The hunt - a short tfm fic

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The game begins.

1:59

The air is filled with tension as we spawn into the room. Everything is normal at first; peaceful. The map is covered with a still, calm air.

Dubblebob02, or rather dubiously nicknamed 'Dub' had been exploring Transformice for a few weeks, but had never been to Survivor often. The first time exploring such an exciting game mode was a wonder to the little brown mouse. He played often, but never stuck long enough to witness the bonus rounds thrown in. The infected ones.

This is his first time experiencing one. Finally. It's exciting; until the first mouse transforms with a puff of smoke, vanilla fur quickly morphing into a ruddy, dirt-hued pelt. Incisors, alabaster and gleaming, elongate from a snout with an atrocious nose. The transformed vampire mouse lurches forward, and Dub feels his heart drop.

There's distant wailing all around him; the sound of frightful mice as the vampire lunges for them. One is converted, and the bitten rodent sheds their vibrant pelt and colorful attire for the fearsome fur of a vampire. Dubblebob02 turns to a mouse beside him, his body tingling with apprehension. Most of those around him seem to be quaking with fear, anticipation and adrenaline. Most others are howling with excitement and the thrill of the game. Dub has never been in a room like this before. He's terrified. He doesn't know why they're so thrilled.

He manages to stick with the other mice. He follows them, relying on their sure steps and experience for safety as they skillfully navigate the map. Unfortunately, one other player is too slow behind, and he can tell by the terrified, bright scream that slowly converges into a dull little wail as she's being is claimed by one of the vampires.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins.

0:23

He leaps from platform to platform, doing his best to avoid the infected as the screams die out around him. The number of un-infected mice are dwindling. Fast.

0:15

He stops when a particular vampire sets their eyes on him, intent on infecting him with poisonous teeth. His heart thumps with fear as he easily backpeddles.

He can hear blood pounding in his ears, fast and quick, while the vampire rat approaches him with leisure. His back brushes against a wall. They know they have him cornered. He's too careless, and now he will get caught.

Fear gives him a certain rush of speed; he attempts to bolt past the ugly creature.

They've been expecting it.

He feels teeth sink into his neck, hard and fast. He can feel the steady thump of his heart, the prick of blood and the feel of a rough tongue lapping up the crimson liquid from his wound. He lets out a bloodcurdling shriek.

The timer hits 0:00.