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Wolf stood in front of an old, abandoned factory.
Yeesh, some adress it is... Though seeing what he made, I understand he'd want to stay discreet.
Once Shark stopped trying on the collar, the Guys had debated on what to do.
They did scout out and see what the adress corresponded to, and it disconcerted them a bit.
Eventually, it was decided that Wolf would come alone, answering to the invitation, while the others would infiltrate discreetly.
If the guy was legit, they'd pretend to come later.
If not, they'd intervene.
Leaving a message for Diane, who was at a conference for her governor for two more days and forced to have her phone off at this hour, the gang launched the operation.
And thus, Wolf knocked at the factory's big metal gate.
After a few instants, it opened.
A big, burly man was now looking at him.
"Ah, Mr. Wolf," he said. "The others aren't with you?"
"No, they weren't here when I received the collar. I couldn't wait to know what it is about," fibbed the pickpocket, pointing at the collar slightly hidden under the shirt.
The man nodded.
"It's not a problem. Come, the boss will be glad to see you."
When Wolf got inside, the man closed the gate, and began leading him towards the inner parts.
He didn't see an orange tarantula slide in the door before it fully closed, and wait they were gone to open it for three other men.
Wolf was looking around him as the burly man led him through a part of the factory that had clearly been rebuilt and remodeled in a decent flat.
Then in another part, looking more metallic, sciencey.
Noises of building began to be heard.
"Boss?" said the guard, knocking at the reinforced door. "You've got visit."
"Visit?!" repeated a voice from behind the door. "Who the fuck that can be?!"
The owner of the voice exited from the room behind the door, apparently a lab.
And Wolf was paralyzed by shock.
Because this man, this boss, this inventor...
Was Professor Rupert Marmalade.
Shock quickly left place to anger.
"YOU!!" he bellowed.
"Uh, yeah, me, what do you-" began the hated guinea pig as he lifted his head and saw who was the visitor.
And squeed.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S YOU!!" screamed the guinea pig before leaping on Wolf and holding on to his shirt. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, YOU CAME!! YOU TRIED THE COLLAR?! I'M DUMB, OF COURSE YOU TRIED IT, YOU'RE WEARING IT!! YOU LIKED IT?! THE OTHERS TRIED IT?! WHERE ARE THEY?! KLAUS, KLAUS, DON'T STAND THERE LIKE A MORON, GO AND PREPARE AN APERITIVE!!"
Having a faceful of ecstatic guinea pig smiling like if all the Christmases of the decade happened right now together and screaming his joy on top of his lungs killed Wolf's rage, replacing it with utter confusion.
And allowing the mastermind part of him to do its job and look objectively at the guinea pig.
The casual clothes of jeans, shirt, sweater tied around the waist and goggles.
The strong cockney accent.
The inclusion of swearing.
The shorter, combed back "hair".
The dark fur patch over the right eye instead of the left.
The obvious normal and not bulked build.
All sorts of details that yelled "NOT Marmalade".
And led to one question:
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" yelled Wolf, putting an end to the babbling the guinea pig was still doing.
"What do you- Oh. Oh, yeah... After the bullshit my brother pulled on you, I should have thought you'd react strongly."
"Brother?!"
"Yep. Rufus Marmalade, twin brother of Rupert. Unfortunately."
The vitriol in that last word added to Wolf's shock.
"No one ever heard that this asshole had a twin brother!"
"I look surprised? No," deadpanned Rufus, if it was his name. "Okay, maybe it'd be better if I started from the beginning-"
"Could you let go of me?" muttered Wolf.
"Uh? OH."
The guinea pig let go of the collar and dropped on the ground.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just, I wasn't kidding when I said in the note that I was your number one fan! Er, where are the others?"
Wolf repeated the cover.
"Could you call them to come fast, that'd be so fucking awesome! I'm gonna check if Klaus' doing the aperitive!"
And he ran away, leaving an extremely beffudled wolf in the middle of the metal corridor.
"Wut."
"Wolf?"
Never had he been so happy to see his old friend slither from a conduct.
"What the hell's going on?!"
"How should I know?!"
"What we do now?" asked Snake.
"...We stick to the plan," decided Wolf. "This is getting way too weird, we need to know more. So I'm gonna go, and you keep watching over. And send Diane another message, ask her to check if Marmalade's still in jail."
Snake nodded before slithering back in the conduct, and just in time, for "Rufus" was coming back.
"Sorry, sorry, where are my manners?! Oh, I'm so excited!"
Wolf, warily, folowed the chatting guinea pig back to the "flat".
Art by
CHESTER_raccoon
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51881028/
Mr. Wolf © Aaron Blabey and Dreamworks
Rufus © me
Wolf stood in front of an old, abandoned factory.
Yeesh, some adress it is... Though seeing what he made, I understand he'd want to stay discreet.
Once Shark stopped trying on the collar, the Guys had debated on what to do.
They did scout out and see what the adress corresponded to, and it disconcerted them a bit.
Eventually, it was decided that Wolf would come alone, answering to the invitation, while the others would infiltrate discreetly.
If the guy was legit, they'd pretend to come later.
If not, they'd intervene.
Leaving a message for Diane, who was at a conference for her governor for two more days and forced to have her phone off at this hour, the gang launched the operation.
And thus, Wolf knocked at the factory's big metal gate.
After a few instants, it opened.
A big, burly man was now looking at him.
"Ah, Mr. Wolf," he said. "The others aren't with you?"
"No, they weren't here when I received the collar. I couldn't wait to know what it is about," fibbed the pickpocket, pointing at the collar slightly hidden under the shirt.
The man nodded.
"It's not a problem. Come, the boss will be glad to see you."
When Wolf got inside, the man closed the gate, and began leading him towards the inner parts.
He didn't see an orange tarantula slide in the door before it fully closed, and wait they were gone to open it for three other men.
Wolf was looking around him as the burly man led him through a part of the factory that had clearly been rebuilt and remodeled in a decent flat.
Then in another part, looking more metallic, sciencey.
Noises of building began to be heard.
"Boss?" said the guard, knocking at the reinforced door. "You've got visit."
"Visit?!" repeated a voice from behind the door. "Who the fuck that can be?!"
The owner of the voice exited from the room behind the door, apparently a lab.
And Wolf was paralyzed by shock.
Because this man, this boss, this inventor...
Was Professor Rupert Marmalade.
Shock quickly left place to anger.
"YOU!!" he bellowed.
"Uh, yeah, me, what do you-" began the hated guinea pig as he lifted his head and saw who was the visitor.
And squeed.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD IT'S YOU!!" screamed the guinea pig before leaping on Wolf and holding on to his shirt. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, YOU CAME!! YOU TRIED THE COLLAR?! I'M DUMB, OF COURSE YOU TRIED IT, YOU'RE WEARING IT!! YOU LIKED IT?! THE OTHERS TRIED IT?! WHERE ARE THEY?! KLAUS, KLAUS, DON'T STAND THERE LIKE A MORON, GO AND PREPARE AN APERITIVE!!"
Having a faceful of ecstatic guinea pig smiling like if all the Christmases of the decade happened right now together and screaming his joy on top of his lungs killed Wolf's rage, replacing it with utter confusion.
And allowing the mastermind part of him to do its job and look objectively at the guinea pig.
The casual clothes of jeans, shirt, sweater tied around the waist and goggles.
The strong cockney accent.
The inclusion of swearing.
The shorter, combed back "hair".
The dark fur patch over the right eye instead of the left.
The obvious normal and not bulked build.
All sorts of details that yelled "NOT Marmalade".
And led to one question:
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" yelled Wolf, putting an end to the babbling the guinea pig was still doing.
"What do you- Oh. Oh, yeah... After the bullshit my brother pulled on you, I should have thought you'd react strongly."
"Brother?!"
"Yep. Rufus Marmalade, twin brother of Rupert. Unfortunately."
The vitriol in that last word added to Wolf's shock.
"No one ever heard that this asshole had a twin brother!"
"I look surprised? No," deadpanned Rufus, if it was his name. "Okay, maybe it'd be better if I started from the beginning-"
"Could you let go of me?" muttered Wolf.
"Uh? OH."
The guinea pig let go of the collar and dropped on the ground.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just, I wasn't kidding when I said in the note that I was your number one fan! Er, where are the others?"
Wolf repeated the cover.
"Could you call them to come fast, that'd be so fucking awesome! I'm gonna check if Klaus' doing the aperitive!"
And he ran away, leaving an extremely beffudled wolf in the middle of the metal corridor.
"Wut."
"Wolf?"
Never had he been so happy to see his old friend slither from a conduct.
"What the hell's going on?!"
"How should I know?!"
"What we do now?" asked Snake.
"...We stick to the plan," decided Wolf. "This is getting way too weird, we need to know more. So I'm gonna go, and you keep watching over. And send Diane another message, ask her to check if Marmalade's still in jail."
Snake nodded before slithering back in the conduct, and just in time, for "Rufus" was coming back.
"Sorry, sorry, where are my manners?! Oh, I'm so excited!"
Wolf, warily, folowed the chatting guinea pig back to the "flat".
Art by
CHESTER_raccoonOriginal here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/51881028/
Mr. Wolf © Aaron Blabey and Dreamworks
Rufus © me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
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