Short Stories

Teryakon

I had a weird feeling that night, so as I turned off my lamp and plugged in my phone, right before I turned over on the couch, I reached for the plush and then turned over.

At about 3 in the morning, Teryakon was standing right here bent because he couldn't fit in my big ass living room, "Where is it? Goddamn it, I thought I took care of Salen."

Not too long ago in school, Salen had called for me, not too many details, and I was handed the plush. It was no normal plush to say the least. It held the fate of tue universe inside of it.

It took great courage to hand it over to me and I proved to be worthy of it. "What's that..." Teryakon saw me sleeping on the couch. He could sense it was there.

Should be an easy take, right? Not when I had it in my hands—a sleep death grip to go along with it, he tried to move my hand but was burned and covered his mouth in order to not scream out.

"Alright, this ain't no normal kid..." said Teryakon getting back up, his huge figure hitting the ceiling. "Maybe another night..."

Just as he was walking away, he found himself being pulled back with a hot rope. A fire rope. "I wanted to get the plush, not get kidnapped!" He began to struggle out of it.

"Really, big man?" I stood behind him and was the one holding the fire rope which had shot from my bare hand. "Who do you work for?"