The Last Of The Woolhekens Pt IV

The Battle of Exposition

(Hope you're okay with mildly grotesque violence!)

Shimmy pumped his cleverly disguised shotgun. With a dramatic zoom on his face that was slightly out of frame, he said something cool and witty, that has yet to be put into the story.

He burst through the door, tearing the hinges off.

"Oh sheep!" Cried a red wooled sheep with a mohawk down his back.

One of them tried to run away, but tripped on a rock. Sobbing he moaned out "I always knew I would die from a normal pair of suspicious flip flops."

"Relax," A sheep who appeared to be the leader said "what's he going to do with a normal pair of sus-"

Shimmy cut him off, by shooting a load of sporks into his face.

"AHHHHHH WHY? I WAS SUPPOSE TO GIVE EXPOSITION!"

Shimmy lodged the sporks into his skull with a firm, but badly angled kick, more so twisting them than pushing them in.

The other sheep stared in shock.

Shimmy took the advantage by putting the back of his shotgun on a sheep's face, aiming at another sheep's chest.

As he shot, the back of his shotgun scraped the sheep's face off, while driving sporks into the other's heart.

Just then, the mohawk sheep had a realization. "Whoa, wait! That's not a normal pair of suspicious flip flops! That's a shotgun cleverly disguised as a suspicious potted plant!"

A sheep gasped at the notion, inhaling a load of sporks from shimmy's gun as he fired.

The sheep struggled on the ground against the suffocation and internal bleeding caused by the sporks lodged in his throat, to a rather effective extent.

That left the mohawk sheep and the crying sheep.

Mohawk threw a wool tipped spear directly at him, but Shimmy altered it's course by sheer force of will alone.

Mohawk laughed maniacally. "You can't kill someone who is already dead!"

Shimmy stopped and stared at him. What did that even mean...

Suddenly Mohawk started violently vibrating, lifting slightly into the air, and tilting at an angle. He bloated, swelling into a mutton blimp, then exploded with a yell, red wool flying in all directions.

Shimmy sat in surprise, mouth gaping as pieces of wool floated into his mouth. It'd been a while since he'd seen that.

He tried to spit the wool out, but accidentally swallowed it.

He turned to the other sheep. Who was busy running away in terror.

Shimmy clutched a spear in his hoof, and put it in the barrel of the gun, taking aim he shot the spear in an arc, which landed in the sheep's ribs.

Shimmy advanced on him, picking him up with the cleft of his hooves.

"WHAT'S THE EXPOSITION?!"

The sheep shuddered, "I - I don't know, I wasn't the one who was suppose it to give to you when you defeated us!"

"Well you better come up with something!"

The sheep quivered. "Uhm... I believe it had something to do with returning home to find your lineage, but it was more vague than that..."

Shimmy turned his uncomfortable gaze to the East. It was actually North, but he didn't know that.

"It seems my home calls for my return."

An awkward amount of time passed before the other sheep broke the silence.

"I mean, it could just be a trap. Probably is, actually."

Shimmy glanced down at him.

"Well, yeah."

The sheep paused.

"You're going to go anyways?"

Shimmy shrugged, and walked off, leaving the other sheep with a spear in his back, unable to move.