Monstrous Monkee Mash

Midnight

Peter awakes from the crashing of the thunder and lightning as he jumps from his bed. He frantically searches for who was around and if they were safe from the alarming sounds. He looks at Micky's bed to see he was still missing from his new work. He stands up from his bed and tip toes over to Michael's bed with his orange pajama hat flopping over his face. "M-Mike? I-I'm scared . . ."

Mike was in the middle of a good sleep when the whimpers of Peter struck his ears. He narrows his eyebrows in an annoyed fashion under his eye mask as he slowly rises up with his hair in a wobble and lifts his eye mask to reveal very tired eyes and sleepishly looks at Peter. "Peter" He yawns " . . . Remember if you have a bad dream just meditate for 20 minutes . . ." He links slowly and sinks back into his comforting bed without even putting his mask on before he drifts back to sleep.

"But, but . . ." Peter looks over to Micky's empty bed and then looks at Davy's clock that reads 12:03. "Maybe I should check on Micky, it's Midnight and it's scary with the storms . . . " He tiptoes to the bedroom door and ever so quietly opens it but of course, despite his best efforts, it still squeaks. He soon closes the door as he finds himself on the metal spiral stairs. He walks down them rather quickly as he has no socks nor shoes to save him from the cold metal against his feet. He reaches the carpeted floors of the main floor and his feet somewhat relax. He walks to the basement steps and is greeted with the laboratory door.

Knock Knock

"Hey Mick? It's Midnight, you need to get some sleep . . ."

The new beast that became of Micky feels the saliva drip down his jaw and onto the floor as a voice echos into his ears, though he can't understand it, there was something there. His chest heaves with heavy panting as he rises to his giantic, monsterous feet with his yellow eyes darting over to the door. His muzzle curls up to reveal his daggar-like fangs as he stomps over to the door with his tail dragging on he floor and his muscular arms folded in like a velociraptor.

The man in the orange pajamas starts to get worried. "Uh, Micky? Are you in there?"

The monster's pupils contract as he steps closer to the door and his growls become more menacingly.

Pete hears the growl and backs away slowly "M-M-Mick?"

The Werewolf couldn't wait any longer, the smell of Peter was just too strong. There was practically a pool of drool on the floor. Pinning his ripped ears back, his eyes grow larger as he pulls his arms back and ripped through the door like a raging Hulk with splinters of wood flying up the stairs, landing all over the living room and even hitting his drum set. Stepping into the room where poor Peter had retreated during the wolf's raging, he looked over the now small Peter with his muscular hulking size with his orbs glued onto Pete. His ugly, long, yellow teeth were in full display as he had found his next prey.

"DON'T KILL ME PLEASE! MICKY HELP!!" He flinched and screamed as the beast came nearer to him. He covers himself with his arms in pure fear as water waves weave down his face.

Logic couldn't reach the feral Micky, he had become the beast with Peter's words falling of deaf ears. He narrows his gaze before letting out a blood curdling bark as he steps close to Peter menacingly.

Davy finally awakes as his dreams end to the noises of crashing woods and glass and the pleads of Peter. "PETER!" He gets out of his covers and rushes towards the bedroom door to open it. "MIKE! SOMEONE'S BREAKING IN!" He runs to the top of the swirled stairs and looks down at the commotion. He sees the helpless Peter sobbing and crying under the power and mercy of a giant wolf. He himself was nightly scared of the beast and started to shake and tear up. "NNNYYAAAAAAHHH!!"
He runs back into the bedroom to get the fearsome Mike and locks the door behind him. "MIKE! MIKE! IT'S A WOLF! A BIG MASSIVE WOLF!"