The Cry At Full Moon

Chapter 2

Everything ached. His head spun, and a searing pain had taken hold on his lower arm. A small, wet nose nuzzled him, but he couldn't quite bring himself to open his eyes... he felt so tired...

"Ruff!"

Wait... that's... aghhhh.... It hurt for him just to think. Why did it hurt for him just to think? What was wrong with him?

Either way, the anxious barking  rang a bell in his head. That's was Eggdog. We were running... and... what the fuck happened?

He raised his head, his eyes flying open. Eggdog yelped form the sudden movement, peering at his father.

Why did his body feel so weird?

He decided not to dwell on it. He needed to make sure Eggdog was okay...

He reached forward to hold his son, but abruptly let out an ear-splitting scream.

"OH MY GOD!" SMG3 screamed, leaping up. 

Eggdog, terrified by his father's screaming, turned and ran back to the cafe. Three observed but didn't follow- his son had every right to be terrified, and he was probably safer there.

Three looked over himself, shaking. He had fur all over himself- did I become a furry overnight?! And massive claws protruding from his fingers. He looked behind himself. He had a massive, furry tail as well- oh my god, I am 100% a furry now, aren't I.

To get a better look, he half-limped towards the sound of running water. His new form felt awfully heavy and odd, making it hard to walk in, though he could tell once he learned how to do it properly he would definitely be terrifyingly fast.

He could see everything oddly well despite the fact everything SHOULD look pitch black, but that wasn't his main concern.

He peered at his reflection in the water.

Judging by his relation to nearby objects, he estimated he was around 7 feet tall- absolutely massive. Somehow, his clothes managed to stretch  when he grew as well- making them fit well, though a bit snug, other than his hat, which now looked awfully small. 

His eyes were nearly glowing, and he had ears protruding from his head- hope the furry community accepts me- and everything was so FLUFFY. He gritted his teeth- oh my god, my teeth are razor sharp-

Calm down.

He inhaled, taking a deep, shuttering breath, taking hold of his surroundings fully. The woods were dense and packed, and tall vegetation was pressed against his fluffy legs. Only small slivers of moonlight managed to shine through the overhead canopy.

A sudden sharp pain, so violent and sudden, ran through him, it stopped his observing and caused him to fall on his face with a shriek. The pain soon faded to a harsh throbbing, not much better than before. 

On his lower right arm, part of his skin was torn away, leaving a bloody mess of his raw tissue. He whimpered in pain, closing his eyes as he registered the horrible pain.

He slowly limped back over to his cafe, holding his arm gently as he held back tears of pain, ducking under the now-small-looking wall and inside.

A small furry white shape let out a high-pitched barked, waddling towards him with fear and concern, clutching a small med-kit between his teeth.

"T-thanks Eggdog." Three whispered, sitting down slowly. Eggdog watched as Three began to bandage himself, wincing and clearly near tears as he did so, in visible pain.

Three couldn't bring himself to do anything else than sit with his back against the wall, resting his injured arm as he stared outside. It had been a long time.

Eggnog nestled into the crook of his uninjured arm, and Three gently stroked his fur as he stared blankly outside, processing the nights events and the condition of the cafe.

It wasn't long until the sun rose into the sky, and Three felt his body begin to twitch.

He quickly but gently put Eggdog down, sure not to disturb him, and stumbled a few feet away, almost instantly becoming nauseous. W-What the fuck... 

He felt his body begin to contort, terrifyingly enough- everything swayed in his vision, and after a few second, the feeling went away. He inhaled sharply, shakingly reaching out his hands.

He immediately nearly began to sob in relief, shoulders trembling. His body seemed to have returned to normal- other than his wound, of course. (The bandage seemed to luckily still fit him, like his clothes.)

SMG3 stood back up slowly, clutching his wounded and bandaged arm as Eggdog sleepily woke up, before noticing his father and letting out a series of joyous yips.

"Thank you, Eggdog." Three whispered, wincing as he leaned down to rub his head. He looked at the time, and froze. The cafe was scheduled to open in thirty minutes.

"Hey buddy," Three said while scratching Eggdogs head, "do you mind closing up the shop for me today?"

Eggdog looked at his father, smiling and barking in agreement as he darted off to do so.

"Goddamnit." Three whispered as soon as Eggdog was out of earshot."I can't close the cafe every day, and this arm isn't gonna heal instantly. And what the fuck was I before?"

He stared wistfully outside until Eggdog returned, and gave him more pets.

"We'll figure this out, buddy." Three said aloud, sighing as he scooped up Eggdog and went down to his room.

[I didn't check this over for edits so if anything is weird/wrong that's why, and I wrote this like two weeks apart)