Chaptre Three: First Encounter.
--Chapter Three: First Encounter.--
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The room was dark.
Nothing could be seen here. Nothing.
CREAK
The door behind Mr. Savant slowly began to close.
—SLAM!
But it suddenly slammed shut before a full second could pass.
—GROWL
A deep, high-pitched yet guttural growl echoed through the locker room. It resembled a wolf's— but there was something more. Something wrong. Monstrous.
Click The flashlight came on
The beam caught something right in front of him.
Paws— no, feet— massive, yet eerily human. Five small toes, each ending in long, sharp black claws. Covered in thick black fur.
And far too close for comfort.
Glenn immediately lifted the phone higher, dragging the light upward. What he saw froze him— but only for a moment.
A pair of gleaming, searing blue eyes like twin flames in the dark.
A wolf-like skull for a face, framed by a flowing mane of black hair that spilled down its back and pooled at its feet. Black wolf ears rose from its head like horns. And a body so dark it blended so well with the room's darkness.
—It barely looked real.
It doesn't breathe.
It was just there. Standing without moving inch of its body as if it were a statue.
It looked like a silhouette.
—Watching.
—Yet, Glenn only felt a little afraid; that instinctual fear when meeting something unknown looking back at him as if it were staring at his soul.
The thing in front of him is indeed tall, but he is taller.
And as he took in its shape, he noticed the curves. Feminine.
He was rather excited. He wanted to give it a punch right on the face, but he held back when he realized "it" has feminine curves on the right places.
Naked. Too.
He smirked, exhaled softly through his nose, and casually turned away.
Without a word, he walked past it and brushed his arm against its furred one on purpose. It is real. Warm. And the fur… it is soft.
Not a robot/animatronic; it wasn't cold to the touch.
The brush is intentional; he felt it. It wasn't a ghost or anything, but a living being, and the fur is soft to the touch.
He flashed the light across the walls, searching. There — an old electricity panel. He pressed the button.
—Nothing.
Flickering light tried to come to life then fizzled out.
'Don't tell me I need to fix them...' He groaned internally.
He had no idea how right his gut was.
Groaning again in anger, he just went to one of the empty lockers and unlocked it by taking the key from its lock.
He set his phone on the shelf so the light could illuminate the area around him, then began to strip down to his underwear.
—Behind him, the creature remained silent, but its mouth hung slightly open.
Was it speechless?
Maybe it's speechless.
Why wasn't he running or fighting? It had been right in front of him when he walked in — and all they did was brush arms?
As Glenn changed, he could swear he felt a strange frustration coming from the creature. But he shrugged it off.
He placed his folded clothes inside the locker without tidying them, then grabbed the navy-blue uniform he had draped neatly over his shoulder.
The uniform is a crisp, navy-blue security outfit complete with a buttoned shirt, chest pockets, and a black tie. A thin stripe runs down the sides of the matching slacks. The left sleeve bears a disturbing patch, a grinning, red-eyed cat face that adds a certain twist to the otherwise standard attire.
Equipped with a utility belt and holster, Glenn was grateful for that as he could finally pull out his gun from his jacket in the locker and put in the holster instead.
He slid his pistol from the jacket he'd stowed and holstered it with a quiet, satisfying Click.
He also has a silver name tag which rests on the chest, and it reads: Night Guard | Glenn Savant
The wolf skull creature seemed like it has a lot of things to say...
Was this human doing this on purpose? it wondered as It couldn't understand. It was certain that what he was doing left it frustrated, and it knew one thing: this masked man's calm, casual attitude left it furious.
Finished dressing, he closed the locker and locked it then wore back his boots.
He slipped the locker key into his pocket, and took only what he needed — his phone, his pistol, and his pride.
He grabbed the black cap and walked toward the door.
With the uniform's black cap in his hand, and the phone flashing its light across the room in the other hand, he made his way to the door and opened it.
One last glance.
The creature still hadn't moved.
He lifted his hand and waved at it— mocking, playful.
Then, he shut the door behind him.
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Silence...
The dark creature just stood there by the door inside the room, staring at the door with its mouth still slightly open.
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(Mr. Savant's POV)
The hallway is dim.
Quiet.
My boots hit the floor with calm weight, every step measured. The air is thick. Damp.
The overhead bulbs at least are working.
Then it comes again — that chill.
A subtle shiver down my spine.
Sharp.
Electric.
Like cold fingers are dancing across my bone.
—Mehh. It doesn't faze me.
I keep walking.
At least, I try to.
—GROWL
Loud. Close.
Actually! Too close!
I move.
A single step to the side. And I didn't hold back from being swift in action which caused my movement to be too clean and fluid.
A clawed black fur-covered, hand. It is thick and deadly. It slashes through the space where my head was just seconds ago.
—I grab the arm.
Flesh meets palm.
My fingers dig in tight, hard. I ain't holding back since I know nothing about this thing.
I twist the arm with a snap of my body weight, throw it down with a brutal pivot, and drop my full weight on top of it.
Crash.
The thing hits the cold tile hard. I land on its stomach, pinning it beneath me.
Now, I can see it.
Lit under the beam of the hallway's pink and purple LED's, everything's exposed.
The creature is indeed naked. I can see its bare breasts and nipples.
My eyes move across its body from head to toe. It does have one cute vagina.
Her body curves in all the right places. She is toned with six-pack abs, but her breasts draw my eyes again.
They be big.
Her fur is black as my shadow, thick, soft.
Her skin is dark grey, sleek, and smooth. Almost glossy in the light.
And her legs? They powerful. Although spread slightly because of me, and revealing everything. No shame. No modesty.
And that head.
Not a mask. Not a helmet. A skull. An actual wolf skull.
But I say divine.
Beautiful in a way that makes no sense. I don't fuckin' know how.
Feminine in shape. Sleek lines, gentle arch, elegant cheekbones, a slender jaw. The skull's eye sockets glow with that same fierce, searing blue. Like twin coals burning from the void.
Preternatural? Yep the word fits.
Honestly? Everything about it screams danger— but my pulse stays calm.
She's under me now.
And I don't move.
I just stare.
Because right now, I'm not the one caught.
She is.
Kinda beautiful? I'm honest— Only in my thoughts haha.
If my guard were down, I'd have had a boner by now.
After staring at each other for a long minute, I break our little silence: "I mean you no threa—" I trail off as I take a big Sniff and twice.
Thrice.
...Is she aroused?
Just to... uh... check something... I look down between her thighs.
Yeah. She is.
Bonk
"No horny." I firmly command after I carefully karate chopped its head.
Whimper She whines.
"Ugh." I groan; her left hand is cupping my damn crotch!
Fuck. There we go! A frickin' boner!
"Grrhh..."
I bite down my lower lip as the weirdo starts rubbing her hand on the straining bulge in my pants.
Oh!
She is a wolf right? Does that mean she's being submissive because I bested her?
Yeah I guess so. Instincts doing or something like that.
She's no animatronic, so it doesn't matter to fuck on my first day.
I'm a virgin after all and it is already hard to hold back with the internet, now imagine how difficult it is for me now that this bitch is massaging my dick!
The scary little thing who tried to jumpscare me earlier, is now laying hopelessly beneath me with her legs spread and hands on my clothed jackson.
If this isn't a turn on, I'm a wimp.
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POWERSTONES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!