This story is takes place between Munstah in the Dark by (that1hugboxer) and Please wait just a little while by(that1hugboxer)
You wake early in the morning . As you finish feeding Odis and the indoor fluffies you make your way to the back yard.
all of the outdoor fluffies are huddled near the sliding glass door.
Odd… they usually stay inside the coops until the sun rises.
Even the usually jovial Queequeg is among them, with an uncharacteristically unnerved expression on his face.
“Queequeg…. What’s the matter buddy?”
Queequeg motions with his head towards the other side of the yard.
He’s pointing towards Drupal’s grave.
You see something hunched over the grave…something person sized.
“WHO’S OUT HERE???”
The hunched figure stands up and turns towards you, the red light of the rising sun illuminates them giving you a good look.
Someone or something is staring back at you from across the yard wearing some kind of ghillie suit…. Made from the skinned pelts (including faces and manes ) of fluffies sewed together almost seamlessly.
The light of dawn shown through the empty eye sockets and mouths of the Faces making up the suit like some deranged shadow puppet show. The tortured expressions of each face immortalized their final moments for all to see.
“Good God all mighty!!!”
The figure turns and your face is hit by several blinding beams of light from the eye and mouth holes that make up the suit.
As your vision returns to you a few moments later you see the figure now on the other side of the fence sprinting down the dirt path heading into the surrounding wooded area, before vanishing into the foliage without a trace.
You rush over to the grave and find it open and inside is Drupal’s body minus its pelt.
