[On Hold!] Joker of the Cards (Epithet Erased X F! Reader [Story])

Chapter 7-- Doctor Fursona

Screamoth: *opens door to Epithet Erased Wattpad*

Screamoth: Surprise, b*#%&

Screamoth: I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

Quick lil A/N before we start: Hello readers! It's been a while. First things first, I'm really sorry that this update took so long as it did, my school's been keeping me pretty busy!

So took make up for the lack of updates, I thought it'd be cool if I put in a few headcanons of my own here because... why not? They will be at the end of the chapter.

Anyway, here's the chapter!

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"ROOAAAARRR!" The muscled monster let out another booming shout as he stomped his dark hoof hard down on the ground.

"Hah... Tiny thieves may have defeated Dr. Ashling..." He spoke with a Scottish accent, strangely enough.

"Is that the sheep boy's name?!" (Y/N) wondered, still clutching onto her friends.

"But they cannot defeat... DOCTOR BEEFTON!" He yelled, his voice reverberating through the area, it wouldn't be surprising if people outside the museum could hear him.

"AAAAAAAAH!" The group let out another shriek of terror.

"THAT'S A STUPID NAME, WHAT THE--" (Y/N) shouted.

"Dr. Beefton is HERE! And he's got a Ph.D. in DEATH!" Beefton yelled. "...As well as a doctorate in philosophy and modern linguistics." He calmly added, contrasting with his aggressive tone.

"...What?" (Y/N) squeaked out.

"And why is he referring to himself in the third person?" (Y/N) stared.

 Beefton looked like a cross between a man and a bull, with two large horns protruding from his head. That would make him a minotaur. He was wearing some sort of white coat with glasses that accompanied his bullish face along with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Another thing he was wearing was... wait, was that...? Is that...?

"Is that a skirt?!" (Y/N) shouted. Beefton's head immediately snapped in the direction towards (Y/N), making her instantly regret what she just said.

"WRONG!" He exclaimed in a loud voice, making the others flinch.

"Ace!" Giovanni whispered fearfully.

"(Y/N)! Don't make him mad!" Molly spluttered urgently.

"Sorry! I can't help myself!" (Y/N) stammered.

"Wrong!" He repeated. (Y/N) expected him to yell more as she braced herself. "It's a kilt. A kilt is a garment resembling a skirt of pleated cloth, traditionally worn by men as part of Scottish Highland dress." He explained in a surprisingly calm manner, talking as if he was reading from a dictionary.

"I... oh." (Y/N) spoke quietly. She had no idea what to say to that. She quickly looked at her friends who seemed pretty surprised as well, their mouths hanging open a little.

"HOWEVER!" Beefton said loudly. (Y/N) felt the grip from Molly she had on her arm tighten. "If you don't even know what a kilt is... you and your friends deserve an EXTRA pummeling!" He roared.

"...I done goofed." (Y/N) smiled awkwardly, looking at her friends.

"You bet you did!" Giovanni cried. "B-Bear Trap! Do you think you can un-summon that thing?!"

"No! Hushabye only works on small creatures! I can't fight something that big!" Molly yelled fearfully.

"Then that means we really need to fight this guy?!" (Y/N) called out.