I hope you reader lovers out there are enjoying a book with maybe the person you love beside you and that your having a loving day. I have some very great news for you all today! So lets nailed them down, shawl we!
First of all, I just Finished the two chapters of BEAST: The Terror of the Wendigo and I will be realising the Second and Third chapters today on Wattpad cause it’s is Valentine’s day! ❤ Read them right here now! : https://www.wattpad.com/story/387435993-beast-the-terror-of-the-wendigo
Second of all, my Patreon page is almost complete and I about to be live with in a week or so. I will be posting Updates, Polls, monthly challenges, Drawings, weekly stream schedules for Twitch (still thinking about that one.) and early access to the latest chapters of my stories before they come out on Wattpad. I will still be using WordPress for my short stories and updates as well, just letting you all know.
Finally, Again have a great Valentines Day and see you all later!
(Yes I know I was a day late to post this, I don’t care!)
Update: Also Just a few thing I wanna clarified. First of all, Im going to realise two chapter a fortnight, I would say a week but there not much time for me at the moment. I have all other stuff going on at the moment, like doing other short storeys, art courses, twitch and maybe YouTube streaming in the future, and I try to write a secret novel for a contest later this year. So it takes a bit out of my schedule. Just to letting you all know. Also some point in the future and this is also a maybe, i still thinking about it. doing a Patreon page for all my work for a small fee. Again I still thinking about it and I still need time to figure stuff out. Finally just wanna say thanks for all your patients for waiting and I hope you all having a great year so far. Sir Phantom Out!!!
Hope you all are having a great time this year and looking forward to the new year! As promised I have a Christmas story ready for everyone to read and enjoy
(Bump Off from the Youtube audio series by WeakSoda: https://www.youtube.com/@Weaksoda ) (This story is my OC Character from Bump Off takes place during the pilot and stands along to the original story)
(This Is something I made myself, Looks rough, but Im getting there.)
Somewhere in the middle of a rundown part of town, in a warehouse late at night. A group of gangsters are loading up all their cocaine supplies onto the trucks ready to ship out. As the trucks were loading up, a young skinny man was slacking off by an old tin barrel, writing down letters in a crossword puzzle and listening to the radio next to him on the table.
Man on the Radio: ‘…. With that is all the news for tonight us tonight. Your man, DJ Moonshine, is signing off with a word from our sponsors – WeakSoda! Even weaker things are still good for brightening your day! Grab your can at any convenience store today!”
A Catchy song on the radio and Young Gangster: ‘WeakSoda! WeakSoda! It is the weakest Soda! But it still tastes All-Right!!! Ding!’
‘Slam!!!’
A man wearing a purple leather jacket, short dark brown hair, black leather fingerless gloves, and a black hat smashed the radio with his bare fists. The boy straddled and jumped out of the chair, landing on his right side with a Thud and staring at this aggressive person.
Joshua: “What the hell are you doing not working?”
Gangster: “Ahhh!… Sorry Boss! I-I… was taking a break and-…”
Joshua: “Well, Hurry up! We needed everything out of the warehouse before the feds get here, so get to it.”
Joshua kneels for the young man and points to the workers loading the truck.
Gangster 1: “Yes Boss. Oh, when do I get paid?”
Joshua: “Do you want to stand there and be beaten to death with my Fist?!”
Joshua raised his fist at him, giving him an intimidating stare with his wide, threatening eyes.
Gangster 1: “Uh!…No! Sorry!!!”
He whirled away to one of the trucks and immediately started helping out, moving boxes on as Joshua watched, then sighed.
Joshua: “Hrrrr… worthless Dumb ass.”
Then suddenly, Joshua’s phone started to ring from his pocket. He pulled it out, sighed to see a friend profiled on the screen, and then he answered it.
Joshua: “Oh great… Mr Sammy! What a surprise for you to call all suddenly, Bro!”
Sam: “Hrrr… Its just Sam!”
Joshua: “Ah, whatever. Anyway, my men are nearly done packing everything out of this warehouse, so you can tell the Bosses to calm their…
Sam: “I am not calling about the business. I called to bring you a warning.”
Joshua: “Hahahaa…. What are you worried about me getting hurt? Oh… that’s so sweet of you.”
Joshua put a hand to his chest like he was in an act of play.
Sam: “No, you stupid moron!!!”
Joshua pulled his phone away from Sam’s outburst and frowned.
Joshua: “Hey! Hey! Easy man, what’s got you so worked up so suddenly? Has that bastard Sage caused his charming smut over your date again?”
Sam: “First off, piss off! Second, this has nothing to do with that Douch! So shut up and listen! I just got word from our men from another city. More Booth Borns have been disappearing and found dead. They said it was a person wear a mask with green eyes and-…”
Joshua pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
Joshua: “Oh my god, Sammy. Please tell me you’re not talking about the Booth-Born killer again. Don’t we agree that he wasn’t real last week?”
Sam: “That was before one of my contacts actually saw the demon with their own eyes and freaked the guy out so hard he came to me with his tail across his legs.”
Joshua: “They were just acting to save their ass’es after failing their job. These guys do it all the time.”
Joshua walks away from the loading bay and heads to his nearly empty offices.
Sam: “He had a video feed on this demon about it walking up to one of our kind, who was seriously wounded with crossbow bolts in his chest and slit his throat seven time!”
Joshua: “Oh, Boo-hoo, some guy got his throat cut open, and one of them is crying to the bosses about it.”
Joshua’s office contained nothing but a desk with a bottle of rum and two glasses. As he walked in, he put his hat down to relieve his narrow ears and placed the phone against his shoulder. Listen to Sammy as he picked up the bottles of rum and poured a long measure into a glass.
Joshua: “If this guy is such a problem, why not send a few men after this weirdo?”
Sam: “We did! We hired a few hitmen two days ago, and just this morning, we found the remains of their bodies inside a garbage truck.”
Joshua rolls his eyes and chuckles.
Joshua: “If they got killed that easily, they would have never pulled the job off. I reckon we get Jason out there. He can take care of that dumb ass and slice that twig in two.”
Joshua takes a sip from his glass as Sam yells again.
Sam: “He can’t Idiot! Cause he the one who got killed on camera!”
Joshua’s eyes widened at this news, and he spit out his drink.
Joshua: “What?! Jason? Nah, that’s not impossible. He is literally the Goddamn Tiger King! That man can slice flesh apart in seconds with his sabretooth claws.”
Sam: “Not anymore. We find him with his legs trapped in a bear trap and find a few hole wounds in his chest, heart and his limbs. And to top it all off, he even used a knife to write on his chest saying: ‘All cursed born’s will pay for their sin and return to the void as fate attended.”
Joshua remains silent, and then he starts to chuckle and cough up a hard laugh.
Joshua: “Hahahahaa!!! Oh man, you really had me on that last part for a moment, Sammy.”
Sam: “I’m telling you the truth! See the footage for yourself.”
Joshua: “What, waste my time watching a cheesy horror film? Tch! I think I passed.”
Joshua swells his rum around and finishes his drink as Sammy getting annoyed.
Sam: “Of for the love of-…. Brother! Could you use your dumb brain for once and take this seriously and listen to me? You need to be -….”
Joshua slammed his drink on the desk, sipping some of it out onto his fingers.
Joshua: “You listen! If this Mark Brat is real, it wouldn’t matter to me anyway because I’m goddamn Joshua Hangchip! I have been given the power of the Gods! I have been fighting dumbasses even before I was a Booth Born or, hell, even thirteen years old. I survived the streets with nothing but my bare fist. Took on gangs, mafia, rival Booth Borns and police forces and came out like a Champion! So if some weirdo in orange wearing a Fox mask thinks he can take me down, let him. He will have my fist up his …‘bang’… and skewed like a kebab when I’m through with him! Thanks, and Goodnight!”
Sam: “No wai-…”
Joshua hung up on the phone, shoving it deep down his pocket and swallowing his entire drink in seconds. Then he grabbed the rum bottle and refilled it, muttering to himself.
Joshua: “Tch… Great. The Barons are being paranoid dumb-asses, dealing with my completely useless bunch of peasants, and my former partner is completely insane over a fictional mask killer!”
Joshua angrily tossed the nearly empty bottle at a wall, breaking the glass into a thousand pieces and leaving a liquor trail.
Joshua: “Hrrr… What else could happen tonight.”
Just as Joshua was about to take another sip of rum, the lights in the building suddenly went out, and he heard many of his men gasping all around the warehouse.
Joshua: “Oh son of a-…”
Joshua slammed the cup on the table again and stormed out of his offices with an angry look on his face, gritting his teeth.
Joshua: “Ok! What is going on? George, I swear if you messed with the power line again, I-…”
Joshua stopped to realise that the place had gone dead silent, and all his men working in the warehouse are gone. Not at the trucks, not on the other side of the warehouse collecting the remaining creations and not even at the old tin barrels playing by the radio that he smashed. They are just gone.
Joshua: “George? Guys? Where the hell are you? We still have to finish loading the damn trucks!!!”
Silence filled the room with no answers as Joshua walked around impatiently.
Joshua: “Are you all #### death or stupid? Get back to work! Or I swear I’ll beat fifty rounds on your perfidy A-… Holy!”
Joshua felt in shock as he walked around the corner of the second to see all his men had been brutally beaten up unconsciously or dead on the ground. Many of them had been cut, bruised, stabbed, and shot, and one of them was hanged from the balcony above them with a chain as a noose.
Joshua: “What the F-…”
Mysterious Voice: “Are you afraid?”
Joshua turned behind him to look at whoever spoke. But there was no one there, just an empty, dark warehouse.
Joshua: “Who said that?!”
The voice continued mocking Joshua as Joshua looked for him in the dark, pushing any creations that stood in his way.
Mysterious Voice: “Hmmhmmhmmm…. So you’re Joshua Hangchip. Gotta say I’m unimpressed.”
Joshua: “How the hell do you know my name?!”
Mysterious Voice: “I have done my research about you. Well, in your old age, the great Hangchip himself! You were the greatest boxer champion in the 1980s. You loved fans and were a hero to fans. However, in secret, behind the public eye, your tours around America alongside gang of bikers robbing and smuggling drugs. But at the end of it all, you finally got caught right on stage for possession of drugs and beating up your opponent before the match started in the finals and got arrested for the whole to see. How the almighty hero’s fallen.”
Joshua punched his fist furiously through a large rectangular wooden crate.
Joshua: “Oh, so you’re one of those weird fan stalkers! I’m surprised I still have fans after all these decades!”
He pushed a wooden board, leaning against the wall to the ground, out of his way.
Mysterious Voices: “Oh, I’m no fan. Especially not to someone who has taken a piss on anyone you meet up and how much of a douche he really is.”
Joshua stopped and was angry and frustrated hearing the voice mockery him.
Joshua: “Oh, then why don’t you show yourself, and I can give you a knuckle sandwich. You Mother-….Agh!”
Then suddenly, a bolted arrow shot straight from the darkness and hit Joshua on the right side of his body. Luckily, thanks to his Booth Born abilities, the tip of the bolt only penetrated a thin layer of skin.
Mysterious Voice: “Why don’t you try to catch me first.”
Joshua: “Agh! Why, you little piece of-….”
The moment Joshua pulled the arrow bolt out, a dark figure whooshed past him and then gotten slashed by a blade, making an extended cut along the right side of his waist.
Joshua: “Errr!!! You’re so Dead!!!”
In a rage, Joshua tried to punch the figure, but it was so dark and the figure was fast he couldn’t be hit. As Joshua continued to miss his punches and mostly smashed many wooden crates with his fists, the intruder kept slashing Joshua from all directions as blood started bleeding out.
Joshua: “Ahhhh! Just stay still, Punk!”
As Joshua kept swinging his fist around, he started to feel lighter, slower and tired. He also began to have a nasty headache, like some sort of pressure was squeezing into his head.
Joshua: “I’m going to destro-….Huh!… why is my head burning so-…AGGGHHH!!!”
While Joshua was pressuring his head, the mysterious person punched a tooth out of his mouth. He knelt to the ground and blood bleeding down the right side of his chin.
Joshua: “That’s it! I just had enough of your games! Show yourself, YOU, MISERABLECOWARD!!!”
Joshua shouted out loud, stood straight up from the ground and wiped the blood off his chin.
The Mysterious Voice: “Ok. Give it your best shot.”
Joshua turned his head around to see the figure standing behind him, staring down at him with glowing green eyes that glow brighter like a bunch of fireflies. Then he saw his opportunity and threw a punch straight at him.
Joshua: “Idiot!…You’re going to regret-…”
The mysterious person grabbed his punching hand by the wrist, leaving Joshua in complete shock. Before Joshua could say anything, the Mysterious man twisted with the one he had in Joshua’s hand, then threw his free hand into a fist and punched underneath his elbow, breaking it to the opposite direction of his entire arm.
Joshua: “AGHHH!!!!”
As Joshua felt the pain of his arm flow in the opposite direction as it should, the mysterious man let go of him, swiftly pulled an arrow bolt out of his sleeves, stabbed it onto Joshua’s left kneecap and kicked him square in the chest.
Joshua flew eight feet and hit his head against an old steel pillar, and the impact felt like getting hit by a massive truck. Everything was hazy for Joshua for a second, and just as he regained his sight, another bolt arrow shot through the darkness and hit him in his chest. This time, it went deep into his chest, and Joshua felt it pass through his right lung and started coughing blood out of his mouth. Joshua looked down at himself, seeing how badly wounded he was and started to feel weak and afraid in a way that he hadn’t felt in forever.
The Mysterious Voice: “Hrrr… Disappointment. And here I thought I was hunting for a real challenge. Instead, you are just a fool, just like the rest of my prey.”
The figure stepped out of the darkness into the moonlight, carrying a crossbow in both hands. The figure was a man wearing a fox mask, an orange jacket, a few bright fluro orange colour armour pads, leather straps with tons of small tools and gadgets, and a big orange scarf around his neck, flapping slightly behind his back.
The Mysterious Fox Person: “Then again, looks and rumours can be misled, right?”
Joshua: “Holy crap! You are Real!”
The Mysterious Fox Person: “Hmm… at least you have the brain cells to figure out who I am.”
The Masked Fox finished folding his crossbow. He then brought it over his back and latched it next to his quiver.
Joshua: “Why you … ‘Cough!’…‘Cough!’…”
Joshua covered his mouth with his remaining moving hand and started to cough again as more blood. Then the Masked Fox started to walk up slowly.
The Masked Fox “Save your breath, nothing you say would save you-….”
With his left hand the Man with the Fox Mask slowly pulled out from his holster a revolver that looked bulkier than any other revolver that Joshua had ever seen in his criminal life.
The Masked Fox: “…. Now I know what this looks like to you. But I assure you that this weapon has taken out fiends like yourself.”
The Masked Fox slowly aimed the weapon at Joshua, as Joshua’s eyes went wide open, and fear of death started to kick into him.
Joshua: “… ‘cough’…‘cough’…. No, wait!?….”
The Mysterious Fox Person: “Begging for mercy, are we? You really are not what others say, are you.”
Joshua: “Why yo-…. ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… I can give you whatever you want! Pleas-… ‘Cough’…” Cough’…”
Masked Fox: “There is nothing you could offer me in this world to save you.”
Joshua: “‘Cough’… Please have mercy. You can’t do this!”
Masked Fox: “Hmm.. And why should I? You have rudely destroyed so many people’s lives and their blood stained in your hands all because you wanted to be everyone Champion. You’re beyond Salvation.”
Joshua: “Please….‘Cough’…”Cough’…. Im sorry.OK. Look I got money, I can ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… ”Cough’… pay you ten- No, all of it if you-…”
‘BANG!!!’
Joshua: “Argh!!!”
Masked Fox Mask fired a shot from his weapon and blew off his entire right hand, as blood and bone pieces flung into his face.
Masked Fox: “I don’t want money! Or your pathetic excuses! I just want your blood. Booth Born.”
Joshua slowly looked up at him while pressing his missing hand against his chest and twitching from the aggressive amount of pain he felt, not from the cuts, bolts or his blown-off hand, but his entire body was like crushing focus was pressuring down on him from within.
Joshua: “You know what-…‘Cough’… ‘Cough’-…”
Joshua coughed like a frog and falls to the floor to his side, gasping for air. Blood started coming out from his eyes, and his sight started to blur all around him, except for the Masked Fox darkly glooming down over him.
Masked Fox: “Yes, I know what you are. A plague that been reborn from the coven, as greedy selfish monstrosity doing and taking whatever they want to the world! Parasites that need to be wiped out from this world!”
While the Person with the Fox Mask slowly walked forward, still aiming his weapon at Joshua.
Masked Fox: “And I am the Fox that will prey down a pound each one of your walking corpses and send all of you back to hell! And I’m going to make sure that each one of you suffers mercilessly death.”
Joshua: “….Who?-… ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… ‘Cough’… Are you?”
Masked Fox nodded at Joshua slightly and pushed his right foot down slowly on his neck.
Masked Fox: “The Fox, who hunts Demons…”
Then Masked Fox snapped Joshua’s neck, breaking it like a twig. He gazed down over Joshua, seeing the breath of air leave his body.
This is just a little standalone thing I made for the past few weeks. I hope that you like it and if you like more in the future, please leave a comment and let me know.
P.s. The brackets are to give you an ideal picture of each scene.
Mondays… The day of the week that we all seem to forget or be late for something important on this particular day. (A calendar circling a Monday the 7th with cross on the days before and none after.)
They say that Mondays bring us awareness of bad luck in many ways. (Pulls the picture with the calendar out more, showing a small room with a wooden deck with a few books and a World globe model.)
Let’s take a world tour and have a look into people’s experiences about this day. (Gets closer look at the globe model, spinning around.)
*
Geroge was sleeping in today, snuggling happily in his bed and dreaming about him in a racing Car, beating the other racers. (A Young boy sleeping in bed, dreaming a race car and a sun coming up from the window.)
Geroge was about to win as the crowd went wild! (The racing car was near the finish line, with a small crowd on the right.)
‘Bang!, Bang!!’ (Geroge wakes up, surprised, at the sound of knocking coming from his door)
“Hey, sweety! Are you ready yet? We got to get to school.” (Geroge looks at the blue door to his left and a big shout bubble appeared.)
Then, all of a sudden, George jumped out of his bed and said… “Oh no, it’s Monday! I’m late for school!” (Geroge quickly lung out of bed, with the blanket in the air and a speech bubble saying the words.)
*
Barbara was playing video games in her living room, lying on the couch while watching TV. (Barbara a young adult, resting on a green couch and hold a video game controller.)
She grabbed handfuls of popcorn and gobbled it all into her mouth without a care in a world. ‘Bzzzz! Bzzzz!’ (Showing closers to Barbara, shoving a hand full of popcorn into her mouth and her Phone buzzing bubble beside Barbara.)
Her phone was Buzzing beside her, annoying her quiet time and answer it, saying…… “Hello?” (Barbara put the phone against her head and answer it.)
“Hey Barbara, where are you? The meeting starts in fifteen minutes!” (A angry speech bubble came out of the phone, her eyes and mouth wide, and she drops her controller.)
Then Barbara runs around the house, quickly putting her work clothes on and said….. (Barbara running around, get her work clothes on and gear on.)
“Oh no, it’s Monday! I’m late for my meeting!” (Barbara running out the door and shouting those words.)
*
Nick was gardening in his backyard, pulling the weeds from his garden near his flowers. (An middle-aged man name Nick, pull out weed near the garden bed of his flowers)
He was yawning as the early sun set up, while his mind was still functioning at low capacity and… (Nick was yawning and his mind bubble had a loading screen with a pixel hourglass)
Dreaming about playing on the beach, fading into his sleep. (Nick dream bubble on resting on a beach with an umbrella over his head, as Nick fall asleep.)
Chhhhhh!!!! Nick sprung up in shock to the noise making his mind Functioning at full capacity. (Nick stood up, jump straight up with surprised and his dream bubble became a exclamation mark.)
Nick looks to the sound and see a garbage truck driving past by his house. (The front yard fences of the houses, with a few tropically plants and a green bin trunk driving past by.)
Nick mouth went wide open and said… “Oh no it’s Monday, I forgot to take the bins out” (Nick putting his dirty hands on his head, with his mouth open and a speech bubble above him)
*
Josh, Jones, Jim walking down the pathway down the streets, in Matthew Street. (Three teenage boys walking down a foot path, passing a few trees, fences and grass)
They were heading towards a Fish and Chips Shop just down the road from them. (Ahead of them was the Fish and Chips shop, with a rarity of colors, of blue, white and tips of yellow.)
They all thinking about enjoying an nice sever Fish and Chips, alongside with gravy and a soda. (The three boys walked up to the shop, while having a dreaming bubble over them. Dreaming about themselves siting down inside having fish and chips.)
Klank! There goes Josh’s noises. (Josh walked into the door of the shop, while Jones and Jim we’re surprised behind him.)
As they looked at the door, it was locked shut, with a sign at the front of it…… (Josh hold his brushed noise, Jim making sure he ok and Jones wiggle the door back and forward trying to get it to open.)
Saying ‘Shops Closed’, and all the boys shouted out and said…. “Oh no it’s Monday, Fish and Chips shop closed today!” (All three boys shouted at once, with one hand palming his face, one other losing it and the other hold this sore noise)
*
Colle is an artist whose been working hard at her job, with her new painting. (A happy 20’s 20-year-old woman artist with ginger hair, in an apron, holding a small paint brush and printing on a printing frame.)
She just finished her printing a little earlier than she expected, and it’s a grand masterpiece. (She is happy to see her work printing finished, puts one hand against her left hip and looks at her work of green fields, trees, blue skies and a small cottage in the distance.)
Then decided to leave work a little early and go home. (She then puts down her brush away and takes off her apron.)
So, Colle then put on her coat and went towards the doors. (She puts on a Yellow coat and heads towards the blue door.)
But the moment she opened the door, there was a heavy rain pouring. (Colle standing inside holding the door handle while looking at the heavy rain pouring down angle.)
Colle morns and yells out…..“Oh no, it’s Monday! It’s going to rain today.” (Yell out, still standing in front of the open door and moaning the words)
*
Mr Salt and Mr Hooks are fishing in the middle of the Lake. (Both Mr Salt and Hooks are sitting on a small boat, holding their fishing on different sides.)
Suddenly Mr Salt pulls a massive big Barra, the size of a 1 year old Dalmatian (Mr Salt happily pulls a colourful Barra out of the water and Mr Hooks turn around surprises)
“Look at this beauty”, said Mr Salt, holding it out as Mr Hooks took a photo of his camera. (Mr Hooks hold a camera and takes a photo of Mr Salt holding the Barra.)
Then Mr Hooks says, “Mrs Peppers is going to love that beauty when we get back.” (Hooks looking down at his camera while talking, as Mr Salt eyes go wide open.)
Mr Salt throws the Fish away, ran past Mr Hooks, turns on the motor and screams out loud… (The Barra splashes back into the water as Mr Hooks falls and gets to the motor and turns it on.)
Oh no, its Monday! I’m going to get MARRIED!!!! (They went jet speed on the lake as Mr Hooks is surprised of Mr Salt solider look, as he shouts those words out.)
*
Well, that was an interesting one…. (We go back to the room with desk at the beginning of the story, looking at the globe, with the previous scene in it)
…Now you might think that Mondays are a bad day… (Then goes back to Georges is setting his new red alarm cloak and getting ready for school tomorrow.)
…But as this day ends… (Then Barbara Putting a timer on her phone, before playing her Video game.)
…We all get to reflect on what went wrong … (Then to Nick getting the bins out, waving his hand out as the garbage truck driver waves back and comes back.)
…Get to learn from our own mistakes… (To Jones supports Josh with his bruised noise while Jim runs down holding ice creams in his hands.)
…And even our faults… (To Colle’s work buddy walks up beside her, holding an umbrella over their heads.)
…So we can all improve for the next Monday… (And back to Mr Salt and Hooks running up to the church, putting their Wedding suits on.)
…Making a better Monday than the last one. (Goes back to a normal globe and looking besides, on the back of the wall are some notes to remember things to do.)
But that’s later on… Cause when a Monday ends, At least tomorrow is… (Then the scene goes dark.)
IT TACOS TUESDAY!!! (Every character from this story comes together, wearing Sombrero and holding Tacos, with the words above in big action words)
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