Sweet notes: I have no idea what I’ve written. Rest assured, I’ll find out eventually…

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Warnings: Err… killer fuzz-balls. And swearing… and AU high AU quanitities and ummm… *raises her eyebrows* something.

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Attack of the pink fuzzles from some alternate religion’s place of punishment (or hell).

~ By Sweetdeily.

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Have you ever started a fight in a clothing store? Well, if you have, I feel for you, if you haven’t…

Don’t.

It’s more trouble then it is worth, especially if you get tangled in the clothing.

Especially if the clothing is flammable… as most clothing strangely is.

Especially if the flammable clothing is on fire when you stumble into it.

And most especially if the pink fuzzles are attacking you.

“Nargeh!” One of the nasty buggers snarled at me- I don’t think it was a word, I think it was just a horrible sound the bloodsuckers made- and it leapt at me.

For the past fifteen minutes my life had been flashing before my eyes every time they did this. My heart was beating so loudly that if it beat any louder I was *sure* the pink fuzzles would hear it. I swatted it with my hand and it went flying into a stylish mannequin who had once sported some leopard print but now sported scorch marks and a fuzzy body.

I backed up even further and felt something solid behind me. It was the glass.

In that moment I had two decisions. I could break the glass and save my own life by making a run for it… or I could stay and fight the swarms of pink fuzzles that streamed from what I only assumed was a magical portal that had manifested through a series of misfortunate events that would- if I didn’t sacrifice myself- lead to the eventual destruction of earth.

What? You think I opted to save the world? Oh Quiyjibo, no!

I grabbed the nearest thing- another mannequin- and smashed it into the glass. The glass splintered. Despite all my beliefs that it should have shattered, it refused to. Damned safety glass.

A pink fuzzle jumped at me and it’s gigantic, yellow liquid dripping fangs sunk into my leg. I screamed, even as I slammed the mannequin against the glass again. The glass broke and I jumped out, having let go of the mannequin to send it sailing off across the floor.

I screamed again and ripped the pink fuzzle off my leg. Not necessarily in that order.

Fear and panic were churning through my system and I didn’t have time to stop. Survival of the fastest and biggest!

Blood and yellow ooze pumped from the wound, but I didn’t have time to pause past that of throwing the fuzzle at a wall. I bolted for the escalators, hearing the howls and braying of the vicious monsters that swarmed into the mall.

I was at the bottom before another fuzzle launched itself at the back of my head. I grabbed it before it could bite me and stamped on it. For a moment I thought I felt its body explode in a gooey mess- but then it vaporized and I was relieved. Not that it hadn’t died painfully; but that my body hadn’t been splattered in its guts.

I chanced a look back upstairs and saw the demons bursting out of the shop and flooding the upper floor. This momentary lapse was a bad idea, because the next thing I knew I’d run full belt into a chair; it flew down, and I hit the table that the chair was seated at with my chin.

I tasted blood in my mouth as I screamed from biting my tongue, twisting my legs and banging my chin.

“Use the pendant…” the mysterious old voice told me again.

“HOW???” I screamed back.

I fell over and broke a nail in an attempt to move.

I looked behind me. Even through my teary eyes, I could see the swarms coming for me. Those daunting fuzzy faces; those massive fangs and the cutsey little bunny feet.

My heart was in my throat and my fingers were scrambling, my legs were on aching ruin and my blood was steadily pumping from the wound the buggers had inflicted.

But my will to survive was still there.

I was not going to be eaten by a freakin’ fuzz ball!

I managed to right myself and continued running. There was an exit somewhere. Somewhere there was an exit. There had to be an exit!

There! I could see the glowing green sign, blessed by Quiygibo! I bolted for it, using the last of my stricken strength to reach those perfect doors, Quiygibo was with me, and he hadn’t forsaken me!

I hit the little metal bar and pushed.

It was jammed shut.

Crying and screaming and shaking and panicked I pulled and I pushed and I banged against the door.

“Oh please, Quiygibo!”

I could hear them, right behind me.

The soft patter of their feet was deafening.

I slapped the door and slapped it and slapped it and then I felt the first painful bite of their teeth and I screamed and screamed and screamed.

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The first thing to come back to me was the painful grip I had on something in my hand. There was a kind of panic in my mind about easing this grip, not that I think I could have even if I had wanted to.

Then I felt the aching in my bones. I was so tired, exhausted. My body ached in innumerable places and ways.

I felt like I’d been through a deep fry and a freezing compression in any given order.

In a way, I had. My memory returned to me in a fast rush that had me bolt upright in bed and staring around the room.

I was in a hospital. I could tell this because of the kind of bedcover I had on and the florescent lights and the steady-annoying- beeping of monitors.

I sat there, ready to run at the first cutsey squeak or adorable eyes, but none came.

My pulse lowered itself down and I looked down at my left hand. I was clutching a little pendant sword in a death grip.

Somehow-but don’t ask me exactly how- I managed to pry my own fingers away from the silver thing.

Now that I had a moment to examine it, I found I liked it. The pendant was incredibly detailed, the little purple jewel on the hilt was a deep, dark color, which was odd, because I swore when it was first handed to me that it was a very bright purple.

“Quiygibo…” I murmured.

Quiygibo indeed.

Okay, perhaps I should explain how I came to be attacked by the fuzzles, and er… what exactly they are…

~ To be started…

Sweet notes: Where the F@#% did this come from? What the hell is it???