A comedy horror collection.
Includes original art that has nothing to do with anything. Enjoy a wonderfully weird assortment of tales, from inter-dimensional dinosaurs to peaceful paper routes.
(This is a story adaptation of my interactive fiction game of the same name. So the format is... experimental.)
You just scritch-scratched the dirt into the perfect little bed. Your puffy feathered body snuggles right in. This is the most comfortable place you have ever been in your life. This is your spot.
Dolores the duck sees how cozy your spot is. She wants it. You can see it in her eyes. She waddles over to you. She blinks. It's time to send her packing with a single venomous glance. This is your talent. And you are a master.
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Your angry glare is very effective. Her flappy footsteps fade into the distance as she finds a napping spot somewhere else. Far away from you. And your perfect spot.
You fluff your feathers as they warm up from the gentle morning sunlight. You're the last chicken on the farm, and sometimes it gets lonely, but right now you're happy right where you are. You close your little chicken eyes and drift off into a peaceful nap.
Quinn the quail calls out her funny sound, waking you up. She bobs her head at you. Hopeful. Waiting. But you won't give up this spot.
You stare back in pure outrage, using your eyes to let her know how unreasonable she is.
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She sees your rage and is clearly taken aback. She's just pretending to look unphased. She bolts away because you are such a mighty chicken and also that's just how she moves. But mostly because of you.
Another peaceful moment in your spot. You reflect on your bird life. You think about Daisy and Camilla, the other chickens that used to live here. You miss them a little. But only a little. Most days the peace and quiet is just what you need. You puff up your feathers and settle in for another nap.
Gretta the goose wakes you up with a loud honk. She thinks she can take your spot. But she's wrong. You burn into her mind with your fiery gaze of death.
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She leans her head close and stares at you with one eye and then the other. But her soul lacks the infernal intensity of your own, and after a few seconds, she backs away. She honks at you one last time before departing. She knows when she is outmatched.
You look around the farm. No one else is trying to take your spot. You get nice and cozy. The other chickens are no longer alive, but this farm is a wonderful place and you are happy here. Right here. And you will never move from this spot.
After all...
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