet table started to sink into the ground. Tucker watched as the delicious meal slipped through the sand, only jumping mouth-first to grab it at the last second.
Spitting out litres of sand, Tucker stood up and brushed himself down. "That's the last time I trust a buffet table."
While desperately trying to cling on while the boy thrashed about, the rabbit found himself being catapulted to the head of the bed.
Tucker turned around, hoping to continue on and find another buffet table. Instead of moving, he stood rooted to the spot. In front of him was a large green dinosaur standing on two legs. It was no ordinary dinosaur, though. It had a large T-bone steak for a body. Its scales shimmered with a magnificent grey/green in the glaring sunlight.
Tucker murmured the name of the creature. "T-osteosaurus."
The creature took a step forward, leaving vast footprints in the sand.
HadroT-osteosaurus, Tucker's mind corrected.
The hadroT-osteosaurus regarded Tucker with two beady eyes for a moment before snorting and shifting its feet. It let out a low-pitched deafening roar before taking a claw and swiping at Tucker. Tucker ducked, but still managed to get his beret knocked off.
The rabbit landed on the mattress with a low, resounding creak. He looked up and noticed he was right next to the boy's ear. The boy didn't seem to be stirring.
The rabbit grabbed the boy's beret with both front paws and snatched it away from the boy's head. The boy started to stir and wake.
Tucker's beret vanished into thin air. The hadroT-osteosaurus also dissolved from view. With a loud pop, the mechanical palm trees disappeared. The ground and sky were sucked away, leaving Tucker in a dark void.
He began to fall through the darkness. The air whistled past his ears and forced his clothes to flap. He was quickly approaching some sort of ground. It was a pale grey square. He was about to hit it when...