Bastille Animal Imagines

For My Benefit

Kyle's POV

     "See the marvellous jungle creatures active at night, living their lives in the pure darkness," Will read out the ticket description. "Includes bats, snakes, small mammals, and aye-ayes."

     "The fuck is an aye-aye?" Dan's face squirmed at the name. "I hope it's not some monster with one eye..."

     "Who knows?" Woody threw his arms up. "It's probably some fucking African deer."

     "We're not in Africa!" Dan scoffed at our drummer. "This is a fucking South American zoo! There's no fucking African kudu or gazelle!"

     "Watch your language!" Will wagged his finger at Dan. "There's children!" He swooshed behind me and covered my ears.

     I'm not a child.

     "Shut up," our singer waved his hand carelessly. "Let's just go to the habitats and look at the animals."

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"So, we saw a fucking bat," Woody looked at the ticket's list of the common animals.

     "And flying foxes," I smiled. "Those guys are kinda cute."

     "Flying foxes and bats are the same thing," Will pointed out. "Technically they're one in the same, so the ticket is quite mis-"

     "Stop, Will!" We all shouted at him, causing a young boy to become startled and run back to his parents.

     "He almost ranted again," Dan muttered, remembering the day he got caught in the crossfire of Will and his speech about addaxes.

"I'll fucking slap that man if he tries again," I rolled my eyes, eyeing our bassist who was gazing up into the habitat trees.

"Just make sure he doesn't lay his eyeballs on those information boards," Woody whispered to us.

     "Uh huh," Dan nodded and pushed away from us, beginning to stare up into the dark trees.

     Woody and I drifted apart to our own areas of the animal exhibition, each wanting to see our own thing. I wanted to see those flying foxes again, since Will dragged us away from the last one we saw because he thought those critters and bats were the exact same thing. Sometimes I thought that motherfucker never stopped with his reality checks, and lectures to the men of Bastille. I guess being the oldest meant having more wisdom.

I never want to get old...

Actually, I had the mindset of finding that strange aye-aye, but the problem is, I had no clue what it looked like. Maybe it was some type of bug, or small mammal, though I had my brain force my eyeballs to look for insects. And it didn't help with the fact that it was dark in this fucking exhibit, only lights from phone screens lighting the way.

Do aye-ayes really enjoy this much darkness? How the fuck do they see? Can they even find their mates or food?

I don't even fucking know anymore.

"Pst!" A strong jab knocked the wind out of my stomach.

"Ow!" I hissed and retracted backwards in pain and discomfort. "DANIEL!"

"Sorry!" He hastily apologized. "Did you find the damn animal yet?"

     "Too fucking dark to even see a thing," I muttered. "I literally graze my forehead against a tree's leaves every five seconds."

     "If only the zoo allowed us to use our phone flashlights!" He grumbled. "Maybe we would-"

     "Danny?" I raised a brow, squinting at his still figure. The outline of his body seemed to be trembling, and I could see the whites of his widened eyes despite the pitch black darkness. "You 'kay?"

     "Night...nightmare...nightmare fuel!" He whimpered, his index finger pointing just past my head, into the apparent tree that was right behind me.

     I followed the direction of my mate's finger, suddenly coming face to face with such a hideous creature glaring directly into my face. The shadows around the facial features made it even worse for my eyes to see. My heart dropped and my throat tightened as I swallowed shallowly and took a step back into Dan. The pair of beady eyes stared into both of our fucking souls- yes, it was that fucking intense.

     "Move bitch!" I mustered the courage to turn and shove Dan aside.

     "Wait...wait for me-me!" He jerked forwards and bumped into me, sending us straight into William.

     "Oi!"

     "Sorry!" Dan immediately got up and apologized.

     "Do not fucking go that way!" I warned our bassist. "There's a fucking terrifying thing perching somewhere."

     "You mean the aye-aye?" Will asked. "I already saw it, and gave some fun facts to Woody, too!"

     Oh shit.

     I felt around for my best friend, eventually finding him using my sense of touch. "RUN DAN," I quietly hissed into his ear and pushed him away. His body shuffled, masked by the sounds of bugs and bird calls, as I heard the singer's feet patter against the floor.

     "Hmmm...where do I begin...?" Will asked himself. "Oh! Did you known aye-ayes are in the lemur family? They're also endangered, though I'm not sure why, but I find that their extra long middle fingers are quite interesting..."

     I wish I had that fucking type of middle finger.

     So I can wave it in this cunt's face all I want.