Tawny Brown - A Beef Stew fanfiction

4 - Dull White

Lightly turning the strange orb in his hand, Rev smirked and gurgled out a small growl, a row of hooked teeth gleaming even in the starkly dull light. "This here is what I used to transform you into your greatest, most repressed secret desires... For this, I call it the Magic Fucking Ball."

Burren abruptly chimed in before anyone else could voice opinions on the awful labeling choice, though he spoke what they all collectively were thinking, "Wait, what? That just doesn't make any fucking sense..."

As if having struck a nerve with those words, Rev's lips curled back in yet another snarl, one which did not startle Burren in the slightest. "This is my fanfiction, Burden! I wrote it with my bare hands! I can fill the plot holes however I want!"

Somehow, with such an intensely blatant fourth-wall break, the ball clutched within Rev's claws began to pulse as if discomforted by their conversation. Rev promptly glanced down to it and shushed it as though it were a wailing baby, stroking the smooth surface and allowing the magical sphere to die down its intense flashes. Only then did Rev raise his head to properly meet Burren's intense gaze, eyes having been obscured by the reflected light in his glasses, giving himself added points of intimidation.

"You've got no business writing fanfictions about us, Scalie. Delete this shit right now." Burren spat near Rev's foot in utter disrespect, and though Rev was hardly fazed, the ball in his clutches once again pulsed and visually cried out, practically burning from their truthful slander that transcended past the fanfiction's digital walls. This time, Rev did not attempt to sooth it, though still glanced down to the object with a smouldering gaze in his vibrant eyes, fire burning through their pupils, claws gently grazing along the smooth surface once more, this time haphazardly.

"Burren..." Rev began carefully, voice croaking out somewhat, as if the following words were difficult to speak out loud. Perhaps Rev was choosing his words very carefully to avoid upsetting the orb any further, and one could only wonder what consequences might come if the orb was provoked with far too many fourth-wall breaking statements. "...You once told me, if I could write you as anything at all in this little world of ours... it would be a Jedi, correct?"

Though Beef wasn't sure why, Burren seemed utterly stunned by this heavily direct question, and the long-haired furry watched as Burren backed a pace away from the large raptor, their eyes locked in an intense stalemate that one of them surely did not want to be in. As much as he would normally trust Burren's iron facade, Beef was unnerved by how strangely meek the curly-haired man had quickly become, as though Rev was effortlessly overbearing their stalemate with words alone.

Only a dozen abrupt streaks of lightning cracked past their tense silence.

"I thought about it for a little while..." Rev continued, after Burren made no effort to choke out a response, or even open his mouth in an attempt to. "About what that could mean... Not exactly a Star Wars fan, y'know, but I tried to make it work. I bet you've already felt some of that Force in you, haven't you?" Pausing once more, Rev looked to the sky and exhaled out once more, though it trembled, as if another brief moment of remorse had just barely caught inside their throat. "Then... you can die a Jedi..."

Beef felt his stomach twist over the way Rev worded that last statement; it felt so serious, so ominous, yet so... unsure. Unsurprising for the former two, but why was Rev becoming so hesitant about their motives? What were his motives at the end of it all?

He wished he had the time to understand it deeper, but within a few heartbeats of everyone staring in fear, Rev soon held up their precious, pulsating glass ball to the sky, reaching it up proudly for the clouds to curse with impure rain. Within moments, mother nature seemed to have expressed her disgust, and down struck a massive lighting bolt which nearly burst the eardrums of all four of them. Worst of all, the electricity from which the orb had collected was quickly reflected off onto innocent Burren, unable to brace himself from the fatal shock of lighting which coursed through his body in a fraction of a second, leaving him to cripple backwards onto one slant of the roof, having taken the brunt of the damage.