Not Today, Evil Monkey
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apachefirecatTitle: Not Today, Evil Monkey
Fandom: Family Guy
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Evil Monkey, Chris, Herbert, Stewie
Rating: R/M
Summary: The Evil Monkey surprises everyone when he leaps to Chris' defense.
Word Count: 1153
Written For:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
1_million_words Slice of Life Bingo: Over-Slept
Warnings: Pedophilia
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It was strange, living in this closet. It was stranger still caring about the roommate who he kept terrified, but as long as he kept the boy terrified, no one would dare to try evict him from his home yet again. This closet, such as it was, was his! But he did still care about the boy in the main room, especially having once had his own kid, his own family who no longer wanted him...
The monkey gave himself a firm shake. He was no longer supposed to think about those primates! He was no longer a doting husband or father! He had not been wanted, and he did not want them or anyone else! It was time for him to give Chris a good scare. The fact that the boy had over-slept and was going to be late to school had absolutely nothing to do with the timing. Rather it was time to hurt someone else to feel good about himself again.
He threw open the closet door and heard Chris shriek. He started to glower as he turned his pointing finger at him, but he froze in shock. Slowly he remembered to move. He remembered he was no longer supposed to feel for his roommate, as big and dumb a human ox as he was, or anybody else. He forced himself to move, and his arm dropped back to his furry side.
But he couldn't stop staring at the sight before him. The old man was asleep on Chris' bed again, his head ducked and a long line of drool emitting from it. But Chris was swiftly scrambling back on his bed, his eyes wide and full of fear -- not because he'd jumped out of the closet, the monkey quickly realized, but because of the old man. Chris wasn't even looking at him at all. He was staring, his eyes wide and full of the most terror the monkey had ever witnessed in anyone, at the old man!
The old man who, the monkey knew, clearly liked Chris in ways old people were not supposed to like the young. He didn't know much about human society, but he knew that the old had no right to lust after the young in any primate society. Why, the last time he'd witnessed such behavior, the very day the old silverback had acted had been his last. The entire clan had turned against him and ripped him limb from limb.
The monkey slowly opened his mouth. He hardly ever made any sounds these days, and he shut his mouth again out of uncertainty. He didn't know what he wanted to say or do. He just knew this wasn't right and he didn't like this new level of fear with which his roommate was filled!
Slowly he raised his arm again. This time he pointed at the old man, Herbert, he thought he had heard his name called. When he opened his mouth again, the sound he released sounded far scarier and more high-pitched than any cry he had ever before unleashed. Yet Chris still didn't notice him! He was instead still pulling away from the old man, who now jerked away.
"Oh, it's nothing to be scared about, honey boy -- " Herbert started to reach a gnarled, old hand out for Chris, and the monkey unleashed. He raced over the floor and jumped on the old human, biting, clawing, and screeching to the best of his ability. He bit off fingers and spit them out of his mouth. Chris, meanwhile, had found his voice and fled the room, screaming a far more feminine scream than any other the monkey had ever heard.
The old man screamed and cried underneath the evil monkey's wrath. He tried to swat him off, but the monkey kept coming. He kept biting, clawing, and howling until Chris actually came back. He poked his head in the room, saw Herbert was quite nearly dead, and shouted to the monkey who had lived in his closet for years, the monkey he had always thought was evil and scary but now seemed like one of the truest friends he'd ever known. "TH-THAT'S ENOUGH!" He didn't want Herbert touching him, but he also didn't want the old man dead!
The monkey stopped. He sat back on his haunches. The roommates exchanged a long look. Herbert grunted. His blood covered Chris' room, and he was no longer a danger to anyone. The monkey had bit off every one of his fingers and left giant holes in his chest and neck.
"M-MEG," Chris called, not daring to take his eyes off the monkey, "CALL THE HOSPITAL!"
"NO! JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE! IT'S BETTER THAT WAY!"
"PLEASE!"
"NO!"
Chris sighed. "I'm going to have to call the hospital," he told the monkey. "But don't worry. I won't tell them you did it. Or that I did it." He scratched the back of his head as he looked at Herbert. There was no way anyone was going to buy what had happened as an accident. Maybe he shouldn't call them...
He looked up as the closet door slammed shut behind the monkey. Closed in alone in the closet, the monkey shook. He grabbed a picture of his family and rocked back and forth in the still, quiet, and tiny corridor. What had come over him? He didn't care like that any more! Yet he had almost killed a man... A man he could still hear gurgling, his own blood splashing out of his mouth, just beyond the door beside him. The monkey trembled.
Chris shook his head. "THANK YOU!" he called to the monkey. "I GUESS YOU REALLY AREN'T THAT BAD A GUY AFTER ALL!" He looked again at Herbert before lifting his shoulders in a heavy shrug. It did kind of serve him right for trying to mess with him and all the other young boys in Quahog. He ducked out of his own room. Clasping his hands behind his back, he walked away, whistling and trying for all the world to pretend that everything was normal.
Inside the closet, the monkey shook. That was wrong, so wrong! He was not a good guy! He was no longer vulnerable, no longer susceptible to the world and the people in it, good or bad!
Stewie rode his tricycle into Chris' bedroom. His jovial whistle died in his throat the second he spotted the old man laying, crumpled and broken, in a pool of his own blood. "Nope."
As Stewie started to turn away, however, his big brother's closet door was flung open, and the evil monkey jumped out. He glowered at the baby, pointing defiantly at him. "Do try it," Stewie challenged him, and the chilling offer he made caused the monkey to jump back in the closet! Maybe it was time, the monkey he thought, he chain himself inside the closet for a while!
The End
Fandom: Family Guy
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Evil Monkey, Chris, Herbert, Stewie
Rating: R/M
Summary: The Evil Monkey surprises everyone when he leaps to Chris' defense.
Word Count: 1153
Written For:
1_million_words Slice of Life Bingo: Over-SleptWarnings: Pedophilia
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
It was strange, living in this closet. It was stranger still caring about the roommate who he kept terrified, but as long as he kept the boy terrified, no one would dare to try evict him from his home yet again. This closet, such as it was, was his! But he did still care about the boy in the main room, especially having once had his own kid, his own family who no longer wanted him...
The monkey gave himself a firm shake. He was no longer supposed to think about those primates! He was no longer a doting husband or father! He had not been wanted, and he did not want them or anyone else! It was time for him to give Chris a good scare. The fact that the boy had over-slept and was going to be late to school had absolutely nothing to do with the timing. Rather it was time to hurt someone else to feel good about himself again.
He threw open the closet door and heard Chris shriek. He started to glower as he turned his pointing finger at him, but he froze in shock. Slowly he remembered to move. He remembered he was no longer supposed to feel for his roommate, as big and dumb a human ox as he was, or anybody else. He forced himself to move, and his arm dropped back to his furry side.
But he couldn't stop staring at the sight before him. The old man was asleep on Chris' bed again, his head ducked and a long line of drool emitting from it. But Chris was swiftly scrambling back on his bed, his eyes wide and full of fear -- not because he'd jumped out of the closet, the monkey quickly realized, but because of the old man. Chris wasn't even looking at him at all. He was staring, his eyes wide and full of the most terror the monkey had ever witnessed in anyone, at the old man!
The old man who, the monkey knew, clearly liked Chris in ways old people were not supposed to like the young. He didn't know much about human society, but he knew that the old had no right to lust after the young in any primate society. Why, the last time he'd witnessed such behavior, the very day the old silverback had acted had been his last. The entire clan had turned against him and ripped him limb from limb.
The monkey slowly opened his mouth. He hardly ever made any sounds these days, and he shut his mouth again out of uncertainty. He didn't know what he wanted to say or do. He just knew this wasn't right and he didn't like this new level of fear with which his roommate was filled!
Slowly he raised his arm again. This time he pointed at the old man, Herbert, he thought he had heard his name called. When he opened his mouth again, the sound he released sounded far scarier and more high-pitched than any cry he had ever before unleashed. Yet Chris still didn't notice him! He was instead still pulling away from the old man, who now jerked away.
"Oh, it's nothing to be scared about, honey boy -- " Herbert started to reach a gnarled, old hand out for Chris, and the monkey unleashed. He raced over the floor and jumped on the old human, biting, clawing, and screeching to the best of his ability. He bit off fingers and spit them out of his mouth. Chris, meanwhile, had found his voice and fled the room, screaming a far more feminine scream than any other the monkey had ever heard.
The old man screamed and cried underneath the evil monkey's wrath. He tried to swat him off, but the monkey kept coming. He kept biting, clawing, and howling until Chris actually came back. He poked his head in the room, saw Herbert was quite nearly dead, and shouted to the monkey who had lived in his closet for years, the monkey he had always thought was evil and scary but now seemed like one of the truest friends he'd ever known. "TH-THAT'S ENOUGH!" He didn't want Herbert touching him, but he also didn't want the old man dead!
The monkey stopped. He sat back on his haunches. The roommates exchanged a long look. Herbert grunted. His blood covered Chris' room, and he was no longer a danger to anyone. The monkey had bit off every one of his fingers and left giant holes in his chest and neck.
"M-MEG," Chris called, not daring to take his eyes off the monkey, "CALL THE HOSPITAL!"
"NO! JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE! IT'S BETTER THAT WAY!"
"PLEASE!"
"NO!"
Chris sighed. "I'm going to have to call the hospital," he told the monkey. "But don't worry. I won't tell them you did it. Or that I did it." He scratched the back of his head as he looked at Herbert. There was no way anyone was going to buy what had happened as an accident. Maybe he shouldn't call them...
He looked up as the closet door slammed shut behind the monkey. Closed in alone in the closet, the monkey shook. He grabbed a picture of his family and rocked back and forth in the still, quiet, and tiny corridor. What had come over him? He didn't care like that any more! Yet he had almost killed a man... A man he could still hear gurgling, his own blood splashing out of his mouth, just beyond the door beside him. The monkey trembled.
Chris shook his head. "THANK YOU!" he called to the monkey. "I GUESS YOU REALLY AREN'T THAT BAD A GUY AFTER ALL!" He looked again at Herbert before lifting his shoulders in a heavy shrug. It did kind of serve him right for trying to mess with him and all the other young boys in Quahog. He ducked out of his own room. Clasping his hands behind his back, he walked away, whistling and trying for all the world to pretend that everything was normal.
Inside the closet, the monkey shook. That was wrong, so wrong! He was not a good guy! He was no longer vulnerable, no longer susceptible to the world and the people in it, good or bad!
Stewie rode his tricycle into Chris' bedroom. His jovial whistle died in his throat the second he spotted the old man laying, crumpled and broken, in a pool of his own blood. "Nope."
As Stewie started to turn away, however, his big brother's closet door was flung open, and the evil monkey jumped out. He glowered at the baby, pointing defiantly at him. "Do try it," Stewie challenged him, and the chilling offer he made caused the monkey to jump back in the closet! Maybe it was time, the monkey he thought, he chain himself inside the closet for a while!
The End
