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Monthly Drawing 14: Sylvia's Score
🕑 Added 2018-04-26 13:32:02 +0000 UTC Hey, wonderful people!I hope you didn't think I was forgetting about you all. Real Life has encroached a bit on artmaking but, we're back and I'm going to try hard to get this TF done before the end of the month.
Here's part one, stay tuned for more!
The story:
Louie didn’t mind working nights at the gallery. In fact he liked it. Get paid for walking around a building full of old drawings, paintings and books? Easy money, and it was not as though he had anything else to do at nights.
He thought he’d heard a sound from the Dutch Masters Room but, that was silly. He’d never heard a sound but his own footsteps. He turned the corner and saw…
A giant squirrel.
Or a short girl in a squirrel costume.
The figure was mumbling to itself as he sneaked forward, his flashlight ready.
“Dum de dum. Take the drawing out of the frame, easy peasy!” said the figure in a melodic sing-song.
As he got closer, Louie realized that it couldn’t be a costume, it was too… real. But, that was impossible.
“And now, into the Bakelite tube and it’s off to the…”
The figure stopped and whirled around with a squeak, it’s tail sweeping a furry arc that made Louie jump back with his own squeak.
“O-o-okay, there, missy,” He said, his flashlight on and the beam wavering, “Y-y-you just stay right there. I don’t want no trouble but, I’ve gotta call the cops”
“Nooooo…” the squirrel girl said with a strange smile. He could see her large incisors over a full red lip, “I don’t think that’s how this will go.”
“Look here, now” Louie said, gaining courage,”You just come with me-WHOA, NOW!”
The squirrel girl had pulled a gun from behind her back. It was a strange-looking gun to be sure, but in the darkened gallery, lit by the harsh beam of the flashlight, it was menacing indeed. Louie started to back away.
“I-I-I didn’t… y-y-you don’t need to”
“Oh, stop worrying, silly!” she said, “It’s not THAT kind of gun. Allow me to demonstrate”
And the gallery erupted in an eerie blueish light as a bolt of energy flew from the gun’s muzzle right towards Louie
