>Your car smashes headlong into the werewolf, yeeting that bitch through the air to a symphony of collapsing metal, pained yelps and squealing rubber
>The werewolf lands rather unceremoniously 10 or so feet away, crashing to the earth like a leaden mannequin and sleeping like one too
>The driver side windows of your car rolls down
>Mike MOTHERFUCKIN Sapone is sitting at the wheel
>Sam is in the back, leaning out
>”Say the lines, Thumper.” Mike commands, eyes glued dead-ahead like a total badass
>”O-Oh!” Sam squeaks. “G-Get in f-f-faggot, we’re s-s-saving-”
>Impatient, Mike cuts him him off
>”We’re saving the world. God damn you, Sam, you ruined this for me.”
>”S-Sorry,” Sam replies
>Mike turns his eyes on you
>They’re REALLY glowing red
>Oh fuck
>”Well? Are we going to do this thing or what?” He barks. “Sam, scoot over back there. Anon, get in.”
>You don’t have time to think about the damage that’s already been done to your car
>You don’t want to
>Because there’s something — or someone — missing from this equation
“Where’s Alex?”
>You are Alex, a once happy-go-lucky teenager now sprinting around the lunchroom as if your life depended on it
>The werewolf may be big, and he may be fast, but he’s also dumb as hell, much like yourself
>You feel on equal footing
>By using a lunch table, you’re able to stay out of the beast’s grasp
>But it’s only a matter of time before the other one that got Anon comes in and enslaves you with his hot werewolf dick
“I know that you’re mad right now, but we’re not enemies,” you say as slowly and as clearly as possible, though all you do is come off condescending and chiding
>Maybe logic will work on the werewolf? Surely some part of him must still understand what you’re saying
>The werewolf only snarls in dim acknowledgment of your human-mouth moving up and down
>That’s a start
>You keep your feet moving around the tight circle of the lunch table
>If this guy were smart he’d lunge over the table and grab you, but he’s not the brightest bulb in the crayon shed, as the expression goes
>So he’s perfect for you
“You probably feel really angry right now — have you ever stopped and asked yourself why you’re so upset? You’re upset because you’ve been wronged.”
>The wolf comes to a halt
>His head tilts ever so slightly with the distant recognition of words and logic, striking like lightning on a very, very, very barren field
>"You’re being used. Can’t you see that? Used like the lowly idiot that you are.”
>At the utterance of the word ‘idiot’ the werewolf tries again to reach across the table and rip your ‘smart’ mouth off your face
>You swiftly duck his swipe, bending your lanky frame in a game of mortal limbo
“But I understand your rage! I get it! I’m being used too! We’re all being used and abused by the system. My system is one of economic and social oppression, and yours is… well you’ve likely been turned into what you are now by a group of nefarious teenagers. Essentially the same thing. We are comrades.”
>’Comrades’
>The werewolf ponders those words with an expression of understanding
>Maybe you’ve actually gotten through to him?
>The realization causes a smile to grow on your face
>You stroke your shitty, patchy beard and push your glasses up against the bridge of your nose like an anime protagonist
>Fuck, you probably look so cool right now
“We’re all trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death. Why must we fight?”
>[The Dead Flag Blues intensifies]
>The werewolf nods very slowly, its ears flattening against its skull in submission
>Holy shit
>It’s actually working
>You might actually have gotten through to someone — unlike those poor, shackled souls at the Shop N’ Save
>SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS, THIS IS THE-
>Just then Mike cracks the werewolf across the back of his head with a rock, sending the beast tumbling forward
>He crashes face first onto the table, eyes shut, tongue drooping out of his mouth
>Unconscious as people’s slavery to capitalism
>You are Anon again, and you just watched Mike knock a werewolf out with one solid blow to the head
>Sam cowers behind you
>Mike spits at the werewolf’s body, which looks like a massive, muscled carpet laid out across the table
“Nice hit, Mike,” you say
>Your friend scowls
>”We don’t have time to fuck around in here. Let’s go,” he says, anger creeping into his voice
>Mike turns and heads for the door, haphazardly throwing the rock behind him
>As if he’d aimed it like that, it knocks against the skull of the wolf with ease
>You decide it’s best to leave before Stella comes in and finds you
>Lord knows it will be ugly when she does
>You shudder at the thought of what she’s doing to the poor werewolf she caught from earlier…
>…Or where she might be hiding…
>…And what clothes she’s wearing now, if any at all
>Sam stops in the doorway, raising one ear like an antenna
“Hear something?” You ask
>He nods
>”Laughing. A-And growling. S-Something is moving around in the w-w-walls.” He glances behind him
>You put your hand on his back and guide him outside
“It’s probably that crazy janitor. Let’s just get outside. We’ll be safe out there,” you say
>”I f-feel safe with y-y-you,” he says, a weak smile playing across his lips. “I’m not w-worried.”
>A rush of blood hits your cheek
>You turn your head and look straight (heh), evading his puppy-dog eyes
>Fucking hell, he must know how gay he sounds and acts
>There’s absolutely no way he’s not aware of this, despite how socially retarded he might be
>Why is this playing with your heart so much?
>”Get moving, Thumper,” Mike commands, already a good five or six feet ahead of you and Sam. “Because the sun’s about to come out and I’m starting to get hungry.”
>The four of you stand at the road leading in to the school
>A few cars trundle on by in the glowing dawn
>You’re flipping through the red book, trying to find the passage about purification that you found the night before
>The sleeplessness must be getting to you, because you really, seriously cannot find it
>Mike is staring at the rising sun as it grows in the east, saying nothing
>C’mon Anonymous, this is what you’re good for
>Books ‘n shit
>Oh god oh fuck
>You’re going to fuck everyone over since you can’t find this stupid fucking passage that you read last night
>Something about laying them at a road or something?
>Fuck it
>You grab the (now dead) Venus flytrap and a handful of white flowers and shove them at Sam
“Here. You’re fast. Run out in the middle of the road and lay these down. Can you do that?”
>”W-Why me?” He squeaks
“Because I told you to and we’re going to run out of time. Now go!” You bark
>Sam shoots off, pausing only for a second to check for cars like a good boy
>The road is clear
>He sets down the bundle of plants in the middle of the street, taking great care to arrange them in a neat pile
“Sam, you don’t need to do that. Come on back.”
>”S-Sorry!” He calls
>He looks left
>And then right
>And then freezes
>A car is speeding down the road, going wayyyy faster than it should be
>”C’mon Sam, just hop on back,” Alex says
>Sam doesn’t move
>Instead, he stands upright, hands shaking with tremors
>Wtf
>Move, Sam
“Yo, Sam, come on back!” You call
>It’s almost as if he can’t hear you
>surely the car will slow down
>…
>It continues its pace — even accelerating
>”Yo Thumper! Get out of the way!” Mike calls
>”Yeah, dude, come on. Let’s go!” Alex tries stretching his voice but his words work as well as Mike’s
>The look of sheer tension and terror frozen on Sam’s face tells you something is wrong
>Something is very wrong
>You’re not sure that the car is going to stop
>And you have no idea why Sam isn’t moving
>You briefly contemplate running out there and grabbing him
>But you don’t have to
>Sam practically tosses himself to the side of the road
>The car rolls on by about 10 seconds later, softly plowing through the delicate pile of plant material Sam had assembled
>Well that was needlessly dramatic
>The rabbit darts over to your side
>He’s breathing hard and trembling all over
“What the hell was that, Sam?” You say with a fury in your voice
>This dumb ass might have gotten himself killed
“Are you fucking suicidal?”
>”I-I-” he takes a few steadying breaths. “I’m s-sorry. I g-guess it’s just s-s-s-s-something that happens.”
“Something that happens? You freaked the fuck out of me. Don’t do that again. Ever.” You say, distinctly aware of how angry you sound as the words leave your mouth
>You hope your concern is bleeding through more than the displeasure, and that Sam understands
>”S-Sorry… My b-brother and I-”
”Your brother? You have a brother?”
>The bunny nods and turns his eyes downward, letting the shag of his long-ish hair obscure his eyes
>”Y-Yeah, Jacob… Ca-Can I tell you ab-about him s-someti-”
>Mike grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you hard, rudely cutting off Sam
>”DID IT WORK!?” He demands
>You peer into his eyes, still shaken from Sam’s little stunt
>Your friend’s eyes still glow red — in fact, they’re glowing even harder now
>Evidently, it didn’t work. Because you fuck up everything
>You sadly shake your head
“I don’t think it so?”
>Mike freezes
>”So you mean I’m trapped like this?!”
>His face tightens into a snarl, jaw set in a hard line
>He grips your shoulders tight, you being his only anchor to reality (and his past, “stable” life)
“M-Maybe? Maybe I read it wrong?” You stammer, trying to pull his hands off of you
>It’s possible you misinterpreted the actual cure from the Book of Rite
>You needed more time to look! Mike rushed you!
>”MAYBE?!” Mike repeats, nearly hysterical
>When he talks you can see his fangs. They look like little needles in his mouth
>God, it’s surreal to see such features on humans
>You’re used to it on anthros, but not people
>”Maybe isn’t good enough, you fucking retard!” He gives you a shove
>You scowl
>You should shove him back
>FUCK this guy, man
>You try to do nice things for him and he throws them back in your face
>Remember on Friday how he acted like a fucking cock? And then Sunday? And then this morning? And then he basically ditches you and shows up expecting you to fix his problems!?
>Maybe it was your newfound courage
>Or you just lost your temper
>Or even cowardice — and thus self-defense
>Whatever it was, it caused you to shove Mike back
>And it feels good when you do
>He stumbles backwards a bit into Alex’s arms
>”When did you grow a pair of balls?” He says with a snort
>His hands tighten up into fists
>”Let’s try that again,” he says, starting forward. “Because something tells me this isn’t the real you. Deep down you’re still the same old bitch you’ve always been.”
>Oh shit
>It’s on now
>Scrawny as he is, Alex does a somewhat admirable job of trying to hold Mike back
>But he can only restrain Mike for a few seconds
>Good
>You don’t want any easy hits on this faggot
>You start forward
>Alright Anonymous, time to break something precious
>You stop
>Something pulls at your shirt, much to your annoyance
>When you look down, Sam has his little fists knotted in the fabric of your white undershirt
>He’s twisting it hard
>Through the thick tangles of his unkempt hair, his shining amber eyes look up into your own — not through you, or around you in some cunning attempt to evade you out of anxiety
>Every muscle in your body comes to a screeching halt
>Your fists open up like springs to a bear trap, releasing all the pale tension in them
>Why?
>You want to fucking kill Mike right now
>But Sam looks like he’s about to start crying or something
>God damnit, fuck this little cottontail
>Always running when shit gets real
>Always forcing you to bail him out
>A burden to you
>And to everyone else
>Unwanted
>So why can’t you just brush him off like the weak little mammal that he is, and go knock Mike’s fucking lights out?
>Why can’t you move?
>Just move
>MOVE, DAMNIT!
>You don’t have to move at all
>Mike does that for you
>A feisty uppercut lodges itself beneath your chin, sending your eyes upwards
>And even though it’s nearly morning
>You swear you can see the stars — more clearly than you’ve ever seen them. As if they were right in front of your face
>So this is what it feels like to have your lights punched out
>Feels surreal
>Like you didn’t even feel Mike’s hit
>Your feet move backwards, knocking Sam on his ass
>You swear you’re going to fall
>But you don’t
>You only taste blood
>And the sweat
>And you only feel the heat
>And the cortisol
>And that warm blood rush which takes over your head
>You launch yourself at your best friend, swinging as hard as you can, aiming for any part of Mike that you can get your hands on
>He dips backwards, evading your blows, his vampiric agility ever the more apparent when he ducks underneath one of your wild rights
>Jesus Christ, this is some anime shit
>Fuck it
>Time to use… That
>And by that, you mean you basically throw yourself at him, tackling him to the ground
>While he may be fast, not even he could evade such a cunning move like throwing your dumb fucking body at him
>Good job Anonymous, you’ve got him no-
>Mike shoves you easily onto your own back
>Well this isn’t good
>You can hear Alex and Sam shouting something, but it’s all muffled and distant
>They might as well be a thousand miles away
>In fact, everything feels and sounds like its a galactic mile from the side of the road where you’re fighting your best friend
>You don’t really feel it when Mike mounts your chest and throws haymakers at your face
>You can feel his fists bounce off your cheek, jaw, nose, skull, shoulder, but it’s all so removed from how it actually feels
>Everything feels like it’s happening in slow motion
>You can even see his muscles coil with each strike
>So why don’t you fight back?
>All you can do is look up at him, his eyes shining with fury and vampiric rage
>Is it still Mike?
>The Mike you drank beers with on the school roof?
>Who you did hood rat shit with after school?
>Who you told Gloria to fuck off with?
>Is it still him?
>…
>Are you even still you?
>Two hands grab Mike by the shoulders and pull him back
>It’s Alex
>He’s yelling something, barely restraining Mike with all of his spindly strength
>You don’t move
>You don’t even think you could right now
>Sam’s face appears above yours, blocking out the fledgling sunlight
>His mouth is moving, and he’s assuredly talking, but you can only focus on his ears
>They droop downwards like his hair, nearly touching your face
>You unconsciously reach up and catch one by the tip
>What are you even doing?
>You’re not sure it even matters
>Mike must have gotten you good in the head
>You stroke Sam’s ear as blood leaks into your mouth from your nose
>A FURIOUS blush rises on the rabbit’s face
>He closes his eyes and tries softly to pull away, saying something about stopping and about being worried about you
>This dumb fucking rabbit might not know it, but he’s your only anchor to reality right now
>Heh
>Figures
>You get in one fight and you pretty much zone out while Mike wails on you
>A smile crosses your bleedings lips
>Somehow, you knew it’d end up like this
>The world becomes sharper and clearer as each stuttering heartbeat pounds in your chest, ripping you from the dream and back into reality
>”MIKE! FUCKING CHILL, DUDE!” Alex shouts
>”Chill?” Mike says with a sharp laugh. “Why don’t you try to chill out when you’re turning into a vampire because your ‘friend’ can’t do anything right, let alone save himself?”
>Sam’s eyes are huge, like chips of amber the size of your fists
>They’re honestly… kind of beautiful
>You don’t have the strength to fight the gay thoughts right now, so you just let them happen
>Maybe it’s the daze of getting your ass kicked
>Or maybe it’s the spell put on you by Vanessa fading
>But despite your shattered interpersonal relationships (and nose)…
>…Down and out on the side of the road…
>...Looking into Sam’s concerned eyes?
>It all feels right
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 15)
You've never really 'fit in' with the heavily divided Ranchview High School crowd. Jock, Goth, Prep, Cheerleader, Nerd... you were never any of these. But as Halloween approaches, strange things start happening, and a dark ritual begins with the finding of a curious red book. It's a race against time for you and your friends to stop a group of students from ushering in an age of darkness, and to also figure out just what the hell is wrong with that rabbit.
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Cover: https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q
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Fan art collection: https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv
Accompanying playlist (WIP): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410_nI-0J
Alternative link: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078
Total word count: 147,552 words
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About this version: originally, The Leaves of Fall was split into two pastebins to compensate for the length of the story. Given that pastebin has chosen to censor this story for ambiguous reasons, it will forever be stored here and on AO3. This new version contains spelling, grammar and content fixes. Please understand that the content is all the same as the earlier versions minus some sentences being changed and fixed up. I cannot stress this enough: no new content has been added. It's my hope that this is a cleaner, easier-to-read version of the story.
Cover: https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q
Sam (drawn by Akella of /hmofa/) https://imgur.com/a/nk3t1wT
Fan art collection: https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv
Accompanying playlist (WIP): https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410_nI-0J
Alternative link: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078
Total word count: 147,552 words
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