Username:
ignominyy
Name:
Malone
Gender:
Male
Why do they look so angry?:
he's angry because he was deemed a cryptid by some kids
Malone had woken from his slumber with a thirst... for some hot tea.
Grumbling as he stood from his bed, he stretched and made his way
to his kitchen, putting some water into his kettle and placing it onto
the stove. Suddenly, he was blinded by light. Cursing under his breath,
he squinted as he looked out the window in front of him, seeing a
group of teenagers with flashlights. Were they lost? His anger quickly
subsided as he realized this, leaving his water to boil as he stepped
outside. He could hear the teens whispering to each other, but they
hadn't noticed him yet. How did they get all the way out here in the
swamp? It was quite the far walk from the road. Maybe they were
kidnapped and were trying to get away? "Hey!" Malone shouted towards
them, "You kids lost?" The group turned, shining their flashlights at him.
They all shrieked and began running, shouting something along the lines
of "the swamp monster, told you he was real!" Swamp monster? Malone
scoffed at that, who did these kids think they were? He was only trying
to be nice. He would've offered them some tea! Turning to walk back
into his hut, he placed a tea bag into the water and blew on the hot
contents before taking a sip returning to his bedroom and sitting down.
Swamp monster... he was no monster. Person of the swamp, maybe, but
not a monster. The next few days were quiet, until he got a visit from
one of his friends (who often brought him food). He had a worried
expression on his face, holding not only a basket of food, but also a
newspaper. "What's with that look?" Malone asked as he moved out of the
doorway, allowing his friend inside. They went over to the dining table,
his friend setting the basket down before slapping the newspaper on the
table, pointing to something on the front page. "Now, hold on, I can't see
without my reading glasses." His friend sighed, placing his hands on his
hips as he watched Malone rummage through a drawer, finding the glasses
and placing it onto his face. Grabbing the newspaper, he put it close to
his face and read it aloud. "Swamp monster spotted?" Lowering the newspaper
with an offended face, his friend shrugged. Looking back down at the paper,
he read a bit more and... did they call him a cryptid? "I am no cryptid! I am
a person!" Malone shouted, obviously frustrated as he slammed the newspaper
down, almost knocking the basket off of the table. "I was just trying to be
nice and this is what I get in return!" He grunted as he sat down, arms crossed.
That night, when kids came walking through the swamp, he made sure to
scare the daylights out of them! That's what they get for deeming him a
"cryptid" when he was just trying to be a nice guy.
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