The Adventures of Elvis

[Xhat]

Hello, and welcome to 'The Adventures of Elvis'.
This is where you will locate stories about Foxerfly #146.

So go on and scroll down, the stories are just beginning!

[Xhat]

A brown creature slid across the floor, tail and head swinging side to side as if
music was playing. It let out a sort of howl, dashing forwards than stopping
abruptly, allowing itself to slide across the wooden floor. "Ain't nothing but a
hound dog, cryin' all the time!" it sung aloud, obviously in the language of it's
species. This creature is known as a Foxerfly, and as the individual Elvis.

He continued to slide around and shake his tail, occasionally tumbling over
his own paws. Elvis finally stopped, jogging on the spot and waiting for the
end of the song to come on. He forgot what song was playing, but it had a
large shout at the end, which he enjoyed screaming at the top of his lungs.

The ending finally came on, and letting out a large "Whooo!", Elvis began to
bound forward. Unfortunately for him, there were a flight of stairs right in
front of him. Just as the male was about to stop and slide, he slid right off
the edge. Squealing in terror, the foxerfly slid head first down the wooden
flight of stairs.

Groaning in pain, Elvis was now laying at the bottom of the staircase. Pouting,
he looked up at a blurry shape with heterochromia eyes. A small grin was
placed across his muzzle, as his owner face-palmed.

"Elvis you idiot."

[Xhat]

Mumbling incoherent words, a large furred body snuggled into a
rather small bed. Groaning, the male lifted his head from the
blankets. Blinking his different coloured eyes, Elvis' head tilted up
slightly to look over his surroundings. A shout sounded from
somewhere in the house, most likely from his owner, Xhat. She
often had problems with the waffles.

It had been a couple days since he had been turned into what Xhat
called an 'Anthro', and he helped her around the house some of the
time. Pushing himself up, Elvis stumbled over to the mirror to look
at his reflection. His fur was sticking up in all different directions,
and gave off a very messy appearance.

Just looking at his messy, pajama-clad body, an idea popped into
the foxerfly's brain. A smirk crossed his features, and with quick
steps he was standing in front of the closet that had been deemed
his until he was turned back to normal. The smirk only widened,
and Elvis opened the closet with a flourish of his paws.

Minutes later, he was dressed in cosplay. The outfit was one of
his favourites, and he even had one modified for when he was
returned back to his normal stage. It was designed for him to
look like Jean Kirschtein from Attack on Titan, and it even had
a wig to go along with it. But, he tended not to wear the wig.

Sneaking down the wooden stairs, Elvis continued to let the
plan swirl through his head. The plan was to scare his owner,
drawing out his dulled swords and screaming something anime
related at the top of his lungs.

And it worked. The Foxerfly jumped into the kitchen, drawing
out his swords and shouted, "JAEGER!" Ends up he got a nice,
steaming hot waffle thrown at his muzzle.