"Yes, actually, I like this one."

The monkeywolf closes his notebook and turns about, heading for another station from which to haunt people, drawing out the salami to gnaw on. Then it stops, stares at the piece of food, then whips around and stops you dead in your tracks with a sharp yell. You turn around slowly, eyes narrowed, head forward and teeth bared, expecting the worst.

The monkeywolf pulls something out of his front pocket and tosses it to you, which you catch reflexively. "Almost forgot your payment!" the monkeywolf calls out as it turns around and continues on its way. You blink a couple of times and glance at the object you caught. A pair of wind-up chattering teeth ... with sharp fangs? Walking on four legs?

:THAT'S BLOODY WELL IT! RUN FOR IT!!!: your mind screams at you at the top of its mental lungs. You spin around, almost falling, and dive into a bent-over wild sprint, completely forgetting the chattering teeth which you numbly stuck in your pocket through the panic ...

Written by Hypogryph (edited by wanderer)

Kit-Kat

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