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Wow, I love your story! Please post more!
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Ohh, thats good, mate! MORE!!!
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XD... I wasn't intending to post any more, BUT if you insist, I might find the time to overcome my insipid laziness and come up with something XD but I wouldn't want to give too much away, it'll spoil the comic I'm trying-but-not-really-but-will-get-around-to-be working on!
[EDIT] Here we go!
The gabbit’s fearful, innocent look suddenly turned to one of great malice as it looked Cal straight in the eye, catching the attention of it’s fuzzle companions.
'...Git ‘im!'
Cal’s eyes widened, taken aback. He didn’t have time to think of how to act; the fuzzles had turned vicious, and were on top of him before he could blink. Sinking their fangs into his legs , he screamed in fear and pain, in the hope that someone would hear him.
Nobody did.
Cal felt one of the little terrors latch onto his face, and as he instinctly teared it way with his hands, he felt an agonising blast of pain from his left eye, and trailing down across his face. The same fuzzle came back and crashed into his head, knocking him down. He tried to scramble back up, lest they try to kill him while he was down, but to no avail. As he noticed how much blood had pooled on the surgery room floor, how much he had lost, he succumbed to exhaustion, and lay limp.
Presuming he was dead, the rabid fuzzles and the insane gabbit stopped their attack, and made their way to the door.
As Cal lifted his head to stare once more at the creatures, he noticed something about the gabbit; it had a little glowing thing on it’s head, probably a headport. That was the last image he saw, before he finally slipped into the black void. He would never forget it.
***
‘
How could they have gone so far? It’s-‘
‘I don’t care if it’s impossible, it
still happened.’
‘This is all Humphrey’s fault. He’s the one-‘
‘He’s not to blame, it’s the first time something like this has happened.’
‘He leaves that thing alone for
five minutes, and-‘
‘We know what happened. But we can’t let this leak out to the press.’
The two Vykkers went silent for a moment, both thinking the same thing. If
M.O.M, F.U.D TV or even
The Daily Deception got a hold of this... well, Vykkers Labs would have a lot of explaining to do.
One turned to look at the hospital bed, which now contained the mauled Intern, covered with bandages, and unconscious.
‘...Will he be alright?’ he asked. The other Vykker sighed.
‘We’re not sure. He lost an incredible amount of blood. Not to mention...’ his expression was that of hopelessness, ‘We... couldn’t save his eye. He’ll be half blind for the rest of his life. That is, if he survives at all. He sure won’t want to be working here anymore, in any case.’
‘I can’t say I blame him.’
Suddenly, another Intern burst into the room, carrying a handwritten note. Handing it to one of the Vykkers, he then stood back by the wall.
‘What do we have here?...’ said the Vykker, then read it. His facial expression turned from potential hope, to a mix of rage, disgust, and horror.
‘What’s it say..? Have they found the gabbit?’ asked the other. Snatching the note, he read:
Gabbit had been sighted. Followed by veritable army of fuzzles.
Several attacks on employees, with heavy casualties.
Extensive damage to equipment, including several
Snoozer insallments. Gabbit has escaped through poop shute.
Judging by the poor handwriting, the messenger Intern had written the note himself. A tense, uncomfortable silence followed.
‘...This... is a disaster! What are we going to do?! This beast will bring about the end of Vykkers labs, if it hasn’t already! What are gonna
doooo...’ the Vykker erupted in uncontrollable sobbing and howling. The other Vykker and Intern looked at each other.
‘Get Humphrey here, immediately. And show him the note, if you haven’t already-‘
‘That won’t be needed, Avery, I’m here.’ Came a familiar voice from behind the dirty, bloodstained curtain. Humphrey stepped out, his face grave.
‘Humphrey! You idiot! You peabrain! You left a gabbit to his own devices-‘
‘We all know, Elliot. There’s no reason to repeat it. The matter has been stabilized; all employees have been notified, and we are certain the animal is no longer aboard this ship.’
This did not settle things, however.
‘Oh, so you expect everything to be
okay now, I suppose?’ the Vykker named Elliot cried. ‘We still have
damages to pay for, not to mention the
harm done to all our
research...’
‘Calm down. These things will settle with time. Crying will not solve things.’ Humphrey stated blankly. ‘And as for this fellow...’ He turned to Cal, who was still out cold. ‘When he wakes up, I want a full-detail explanation of what happened. He was the first victim, and the only one in the room at the time. For all we know...’ he turned to glare at the others, ‘
He could well be fully responsible for this.’