Summary: Charlie wanted to explore his father's shed. Little did he know what lurked within.
Genre: Humor
Rated: K+
Warning Tag: Furby Nightmares
Buried in the Deep
Charlie hadn't been in his father's shed full of treasures since he moved out of the Burrow, so when the chance to slip away from the chaotic setup of his eldest brother's wedding came up, he gladly took the task in setting out to find more chairs.
The air was still stale and thick with dust, and the light inside was still dark, only a few strays of sunlight escaped through cracks of the wood plank siding. It didn't feel as mysterious and scary as he remembered, but it still gave him that sense of excitement. There were a lot of new things strewn about, and it looked a little more organized than before. The work bench was mostly cleared off, but was lined with a bunch of small ray-dough's. Some were taken apart, and Charlie went to investigate only to quickly lose interest when what sounded like gravel in a tin bucket was being rattled around from the one he tinkered with.
Lighting his wand, Charlie went further to the back where it was harder to see. Vaguely remembering that there were a few folding chairs tucked in the back once upon a time there. He brushed past a fuzzy looking object along the way, and the childish voice he heard seconds later had him freeze on the spot.
"AAH! Me scawed. Mama!"
'There's a child in here?' was the first thing he thought, frantically looking around and under the tables.
"Hello? Where are you?"
"Mama! Scawed. Too dawk. Ah!"
There was a strange, mechanical sound heard then, like something was trying to move but not very successfully. Charlie stopped to listen, trying to find its source. He took a couple slow steps backwards, but something caught around his ankle, causing him to stumble and fall right onto his bum.
He swore loudly as the pain shot up his tailbone. And then that voice was heard again, but this time it was very close, and right next to him.
"Ah! Woud sound."
Charlie looked to his right, and what looked back from underneath the table had his blood run cold. It had bulging eyes, a beak mouth, and large ears. It stared at him for a long moment before suddenly blinking, the mechanical sounds emitting from it as it looked to be bouncing around.
"Mama!" the thing chirped before making the most terrifying giggly laugh the ginger had ever heard.
He was on his feet and bolting for the door before he could register what he was doing. Charlie Weasley, Dragon Wrangler for a large portion of his life, got scared of a small, robotic Muggle pet Furby.
Originally Written For:
Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition
Monthly Challenges for All
Word Count: 439
Originally Written: June 2018
