Still Creepy

*Armando*

A panicked Armando sat low up in a tree with a rock in each paw. He was hunched over a crook in the tree in which nestled a pile of kindling. Every couple of seconds he smacked the two rocks together in the hopes of creating a spark. He needed a spark, he needed fire, to ward off the darkness. And it was so very dark.

Trails of goo ran from his ears and dripped off the fluff of his cheeks, but he paid them no mind. Armando was not sick. He just wasn't. The gooey stuff on his face? Not real. No, he was not sick but the rest of the animals kingdom was and they, like the darkness, were scary.

He paused with rocks outstretched as pawsteps reached his ears. Looking down he spied a big wolf with - gasp - mushrooms growing on him. Armando squeaked in alarm and dropped one of his rocks. The other he clutched to his chest for half a second or less before winging it at Alarr in the hopes of chasing him off.

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