Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- Note this is a Non-canon ending to Lurk_Anons story "Anon's Hairy Fox Hunt"
- https://pastebin.com/senv9P5c
- This was simply written for fun at the request of a few posters
- Enjoy
- >you're cornered, your plan backfired terrifically
- >Steve's hounds surround you, barking and growling as you fend them off with a firepoker from the nearby fireplace
- >you're in Steve's "trophy" room
- >might as well be a morgue
- >and it was probably going to be your grave
- >You could hear him coming
- >not amount of pleading from your Aunt would save you this time
- >you were between him and his prey, his prize, his trophy
- >Freja is Behind you, whimpering and trying to dig into the carpeted floor
- >but goddamit you weren't going down without a fight
- >you bring the poker down onto one of the hounds earning a pained whimper
- >normally you would hate to hurt a dog but you would make an exception this time
- >as you swung your makeshift weapon you prayed to every deity you know
- >"let me protect her, let her escape, i dont care if i die! SHE doesnt deserve this"
- >Steve burst through the doorwith his double barrel shotgun in hand
- >he studied the situation for a moment before grinning
- >this must be perfect for him, get rid of you AND get his prize
- >he levels his shotgun at you calmly
- >"Goodbye Anon, I would say I'm going to miss you, but that would be lying"
- >but it seems one of the gods heard you
- >a flash of blinding light, a loud bang
- >the hounds scatter, you hear Steve swear angrily
- >you cover your eyes for fear of being blinded, Freja hides behind you
- >when at last the light and sound die down you uncover your eyes to..
- >a Man? No.. not a man, a giant standing at 7 feet tall easily
- >He stands looking at a watch on his wrist, wearing a pitch black suit and tie with a black helmet that reminded you of a knights helmet, except with horns; the word "titan" in green lettering on the side
- >he looks away from his watch and turns his head so his neck cracks and pops and you hear a faint sigh
- >a finger to his ear and his helmet just dissolves into nothing
- >he breathes in deep, eyes closed
- >"terra" you make out a mumble from him
- >a Gunshot resonates, tearing you away from the spectacle before you
- >you are Titan, the giant human raised by Anthros
- >you didn't know WHY they chose you for this
- >something about your Augs and steam vents able to handle this travel
- >whatever
- >you were told of a man doing the unthinkable
- >Hunting down Anthros for sport
- >SPORT of all things
- >the second they said that you signed on, anger flowing through you
- >"lets enjoy this" said the little voice in your head
- >you agreed with it wholeheartedly
- >your combat suit donned and your helmet ready you were transported via some science you didn't understand
- >might as well be space magic for all you understood
- >but what you knew was it worked
- >you were in the middle of a room looking at a human male with a fox anthro behind him
- >he had a firepoker pointed at you, his knees trembled but he stood fast
- >hmmm how brave
- >you click your helmet and feel it dissolve and breathe in
- >"Terra" you murmur
- >you had never been on the homeworld and it meant everything to you
- >even if it was some weird alternate universe or something
- >you're enjoying the freshest air you've ever tasted when you hear it
- >a gunshot
- >you feel what is equivalent to a child punching you in the back
- >snapped out of your trance you turn to the source
- >an elderly man stands before you, double barrel shotgun pointed at your chest
- >you frown and look around the room
- >animal heads lined the walls
- >your eyes settle on a pair of Anthro foxes
- >how could you not recognize Anthros? they raised you
- >anger envelops you like a lover
- >he HUNTED them? for SPORT?! you had hoped it was a joke, no one was that heartless
- >but then your mind drifts to Maggie, how she was hunted and murdered
- >you rush the man down
- >he fires of the second shell of he shotgun into your chest earning him nothing but more anger
- >a quick knee to his stomach makes him double over, dropping his weapon
- >the discarded weapon is now in your hands
- >"you think THIS is fun" you gesture to the room, the soulless eyes stare down on him
- >you bend the shotgun into a pretzel and overcharge your Augs throwing it full force through the wall above him
- >>"ill show you fun, you have 10 seconds"
- >the man whimpers at your feet trying to comprehend
- >"w-what?"
- >you scowl
- >"Run"
- >he tries, he really does
- >desperation is great motivation
- >but he cant outrun you
- >you catch him before he can even leave the house
- >dragging him by the throat, you stomp back into his "trophy" room
- >you feel the floorboards cracking beneath your boots
- >the young man stands petrified but unwavering before you as you drag the old man into the room
- >>the eyes of the fallen are on him
- >you look up into the eyes of the Fox Anthros and you feel your heart sink
- >a quick glance an the fox behind the young man told you these were her parents
- >you scowl
- >"hurt him" says the voice
- >you dont hesitate
- >his head is slammed into the wall beneath the poor anthros, your hand trying to crush every bit of life from him
- >He crumples, a bleeding laceration on the back of his head
- >you stand over him frowning
- >a look up at the two fox heads, one's twisted in terror, the other in anger
- >a peek at the one behind the young man
- >"you know what to do" says the voice "just like always"
- >you pick the man up by his neck once more and slam him into the wall
- >Cracks form in the plaster as you slam him face first into the wall beneath the fallen foxes
- >you then look at the man, bleeding and struggling in vain
- >some how still alive
- >a full lunge downwards with all your body weight and strength, smashes him into the floor
- >"time for our signature move"
- >you raise a heavy foot over his bloodied face
- >"Look at those foxes, and tell me it was worth it, that it was fun" you growl
- >he doesnt get a chance to respond as you Overcharge your Augs again and Slam your heel through the floor
- >all thats left now is a headless body and you prying your leg out of the carpet and floor beneath it
- >you turn to the young man
- >"take care of her" is all you say before pressing a button and zipping back to your timeline
- >Be Anon
- >somehow you were saved
- > whats left of steves body lay on before you, broken on the floor
- >his head somewhere beneath the house, probably turned to pudding from that giant earthshaking stomp
- >Freja whimpers behind you
- >"i-is it over?"
- > you drop the fire poker and run your fingers through your hair
- >"i..i think so"
- >you hug her close
- >"i think so"
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment