Path of Vengeance

II Unrelenting

This saga begins with Jerry Taback, the boy whose vocabulary primarily consisted of pitiful insults and whatnot. Bursting through his bedroom door for the millionth time, he proceeded to sit in his gaming chair and boot up his expensive gaming computer — followed by donning his epic gaming headsets and adjusting his custom gaming mouse.

Meanwhile, Fatty's ears perked up at the boisterous sounds coming from that damnable PC. His head craned upward with a start and he bumped it against a loose collection of cage wires that had caved in sometime ago. Unfortunately the opening made from that wasn't big enough for poor Fatty to fit through and the wires only served to scrape the fur off his head.

Would it really be such a troublesome insult to ask for a few more minutes of sleep with the exclusion of a rude awakening? he thought to himself. Fatty rolled off the least dirtiest bits of bedding which were matted together and stretched his back like an elegant feline. Just like every other morning, Fatty admired the outside world from a small window Jerry never bothered curtaining. He found himself worshipping it at times, for it was the dearest thing he could gaze upon.

The only thing that ruined the picture was Jerry, whose head popped out from the top of the gaming chair. Glancing past him, Fatty could see that Jerry was playing one of those 2D beat 'em up games. Now this was the only game in Jerry's unorthodox collection that Fatty took somewhat of an interest in. He couldn't help but reenact some of the moves that looked badass, and with his small mass he could replicate quite a few of them flawlessly. It was inspiring, to say the very least.

Fatty stretched and stretched, loosening his muscles whilst munching on a solid piece of bedding. The little hamster tried to stomach the taste, yet he was convinced his immune system would never cease bitching about the absence of anything moderately tasty. It would only be a matter of time before he died of starvation. Not only would the revenge he wished to enact possibly ensure justice — but escaping would be awfully convenient for his survival. Today things would change for the better.

The ambitious ball of fur proceeded with thirty-second workout intervals involving pushups, crunches, burpees (which were his least favorite), and to top it all off a dozen jumping jacks. Looking in the reflection of the water dispenser, he wondered why he was named Fatty. Upon observing him, you could most definitely determine he was buffer than the average syrian hamster. Even before he initiated in his workout routine, he was rather skinny and could theoretically stuff himself through a closed door.

Of course, none of this mattered to him now. Fatty was bent on issuing a devastating ultimatum, whether it ended with Jerry's demise or at least shoved the boy in his place. After all this preparation, he hardly considered caution. Looking back at Jerry who was celebrating yet another win, the hamster thought to himself. Oh, Jerry. You egotistical bastard! You won't remain victorious for much longer. I recommend you cherish that great amount of dopamine coursing through your brain. For this will be the last time you ever experience any form of pleasure.

Retreating to the furthest part of his prison cell, he started jogging in place, feeling an electrical sensation which caused each and every hair on his body to stand at attention. He commenced forth, breaking into a sprint and launching himself into the air. Taking up a flying sidekick position, he recited a phrase he heard from time to time emitting from Jerry's loudspeakers.

"FUS RO DAH!"

And with that, his right hind paw connected with the barred door. It unhinged itself completely upon flying upon contact. Fatty landed in a roll, making his way up to the edge of the plastic table which he remained on for what seemed like a century. At long last, he was free. But his thoroughly-planned operation had yet to conclude.