Animal Flow

Boy Who Cried Werewolf

"WEREWOLF!"

"WEREWOLF!"

"WEREWOLF! HELP SOMEBODY!!!"

Animal uses every ounce of strength in his body to keep the door shut- the raging beast on the other side not backing down. A stab of adrenaline pops through the red puppet's body each time it bangs against the door. With every powerful headbutt into the stiff sheet of painted wood, he can feel it come a scratch closer to snapping right in half. Animal's yells of fearful desperation echo throughout the entire house. His voice becomes hoarse as he gasps for air, the effort against the door deflating his lungs like a balloon being slowly emptied. Just as he feels lightheaded enough to flop over, his labored breaths of effort retreat with a sigh of relief as he feels the pressure on the other side of the door release... and to his rescue, a tired-looking Floyd, peeking around the corner, eyes blinking sleepily as if the yelling has just woken him up. 

"...What're you yellin' about so late, Animal? You should be in bed right no-"

"WEREWOLF!!!!!"

Refusing to remove himself from the door, Animal's chest rises and falls as he watches Floyd scratch his head, clearly too tired to deal with Animal's fantasies.

"...Aw, man... we've been over this." Floyd sighs, soon wrapping Animal in his arms. "You don't needa worry about werewolves 'round here. It's just your imagination, silly!"

Clearly impatient, Animal looks up at the bassist with a long face of unamusement. That iconic expression brings him back to the day he met Animal, cold and lonely on his porch...

"...Werewolf!" Animal exclaims, raising his arms as he attempts to express the severity of the situation. "Big wolf! Big teeth, big claws-" he flails around, trying to imitate the beast- "...OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM."

Janice peeks around the corner, concerned.

"Come on, Animal. You know there's no werewolf," Floyd chuckles nervously, patting him on the head. 

But he flinches as a large thump erupts through the ground, causing it to quiver dangerously. Speak of the devil.

"...It's just... somethin' goin' on outside! Construction work, man!"

Sweat drips from his forehead as he glances at the door in front of him.

"There's no such thing as a-"

The two are sent practically soaring into the air as the door finally snaps off its hinges, the hectic beast charging forward like a bull on parade. A cringeworthy trail of famished drool makes its way all the way down the hall and into the living room, where the monster surveys the entire area for the trespasser that dared to come close to it.