To Build a Home

Fairytales

Arthur sat in his treetop home, swinging his legs and humming as he sharpened his arrows. He had managed to make a treehouse on top of a large tree. Arthur was still shivering from seeing those things last night. Those horrid creatures, the ones that were neither human nor undead. Their arms were contorted and twisted at impossible angles, there faces melting as if a fire was light under their chins, metal laced up their bodies infused with wires were bone should be. They were nightmares.

Arthur shot as many of them as he could from above. It's a good thing they couldn't climb, oh but the spiders could. Radioactive spiders that glowed with a hellish light, the smallest the size of Arthur's hand, the biggest the size laundry basket. He was pretty sure that if these things bit him that he would not get spider powers.The snakes, oh the snakes. The little devils were fast, and strangely had eyes that hummed with intelligence. The slithered in the dark, waiting, watching, whispering.

Arthur could swear he was going to lose his sanity soon. Why, oh why did he have leave the group? Now he was alone. He felt himself going insane as he whispered a song Alfred used to sing him as he rocked Arthur asleep in their small home they had built in the northern woods.

Even though 'the end' was a forbidden subject, it was secretly drilled into the academy's students that we were probably the last of humanity and much emphasis was put on making small villages disguised as projects for workshop and such. The school year was even cut short. Winter was for education, Summer was for camp and skill building, fall and spring where work months, meant to build villages and get ready to rebuild society. It was scary to think that in a few years women would be expected to have kids, and even scarier that these kids would never know the wonders of computers, phones, and fanfiction.

But back to the man eating spiders, snakes, and people.

As Arthur hummed, he felt something shake above him. Carrots fell from the branches one by one hitting Arthur on the arms, the legs. The boy looked up to see where they were dropping from, making a mistake that can never be undone. A single carrot fell, faithfully hitting Arthur in the eye. As the carrot stabbed his eyelid Arthur let out a blood curdling scream. Pain seared through his eye as he felt energy from the carrot pierce his beloved green emeralds. The leaves rustled as a large flying animal fell from the tree.

"AHHHH!" Arthur screamed grabbing his bow, clutching his eyes.

The green rabbit flew around his head in a panic.

"AHHHHH. What are we screaming about again?"

"What the bloody hell are you?" Arthur screeched, his eyebrows lifting.

The creature blinked. "I am your worst nightmare." It's eyes were souless.

Arthur gulped, blinking his eyes rapidly subsiding the pain.

"What do you want?"

"I dunno. I'm bored and hungry."

"Are you going to eat me?"

"No, I only eat carrots, and you are not a carrots. Your eyebrows are about the same size, but I will not eat your eyebrows. They are not carrots."

I blinked. Did I just get roasted by a flying, mint colored rabbit?

"Thank you?..."

"No problem." The bunny squeaked. "But you know what I love more than carrots?"

Arthur hummed in response.

A rustle sounded from behind him. The moment he turned around he was met face to face with a jungle snake, coiled up and ready to strike. As Arthur blinked the blasted thing sprang from its spot on the tree and in seconds it's neck was snapped and hanging in Mint Bunny's mouth.