I've never written a fanfic before, but here I go. Oh and please reply to my poetry and fan art threads... I need feedback to see what you guys think. Anyway (better stop advertising
...), onto my fanfic... Victor's Tale.
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Victor was an ordinary Vykker who worked at a large laboratory in the middle of a forest. His office was on the 3rd floor. Victor was just another normal Vykker; Purple, cruel, sadistic, cold-blooded, ugly and so on. Yes, he was just another Vykker who was out to make a living by cutting up flesh and developing teeth-rotting sweeteners. Until one day...
"HEY! INTERN! Get yourself over here! And bring a critter!" screeched Victor.
The Intern mumbled a rude reply and grabbed an occupied fuzzle-cage. He placed it on Victors table and left.
"Hee hee hee," giggled Victor while he stroked the shaking fuzzle and slowly raised a large injection gun towards it.
The fuzzle began shaking violently.
"HOLD STILL DAMMIT!" cursed Victor.
Victor was getting impatient and irritated. He whacked the fuzzle.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!!" Victor cried, raising his left arm which now had a nice set of teeth marks imprinted onto it.
He dropped the injection gun. The injection gun striked Victor's foot. The needle dug in. His vision blurred and his eyes began to water. His head began to swim. His foot became swollen and he was losing his balance. He stumbled towards the window. He tripped over a dead fuzzle. He fell.
"What ...?"Victor wondered as gravity pulled him towards the ground,"my formula isn't supposed to do ... do... thi... this...."
He hit the ground. He slipped into unconsiousness...
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TO BE CONTINUED