.:~Sizzling Honey~ A Barry.B.Benson Tale (Western):.

.:=~Sizzling Honey-The Enigmatic Rebirth~=:.

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A lonely figure stumbled onto the sand, a bottle of soothing booze in one hand swinging sluggishly, in time with his trudging steps. Shrek never fought he would feel so low, was something wrong with him? Sweat brimmed his brow and a feverish sensation came over him, Harry was his sworn enemy...so why was he left with longing, his world crumbling and no sense of belonging? Night had fallen upon Eastwood, and the often bustling Dusty Bone Saloon was now silent. Not even a gentle breeze blew through the town's streets as he blundered this way and that, unsure of where he was truly going. The lights from windows, which illuminate the dirt paths, only peeked out through drawn curtains leaving snake-eye like slits along the floor. Even the houses seem to be mourning. 

One misplaced foot after the other, and the roostered cowboy plummeted to the ground. He remained there for a while, face first on the cool desert floor, before hauling himself back onto his uneven stance. Small pebbles dug into his skin, which he simply brushed off, leaving miniscule streaks of blood cascading down his face like raindrops on a window. A few glistening drops of tears coagulated with the streaks of sanguine. 

He fell to his knees with an echoing thud and a piercing cry. "WHY!"

The shutters of a nearby window flew open and an unamused tenant, Sam, replied with a bellowing screech "Some FOLKS 're tryin' to SLEEP" his frown was coupled with furrowed brow. "YA!" another voice called, presumabley Ava, Sam's wife. Shrek was so blinded with pure rage, he, without taking a second to think, catapulted the empty bottle against the wooden wall, shattering on impact and glass rained down upon an unknown figure. "W'AT'S WITH ALL THIS THUNPIN' RACKET" Cody, Ava's mother, shook her first out of the first floor window. Kai was left stunned at the random corpse now lying underneath him, just outside his front door.

Shrek, rolled his eyes uncaringly, exhausted of pretending everything was ok. He shaded his eyes with the rim of his cowboy hat, now glaring unseeingly at the ground beneath him. Unsure of where to go , he continued to stumble along, ignoring the barrage of insults regarding his not so convential looks. 

Abruptly, a dark figure in the corner of his eye, darted into the adjacent alleyway. Shrek was not for confrontation or investigation but an almost supernatural power willed him to follow. 

Drawing closer to the allusive doorway of darkness, Shrek felt an instinctive shiver down his spine. Due to the lack of nearby lanterns, the alleyway was shaded from any form of light, concealing whatever may be lurking in the pitch black. It may have been the drunken state the cowboy had found himself in, or maybe even the lack of care for his own safety. Perhaps, there was actually a supernatural power beckoning him into his imminent death. For what ever reason, Shrek took a pace into the alleyway.

"'Ello?" The click of his rowels came to a stop as he found himself in the middle of the obscured passageway. No response came from the seemingly empty path. 

=DRIP DRIP DRIP=

Shrek felt droplets of an unkown substance seep onto his shoulder and trickle onto his forearm. His distorted gaze swiftly shifted to his now soaking forearm. "W-w'at is that-" The words slurred. With little caution, in his confused state, he jolted his neck upwards to the source of the goop. His eyes widened in astonishment, this all must have been a drunken hallucination. It HAD to be a drunken hallucination. He WISHED this was a drunken halluniation...

A figure was perched with its arms and legs outsretched in a contorted pose. Its salivating maw gaped open far too wide, revealing the red of nearby tendons and mismatched teeth. Some the pearlescent jaws of a predator, the others familliar for some unkown reason. What Shrek could make out of the creatures face, seemed to almost drip off the bones. The skin sagged with age and its wide eyes were sunken in hollows. Its shaggy black hair was unkempt with small areas of nothing but greying skin. It didnt look fully developed, almost like something that came out a womb way too early, and its gaze matched Shrek's. A pair of circular, wire-rimmed spectacles lay on the ground, deserted.

"Ge' down from t'ere son, a fall from that 'eight could put ya in a w'ole world o' pain!" Shrek attempted to hide the faint stuttering of his voice. 

With the same speed of a kobra's strike, the creature pounced onto Shrek, pinning him to the ground with its mangled limbs, as if Shrek was nothing but a pathetic mouse. Its breath reaked of death and bile and the thing pressd its face against Shrek's. He forced his eyelids shut, there was never a moment where he was religious, except now, he was praying to all the gods. 

As if his prayers had been answered, its leaped off of Shrek's torso, his arms were shivering in an nonexistent cold. 

"You found my glasses!" A recognisable voice called...the slight tinge of british.

"A-a-'arry?" Shrek stuttered whilst he frantically pinched his arm "It-it cant be ya' this aint real!"

"My old friend...of course it's me!" 'Harry Potter' said in a soft tone "Do you not recognise me?"

His face was even more distorted then Shrek first thought. His face was like warm dough, and sags of skin and fat draped over eachover. A forced smile made his lips contourt and crack into an ominous shape. A milky glaze gave Harry's eyes the glisten of death.

"What in tarnation 'appened to you!"

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A/N: Sorry, this was meant to be posted last week, but i lost my pinkie finger in a horrific sausage making accident. No need to worry, it tasted delicous in my Sunday Roast. Anyways, as we all know fingers grow back (DO NOT RECREATE THIS AT HOME). Up next is Chapter Six! 

-Avacado and Codfish Fingers-