My entry for… Octoberthon Marathon Prompt #2
Imp was having the worst day of his short little life. After climbing into a house’s crawlspace a flock of strange wingie monsters, Earl later told him were bats, flew around him and even a few bit him. This lead to a trip to the fluffy vet for a series of rabies shots leaving him with a sore tummy and worst of all he had seen a scary movie of what happens when you get bit by a bat. He was shown the making of videos that came with the movie to show just how fake it was but it seemed to real that in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think… What if? Well after having spent the day laying in his bed the nature of his tummy herties changed from needle stings to want food. Dragging himself out of bed he exited his doghouse and headed for the kibble trough but after chewing twice it was so yucky he had to spit it out. That was when he noticed this tongue had become forked he moved to the water trough to get a better look with his reflection and discovered he didn’t have one. He looked up to the corral light up above, shining bright in the night but he still had no reflection, then his tummy grumbled again. Something in the air smelled good, real good. Following his nose it lead him into Hob’s doghouse, it was coming from Hob and he could hear something thumping gently inside him and he licked his lips with hunger. Too hungry to notice the long sharp canine teeth he had sprouted and now loomed over his brother.
-Mmm…Yawn What bwuddew want? Hob twyin to sweeeeEEEEEEEEE!-
Imp’s Teeth sank deep into Hob’s neck and he drank and drank, the taste reminded him of skettie sauce making him drink faster. In moments he had drank Hob dry and as he licked his lips clean he realized something, he wanted more. Making his way to Gremlin and Lemon’s doghouse he crept through the doorway so lightly he almost felt like he was flying. Trying to decide who would go first Imp was surprised when Hob spun around and hit him with a full power TK blast to the face bouncing him off the plastic wall.
-Why Imp give Hob owwies?! Gwemwin hewe Imp give bwothew foweva sweepies! Why?!- His horn glowing bright keeping Imp distracted as Lemon ran away.
-You no wanna fight Imp, Imp is you bwuthew, Imp just wanna pway.- His eyes and horn lighting up bright red. -Come pway with Imp.-
Hob’s body relaxed and his expression went from scared and angry to just blank while Imp drew in closer. The taste of Gremlin’s adrenaline filled blood was even better than Hob’s, he wondered what Goblin’s would taste like. Stepping out the doghouse he found Lemon’s body laying on the ground, Hob’s shriveled husk gnawing at her neck then looked up at Imp letting out a ghoulish moan. He smirked and beckoned the ghoul to follow and it obeyed, sluggishly waddling behind Imp who paused at Goblin’s doorway as there was a glowing light behind the curtain door.
-Come out an pway, Gobwin. Imp got new game to pway with you.-
-Go. Away. Imp smeww diffwent. Wike foweva sweepies.- His tone low and firm.
-Imp wanna pway!- His horn lighting up.
The detachable roof of Goblin’s doghouse tore free and Imp hopped up and looked down at the couple in their nest. Goblin psychically dragged in down face first into the floor then launched him out the door skidding to a halt just before the corral fence on all fours. Running at each other they both launched a psychic blast at each other the impact kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt. Before they could continue Nugget’s screams made him turn around and Imp pounced on his neck sinking his teeth deep and drank.
Earl kicked open his back door and marched to the corral, it was the middle of the night and he was trying to sleep and their screaming and yelling was pissing him off.
“What the hell is going on out here?! It’s two o’clock in the fucking morning! The… Fuck happened out here?!” Opening the corral door.
There was blood everywhere the roof of one of the houses was ripped off and not a fluffy to be seen.
“Goblin? Gremlin? Imp? Hob? Sound off boys! where are you?!”
Imp came swinging down from above biting into Earl’s neck and he woke with a start on his couch clapping a hand to his neck to check for blood or bite marks. Feeling the effects of a massive sugar crash he slid the crooked Joker mask off the side of his head and looked around. The boys were passedout in front of the still on TV, Carol was sprawled out on the couch using Odin as a blanket, her feet across his lap. Then he saw the empty three gallon plastic cauldrons that used to be filled with candy and fluffy treats. He groaned and let his head fall back and stayed there a minute before carefully sliding out from under Carol’s legs then looked down at Odin who stirred and looked up at him.
“That’s my girlfriend traitor.” He grumbled in a joking tone.
Odin just yawned and laid his head back down as he staggered off to the kitchen and started to brew a pot of coffee. He stood in front of the coffee maker watching the pot fill only letting it half finish before filling two cups, adding a dash of cream and sugar to one. Taking a sip from the black coffee he took the other cup as he turned around and was met with Imp’s face staring at him upside down grinning wickedly with red glowing eyes and fangs.