Name: Anonymous 2010-02-20 2:17
Jethro took of his working clothes and put on his goth-boots. The only thing he was wearing besides these boots were fingerless gloves and a dirty pair of boxers, which proudly declared "PET SHOP BOYS" across the rear. He hadn't showered in a few days. This was exactly the way the boss liked it.
He looked around to see if anyone was near. Then again...why would anyone be near? He lived in a trailer, alone. He pushed his coffee table back, flipped open a few floorboards that led to a secret staircase, and started walking down the steps. He was sweating profusely.
He walked a few hundred feet before he could see flickering flames. He was walking in a sewer, a few hundred yards ahead was his master, sitting on his throne. Hundreds of red candles were lit to the left and right of him.
He could barely see his boss, but he could make out his distinct, orange, fur. As he got closer he could see him, sitting there, greasy black hair hanging down, his whole body one big woven blanket of orange fur. 3 horns stood erect on his head, as if they were nipples in a cold shower. The creature, or beast, or whatever it was, resembled a muppet and was several hundred years old.
The thing stood. Jethro stood, confidently, as he, and many others, had before. "Its time to feed" the thing announced in some obscure, extinct language. As it walked toward Jethro, he poised himself and got ready for what was going to happen next.
The monster, who stood at 7 1/2 feet tall, bent over to bite jethros neck. He was going to feed and take part of his soul. This would be the third and final time, after this, jethros soul would be completely eviscerated. He had let the master feed twice before, once a year ago, and once a year before that. He had allowed it to happen. He even signed a contract in blood, saying that the beast would give him love, money, friends, luck, and immortality if he had given him his soul.
But jethro knew it wouldn't work. He had seen the other victims, they had none of these things. They were more braindead then people who smoked pot every day for 15 years straight, all of them lived in poverty, they roamed the earth looking for souls to feed on. Some lived in a colony in the sewer, near where the master lived.
At the last second, Jethro pulled a butchers knife out from the side of his boot and stabbed his master in the stomach. A surge of pain ripped through its stomach. He squealed and cried in pain, and fell back. Jethro had run a good 20 feet by now, the beast leaped to its feet and charged him. Jethro was stung in the back with 3 horns. The Orange beast stood tall, and let off a cry of rage. Jethros dismembered body was dangling from the horns, which were now painted crimson with spilled blood. The beast could sense a bit of life in the man, and gnawed on his dangling leg, then proceeded to eat the rest of him.
He looked around to see if anyone was near. Then again...why would anyone be near? He lived in a trailer, alone. He pushed his coffee table back, flipped open a few floorboards that led to a secret staircase, and started walking down the steps. He was sweating profusely.
He walked a few hundred feet before he could see flickering flames. He was walking in a sewer, a few hundred yards ahead was his master, sitting on his throne. Hundreds of red candles were lit to the left and right of him.
He could barely see his boss, but he could make out his distinct, orange, fur. As he got closer he could see him, sitting there, greasy black hair hanging down, his whole body one big woven blanket of orange fur. 3 horns stood erect on his head, as if they were nipples in a cold shower. The creature, or beast, or whatever it was, resembled a muppet and was several hundred years old.
The thing stood. Jethro stood, confidently, as he, and many others, had before. "Its time to feed" the thing announced in some obscure, extinct language. As it walked toward Jethro, he poised himself and got ready for what was going to happen next.
The monster, who stood at 7 1/2 feet tall, bent over to bite jethros neck. He was going to feed and take part of his soul. This would be the third and final time, after this, jethros soul would be completely eviscerated. He had let the master feed twice before, once a year ago, and once a year before that. He had allowed it to happen. He even signed a contract in blood, saying that the beast would give him love, money, friends, luck, and immortality if he had given him his soul.
But jethro knew it wouldn't work. He had seen the other victims, they had none of these things. They were more braindead then people who smoked pot every day for 15 years straight, all of them lived in poverty, they roamed the earth looking for souls to feed on. Some lived in a colony in the sewer, near where the master lived.
At the last second, Jethro pulled a butchers knife out from the side of his boot and stabbed his master in the stomach. A surge of pain ripped through its stomach. He squealed and cried in pain, and fell back. Jethro had run a good 20 feet by now, the beast leaped to its feet and charged him. Jethro was stung in the back with 3 horns. The Orange beast stood tall, and let off a cry of rage. Jethros dismembered body was dangling from the horns, which were now painted crimson with spilled blood. The beast could sense a bit of life in the man, and gnawed on his dangling leg, then proceeded to eat the rest of him.