!Being Remade!

Rats are Sneaky Little Devils

A.N: I'm baaaaaaack!!!!! Sorry for short chapter btw ;-; sorry i have multiple projects due soon and i feel like someones watching me-

My eyes shot open as I heard a 'thunk' come from under the table. I wiped my head over to look at the table, nothing. I slowly sunk back into my seat, until I realized and jumped straight up sending pain into my shoulder. I searched the table again, and I was right.

My potions box was gone.

I almost screamed until I heard a squeak. I turned my head towards the ground under the table, and there my box was! I bent down to pick the box up, a sting shooting through my shoulder once more. As I was just about to grab the box something furry brushed against my hand as the box shuffled away.

Ok, Hva pokker???

I quickly grabbed the furry thing that brushed against me as it wiggled around in my grasp. I lifted it into my line of wight spas I used my other hand to put my box back onto the table. I slowly inspected the thing in my hand, making sure it wasn't a demon of some sort. They hate me and my family a lot.

After I finished inspecting it I put it in a cup so it wouldn't escape, it was that small. It was a black baby rat with red marking all over it. Probably a beginner demon's companion. I read the sign that was strapped onto its neck.

It read, 'Tenk spill til du mister kontrollen.'. Which was 'Mind games until you lose control.' in Norwegian. And it was written in black and red pen. The handwriting was really weird too, I could barely read half of the words.

I just shrugged it off and put the cup with the rat on the ground stepping on it until it was crushed. I went to the kitchen throwing the note onto the counter and gathering some cleaning supplies to clean up the murder scene.

After that was done I opened a window and sat under it inside, listening to the sounds of natures and thinking about what that note meant. Who wrote it? Why did they write it? What does it mean? Is it a threat? Who is it for? All these thoughts lingered through my mind, making me even more puzzled. But one that crossed my mind sent shivers up my spine.

Is Dennis safe?

After that thought I instantly blocked off all rational thinking and got up closing the window up. I looked at the clock on my phone. 3:48. It was later then I thought, guess cleaning up a homicide makes time go faster. Or something like that. At least Dennis will be her soon, so that's good I guess.

I plopped myself down on the couch letting out a hard and loud sigh as I rubbed my eyes with my good arm. Then I just sat there, staring into space and thinking where my healing potions could have gone. After what felt like hours of thinking, it all finally clicked together.

The rat, the potions, the note, everything! It was the rat who stole my potions, then it probably sent another note to that gang telling them a tip about where Dennis was, and who ever is controlling that rat is probably another demon! Or I'm just overthinking everything. Either way, it was a start.

I stared down at my phone screen again, 3:57. Why won't time go faster? I started to kick the bottom of the couch with my feet when I realized that my mind was completely blank for once. So I took this once in a lifetime opportunity,

and slept.