===Data Log 13===
--The Exploding Vial--
Paulie stared at the vial that rested innocently on her kitchen table. She had literally been tossed the thing a few hours before, and in the process had lost out on what had been shaping up to be a very nice evening. Now she was sitting alone in her kitchen, nursing a cup of hot chocolate (with marshmallows!) and sulking about her ruined night.
She couldn't blame an inanimate object though, not when it did seem more... lively than a vial of some kind of liquid should rightfully be. No, all her anger rested squarely on the man who couldn't wait half an hour to unexpectedly summon her and toss highly-fragile objects at her head! Well, at least she'd gotten her payback, judging by how flustered and angry he had gotten during their little verbal exchange.
Sighing to herself, Paulie picked up the vial again and rolled it between her fingers, staring intensely at it as if it would give her some kind of explanation for itself... or at least show some of the signs of life she had been "promised" earlier. After about five minutes of this, she was about to place it back on the table and go find some ice cream in her freezer when a strange light seemed to engulf the vial, growing and changing shape into...
Something... furry?
What the heck?!?
Paulie jumped away from the table, keenly aware that the form that had materialized was quite alive, covered in a reddish fur and most obviously of all… without any clothes. It also
definitely wasn’t a baby like she’d been told. Not an adult, no, nor a teenager, but the creature that was currently curled up on her table looking for all the world like it –
he – had just fallen asleep there was certainly no infant!
Reddish fur covered his body, and he had what could only be considered black hair falling messily all around his head… he also had a
tail, and a nose like a dog’s – and …. What
was this thing? He hadn’t moved yet, so with a strangled yelp, Paulie edged forward, reaching out to poke it – him – with a finger before jumping halfway across the kitchen with a scream when he twitched and made some kind of squeaking noise.
Okay. Definitely alive. Something that apparently thought napping naked on her kitchen table was acceptable – which is definitely wasn’t, and if Paulie ever got her hands on the man who’d tossed this thing at her she would kill him! The creature stretched and yawned, long floppy ears twitching as if the human’s screaming had woken him up. Large eyes cracked open and peered around, and the furry being sat up, looking around with the confusion of something that was totally new to the world around it.
IT – he- whatever – tried to get off of the table and wound up sliding to the ground in a heap, landing on his tail with a thump and a whimper. It was this pathetic-sounding whimper that finally broke through the ‘eep’ factor that had heretofore held power in Paulie’s mind, and concern overtook her as she stepped forward cautiously, easing the creature’s –boy’s?- tail out from under him and belatedly noticing the cause of his fall – the poor thing was missing most of his left leg!
Well, that settled it then. Not only was PAulie going to take care of this… being/child/whatever, she was going to hunt down his ‘creator’ and
kill him! It was probably the horrible handling of the vial that had resulted in this handicap, and that smirking, flailing, infuriating man was going to
pay!
