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Happy new years people/furries! I'm doing this one a few hours earlier than i want to, but I'll probably forget to do it on time. This story will be one of the 2 stories for January. Hope you guys enjoy! Figured i do this guy since i heard the news that the series is being cancelled. And the fact that if you watch his growth spurt episode, you can imagine my thoughts of him as a pred.
Mark Beaks and all Ducktales (2018) belong to Disney
So far I've noticed one thing about everything that's out to get me. They're bigger or fatter than me. I mean, that last guy had to be what, six-hundred pounds? But when I woke up, I found myself in a overly big office. Kinda boring actually. No pictures or paint. Just white everywhere. I heard the door open and my mouth dropped. Another thing I noticed about everything that eats me is that I appear practically on a silver platter. But this guy? This guy looked like he was one-forty, maybe lighter. He was using one of those weird sideways motor boards. He was a gray bird, hair looking like it was combed back like that naturally. He was busy looking at his phone through one of those virtual reality goggles. Made no sense to me. He wore a dark gray jacket with sand yellow pants and a neon yellow shirt. Honestly, I was hating this guy already. Then, I heard his voice.
“I never understood why nobody did this before. Change everything around program to things you like to see. All the while saving money,” he said in his teenager voice that sounded like he got picked on way too much as a kid. “Ha ha! Hashtag: Future lifestyle.” Kill me. This was the kind of person I try to avoid. Those people that try too hard to be popular and trending. Ugh.
“Because it hurts your eyes after too long,” I said, just right to where he could hear me but I wasn’t loud enough to hear properly. I heard the motor board get louder as it approached. When he was in front of me, I realized we were the same height.
“Nah! That's just crazy talk!” he took off the goggles and exposed his puffy red eyes. He shook his head sideways till his eyes were back to normal. He had thick eyebrows, yellow and black eyes. I wanna punch him. I really wanna punch him. He has that face that is just asking to be punched. He went back to typing on his phone. “So, what can I do for you, bunny boy?” That shook me out of my thoughts of punching. I looked at myself and groaned loudly. I was a rabbit. Gray fur, black hoodie, red scarf and no pants. Why can I not control this?
“How about you point me to someone that's big enough to eat a person? Then, I'll go find him,” my voice was almost monotone enough to be believable. Or rather, enough to be a joke. If I was actually in this guy's employment, I would feed him to that something. But since I don't, I figured I would do it to myself. Beats being here with this obnoxious bird brain. Hehe. Bird brain. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He was still typing.
“Oh yeah. No problem. I could have him come over and we can celebrate new year’s together. Boom! Mark Beaks night plan! Hashtag party time!” Hashtag kill me. Or better yet. Kill him. The world would be that much better. He stopped texting to do allot of laser shooting noises as he was pointing his index finger and thumb like a five year old gun. The night could not get here faster.
So Mark, who I'm assuming is a twelve year old in the body of a college graduate, gave me a pair goggles and had me interact with his virtual entourage. I took them off two seconds in. One second too long. As he was still talking to air, I looked out at the night sky. I wonder which of those stars I'll be thrown to next. It's funny. I always dread being eaten. But when I'm stuck in a room with a guy who is too digital, the predator couldn't get here any sooner. Made me wonder what my mind has turned into for these thoughts to exist. I look inside the goggles, not putting them on. I see the digital clock on it read Eleven-Thirty. I put them on the desk and turned to face the laughing bird.
“So where is he? I thought he was gonna be here,” the bird lifted the goggles and looked at me.
“He just messaged that's he's upfront. Wanna go meet him?” he looked at me like he was waiting for the drumroll. I sighed begrudgingly and my hand to signal for him to lead on. He removed his visor completely and put them next to the ones I wore before. He was texting on his phone again, rolling onwards towards a closed door. I waited with anticipation to see if he would hit the door head on. My hopes were dashed as they opened just a few feet away from. He glided through them no problem and did a one-eighty to face, holding his phone to expose the screen to me. “App that opens any and every electronically set door. Boom!” The bird then proceeded to do multiple spins till I walked past him. “Hold up,” he aimed his phone at the elevators and swiped off his phone screen towards the closed doors. Not even a second passed and the doors dinged open. “I said all electronically set doors. Of course, that included the elevator. Hate waiting,” he rolled inside and I followed him in. The doors closed behind me, with almost no sound.
When we reached the lobby, it was empty and dark since all the employees left. He rolled himself out of the elevator first, while I hesitantly moved forward. I looked around the darkened room, confused at what I was seeing.
“I don't see our big guy here,” I asked hesitantly. Even if I was ready to get away from this guy as soon as possible, the thought of being eaten and digested still scared me. Mark spun to face me and was texting something as he stepped off his thing. He lifted his arms up, and the room exploded with confetti and a set of hologram arrows pointing at him. I tried massaging my temple, trying to lower my annoyance level.
“Dude, you can’t be the guy big enough to eat me. You would probably choke on trying to eat a burrito whole,” I explained, keeping my voice as calm as I could. He smiled at me, spinning his phone in his hand.
“You're not wrong, and I don't want to even wanna talk about that incident. But you see here, I asked one of my old tech buddies to add an addition to my phone that will let me be able to do just that,” he stopped spinning the phone, squeezing his phone by the sides with his right hand. Out of the bottom of the phone, shot out a small needle where one would plug their charger. He stabbed himself in the arm with the needle, yelping from the sharp pain. Removing the needle phone from his arm, Beaks rubs his arm hastily. He stopped as his body grew larger. And larger still. His shoes were torn as his feet expanded to where one foot could step on my body. Pants barely held together, but his shirt was gone. His roundish head was more square-like. He grew muscles from what he had hit himself with, not enough to gain a six-pack or anything though. But his eyes were what caught my attention; they no longer had only black pupils in them. Those black circles for eyes were now inside a ring of red. Oh, and the fact that he grew to be roughly twenty to twenty-five feet tall. He barely managed to not touch the roof with his new transformation. He smiled down at me, and proceeded to lift me by clutching my body in one of his large hands. When Mark had me at eye level, he beak opened up, and tossed me inside like I was nothing. I screamed for only a moment as I flew through the air, landing inside his small mouth which closed immediately. The darkness swallowed me, literally. The moment the big bird closed his mouth, he gulped me down like nothing. I did make a bulge that went down his throat, but barely made as I landed in his belly.
Mark patted his belly, proud of himself.
“Ha! Told you I could do it!” his voice was deeper now as he gloated. His stomach rumbled with the patting, and released an unintentional belch. He placed his left hand on the roof and pushed up. The roof opened and two things came down. One was a black sphere on a stick. A security camera he modified to act like a regular camera. Which made sense with his second device that came down. It might has well been a hundred inch flat screen TV, but he knew it was in fact a phone. He had this one created after what happened last time he grew to this size. He plucked the device from the roof and looked towards the camera sphere. He smiled as he did two peace signs. The camera flashed and he laid down on the lobby floor. He was so gonna post this online. With this done, he knew he could use this device on someone that deserved to be smashed by this giant. Or rather, some people. As he finished uploading his post, yawning, he closed his eyes. Curious to see how many ‘likes’ or ‘shares' he would wake up to. The screen was sucked back up into the roof, as was the camera. The big bird laid there, sucking on his thumb like a big baby. The post he put online read this:
‘#Happynewyear,
Spending it alone this year. But had a good sized meal.’
The image he captured was him with the peace signs, but his belly had bulged. That bulge, if viewers looked hard enough, was the face of a rabbit.
Mark Beaks and all Ducktales (2018) belong to Disney
So far I've noticed one thing about everything that's out to get me. They're bigger or fatter than me. I mean, that last guy had to be what, six-hundred pounds? But when I woke up, I found myself in a overly big office. Kinda boring actually. No pictures or paint. Just white everywhere. I heard the door open and my mouth dropped. Another thing I noticed about everything that eats me is that I appear practically on a silver platter. But this guy? This guy looked like he was one-forty, maybe lighter. He was using one of those weird sideways motor boards. He was a gray bird, hair looking like it was combed back like that naturally. He was busy looking at his phone through one of those virtual reality goggles. Made no sense to me. He wore a dark gray jacket with sand yellow pants and a neon yellow shirt. Honestly, I was hating this guy already. Then, I heard his voice.
“I never understood why nobody did this before. Change everything around program to things you like to see. All the while saving money,” he said in his teenager voice that sounded like he got picked on way too much as a kid. “Ha ha! Hashtag: Future lifestyle.” Kill me. This was the kind of person I try to avoid. Those people that try too hard to be popular and trending. Ugh.
“Because it hurts your eyes after too long,” I said, just right to where he could hear me but I wasn’t loud enough to hear properly. I heard the motor board get louder as it approached. When he was in front of me, I realized we were the same height.
“Nah! That's just crazy talk!” he took off the goggles and exposed his puffy red eyes. He shook his head sideways till his eyes were back to normal. He had thick eyebrows, yellow and black eyes. I wanna punch him. I really wanna punch him. He has that face that is just asking to be punched. He went back to typing on his phone. “So, what can I do for you, bunny boy?” That shook me out of my thoughts of punching. I looked at myself and groaned loudly. I was a rabbit. Gray fur, black hoodie, red scarf and no pants. Why can I not control this?
“How about you point me to someone that's big enough to eat a person? Then, I'll go find him,” my voice was almost monotone enough to be believable. Or rather, enough to be a joke. If I was actually in this guy's employment, I would feed him to that something. But since I don't, I figured I would do it to myself. Beats being here with this obnoxious bird brain. Hehe. Bird brain. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He was still typing.
“Oh yeah. No problem. I could have him come over and we can celebrate new year’s together. Boom! Mark Beaks night plan! Hashtag party time!” Hashtag kill me. Or better yet. Kill him. The world would be that much better. He stopped texting to do allot of laser shooting noises as he was pointing his index finger and thumb like a five year old gun. The night could not get here faster.
So Mark, who I'm assuming is a twelve year old in the body of a college graduate, gave me a pair goggles and had me interact with his virtual entourage. I took them off two seconds in. One second too long. As he was still talking to air, I looked out at the night sky. I wonder which of those stars I'll be thrown to next. It's funny. I always dread being eaten. But when I'm stuck in a room with a guy who is too digital, the predator couldn't get here any sooner. Made me wonder what my mind has turned into for these thoughts to exist. I look inside the goggles, not putting them on. I see the digital clock on it read Eleven-Thirty. I put them on the desk and turned to face the laughing bird.
“So where is he? I thought he was gonna be here,” the bird lifted the goggles and looked at me.
“He just messaged that's he's upfront. Wanna go meet him?” he looked at me like he was waiting for the drumroll. I sighed begrudgingly and my hand to signal for him to lead on. He removed his visor completely and put them next to the ones I wore before. He was texting on his phone again, rolling onwards towards a closed door. I waited with anticipation to see if he would hit the door head on. My hopes were dashed as they opened just a few feet away from. He glided through them no problem and did a one-eighty to face, holding his phone to expose the screen to me. “App that opens any and every electronically set door. Boom!” The bird then proceeded to do multiple spins till I walked past him. “Hold up,” he aimed his phone at the elevators and swiped off his phone screen towards the closed doors. Not even a second passed and the doors dinged open. “I said all electronically set doors. Of course, that included the elevator. Hate waiting,” he rolled inside and I followed him in. The doors closed behind me, with almost no sound.
When we reached the lobby, it was empty and dark since all the employees left. He rolled himself out of the elevator first, while I hesitantly moved forward. I looked around the darkened room, confused at what I was seeing.
“I don't see our big guy here,” I asked hesitantly. Even if I was ready to get away from this guy as soon as possible, the thought of being eaten and digested still scared me. Mark spun to face me and was texting something as he stepped off his thing. He lifted his arms up, and the room exploded with confetti and a set of hologram arrows pointing at him. I tried massaging my temple, trying to lower my annoyance level.
“Dude, you can’t be the guy big enough to eat me. You would probably choke on trying to eat a burrito whole,” I explained, keeping my voice as calm as I could. He smiled at me, spinning his phone in his hand.
“You're not wrong, and I don't want to even wanna talk about that incident. But you see here, I asked one of my old tech buddies to add an addition to my phone that will let me be able to do just that,” he stopped spinning the phone, squeezing his phone by the sides with his right hand. Out of the bottom of the phone, shot out a small needle where one would plug their charger. He stabbed himself in the arm with the needle, yelping from the sharp pain. Removing the needle phone from his arm, Beaks rubs his arm hastily. He stopped as his body grew larger. And larger still. His shoes were torn as his feet expanded to where one foot could step on my body. Pants barely held together, but his shirt was gone. His roundish head was more square-like. He grew muscles from what he had hit himself with, not enough to gain a six-pack or anything though. But his eyes were what caught my attention; they no longer had only black pupils in them. Those black circles for eyes were now inside a ring of red. Oh, and the fact that he grew to be roughly twenty to twenty-five feet tall. He barely managed to not touch the roof with his new transformation. He smiled down at me, and proceeded to lift me by clutching my body in one of his large hands. When Mark had me at eye level, he beak opened up, and tossed me inside like I was nothing. I screamed for only a moment as I flew through the air, landing inside his small mouth which closed immediately. The darkness swallowed me, literally. The moment the big bird closed his mouth, he gulped me down like nothing. I did make a bulge that went down his throat, but barely made as I landed in his belly.
Mark patted his belly, proud of himself.
“Ha! Told you I could do it!” his voice was deeper now as he gloated. His stomach rumbled with the patting, and released an unintentional belch. He placed his left hand on the roof and pushed up. The roof opened and two things came down. One was a black sphere on a stick. A security camera he modified to act like a regular camera. Which made sense with his second device that came down. It might has well been a hundred inch flat screen TV, but he knew it was in fact a phone. He had this one created after what happened last time he grew to this size. He plucked the device from the roof and looked towards the camera sphere. He smiled as he did two peace signs. The camera flashed and he laid down on the lobby floor. He was so gonna post this online. With this done, he knew he could use this device on someone that deserved to be smashed by this giant. Or rather, some people. As he finished uploading his post, yawning, he closed his eyes. Curious to see how many ‘likes’ or ‘shares' he would wake up to. The screen was sucked back up into the roof, as was the camera. The big bird laid there, sucking on his thumb like a big baby. The post he put online read this:
‘#Happynewyear,
Spending it alone this year. But had a good sized meal.’
The image he captured was him with the peace signs, but his belly had bulged. That bulge, if viewers looked hard enough, was the face of a rabbit.
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