Fenrik and the Squeakening
It was a dark and stormy night. Naturally. Thunder rolled, wind howled, and so did he, the great black-furred beast that prowled the high cliffs of Moorshadow Ridge.
Known only as Fenrik, the locals whispered tales of his glowing eyes, his monstrous size, his mysterious tragic past, and his devastating thighs.
He feared nothing.
He regretted everything.
He loathed squirrels.
And then it happened.
Amid the ruin of the old village, past shattered roof tiles and the broken remnants of a cheese cart, he stepped squarely on it:
SQUEEEEEEEEEEAAAK.
He froze.
His ears did a slow, confused twitch. His golden eyes narrowed.
SQUEEEEEEAK.
His paw shot back as if burned. He stared at the small, neon green rubber hedgehog lying smugly at his feet. It had a face. It had intentions.
“…What dark magic is this?” he growled.
SQUEAK. (It was mocking him now.)
He tried to kick it. It bounced and rolled directly into a puddle. The rain made it more squeaky. It was... louder now. Echoing.
From the trees, a chorus of cackling pixies (jerks) burst into song. “Oh Fenrik stepped on Hedgey, now he’s scared of toys, he’s big and mean but lost his poise!”
He snarled.
He chased them.
He tripped on Hedgey again.
SQUEEEEEEEEEAAAAK.
A single, defeated howl rose into the night.
Known only as Fenrik, the locals whispered tales of his glowing eyes, his monstrous size, his mysterious tragic past, and his devastating thighs.
He feared nothing.
He regretted everything.
He loathed squirrels.
And then it happened.
Amid the ruin of the old village, past shattered roof tiles and the broken remnants of a cheese cart, he stepped squarely on it:
SQUEEEEEEEEEEAAAK.
He froze.
His ears did a slow, confused twitch. His golden eyes narrowed.
SQUEEEEEEAK.
His paw shot back as if burned. He stared at the small, neon green rubber hedgehog lying smugly at his feet. It had a face. It had intentions.
“…What dark magic is this?” he growled.
SQUEAK. (It was mocking him now.)
He tried to kick it. It bounced and rolled directly into a puddle. The rain made it more squeaky. It was... louder now. Echoing.
From the trees, a chorus of cackling pixies (jerks) burst into song. “Oh Fenrik stepped on Hedgey, now he’s scared of toys, he’s big and mean but lost his poise!”
He snarled.
He chased them.
He tripped on Hedgey again.
SQUEEEEEEEEEAAAAK.
A single, defeated howl rose into the night.
