Personal Space Invaders (SOLO)
Nov 13, 2014 0:07:47 GMT
Post by Johnny the Boy on Nov 13, 2014 0:07:47 GMT
The voice on the other end of the line sighed.
"Have you actually seen this rat yet?"
Walker shifted the phone to his other ear. He was lying on his stomach, peering under the sofa with a small flashlight. "Well, no. But I keep finding nests. I tried leaving out some of that leftover teriyaki your mother made as a trap--"
"What? Hang on a second."
"Well, it was in a casserole dish that I didn't recognize, so I figure it was--"
"How the hell did you get into my apartment? I just paid to have the locks changed!"
"I needed groceries!" he said, turning off the flashlight and sitting up. "Besides, you didn't have such a problem with me going through your stuff when you asked me to feed your cat."
"That was like four months ago! You were just supposed to feed him over the weekend, not move in."
"Hey now, Gorou and I had a great time. Did his hair ever grow back?"
"No, he's still got that huge bald patch. I'm still not clear on your explanation yet, and my landlord never forgave me for the toaster thing--"
A sudden rustling among the small mountain of takeout containers in the corner drew Walker's attention.
"Hey" he whispered into the phone. "Hang on a second. I think I've got something. I see ears."
"Ears?"
"Yeah, hang on...I need something to trap it with..." Walker said, glancing around. An overflowing waste paper basket caught his eye, and he tiptoed over to it and knocked it over with his foot. Grabbing it and giving it a brief shake to completely empty its contents in a messy pile across the floor, he slowly inched towards the trembling stack of food containers. There was a flurry of motion and a dull clump as the upturned wire basket came down on the small intruder. Keeping the top of the basket pinned down with his foot, Walker strained to grab a large technical manual off the nearby bookcase, then placed it on the basket as a weight.
"Come on, did you get it or not?"
"Yeah, I think so..." he said, crouching down and turning his flashlight back on to shine it through the wire basket. He had apparently also managed to ensnare an empty Chinese food container that had been knocked on its side. A trembling fuzzy black blob with two earlike points and large accusatory yellow eyes glared out from inside of it.
"That's one weird-looking rat. Hey, can you hear that?" He held the phone up to the basket. The creature inside was emitting a quiet, irritated hiss that increased in volume as the phone got closer.
"Yeah, what the hell is that? It sounds pissed. Hey, listen, man, I gotta go. My supervisor keeps giving me suspicious glares, and I have better things to do than talk to you about your rodents."
"Alright, cool. I'm gonna go see about finding like a Habitrail or something to keep this guy in. New pet."
"No, no, no. No pets, man. You're terrible with them. Gorou still goes ballistic every time he sees a frozen waffle."
"Nah, this'll be great. Later."
Walker disconnected the call and slid the phone into his pocket. "Well, little guy, I'm going out. Lemme fix you a snack."
After a few minutes of loud rustling in the kitchen unit, Walker crouched down in front of his small captive. "I don't really know what you eat, so I got you some frozen baby carrots and a saucer of scotch. Be good." he said, lifting the basket enough to slide a small saucer and a fistful of frozen vegetables in front of the creature. It didn't budge, but its hissing increased in volume. "I'll just be a few minutes. Eat up." Walker said, closing the front door with a slam.
"Have you actually seen this rat yet?"
Walker shifted the phone to his other ear. He was lying on his stomach, peering under the sofa with a small flashlight. "Well, no. But I keep finding nests. I tried leaving out some of that leftover teriyaki your mother made as a trap--"
"What? Hang on a second."
"Well, it was in a casserole dish that I didn't recognize, so I figure it was--"
"How the hell did you get into my apartment? I just paid to have the locks changed!"
"I needed groceries!" he said, turning off the flashlight and sitting up. "Besides, you didn't have such a problem with me going through your stuff when you asked me to feed your cat."
"That was like four months ago! You were just supposed to feed him over the weekend, not move in."
"Hey now, Gorou and I had a great time. Did his hair ever grow back?"
"No, he's still got that huge bald patch. I'm still not clear on your explanation yet, and my landlord never forgave me for the toaster thing--"
A sudden rustling among the small mountain of takeout containers in the corner drew Walker's attention.
"Hey" he whispered into the phone. "Hang on a second. I think I've got something. I see ears."
"Ears?"
"Yeah, hang on...I need something to trap it with..." Walker said, glancing around. An overflowing waste paper basket caught his eye, and he tiptoed over to it and knocked it over with his foot. Grabbing it and giving it a brief shake to completely empty its contents in a messy pile across the floor, he slowly inched towards the trembling stack of food containers. There was a flurry of motion and a dull clump as the upturned wire basket came down on the small intruder. Keeping the top of the basket pinned down with his foot, Walker strained to grab a large technical manual off the nearby bookcase, then placed it on the basket as a weight.
"Come on, did you get it or not?"
"Yeah, I think so..." he said, crouching down and turning his flashlight back on to shine it through the wire basket. He had apparently also managed to ensnare an empty Chinese food container that had been knocked on its side. A trembling fuzzy black blob with two earlike points and large accusatory yellow eyes glared out from inside of it.
"That's one weird-looking rat. Hey, can you hear that?" He held the phone up to the basket. The creature inside was emitting a quiet, irritated hiss that increased in volume as the phone got closer.
"Yeah, what the hell is that? It sounds pissed. Hey, listen, man, I gotta go. My supervisor keeps giving me suspicious glares, and I have better things to do than talk to you about your rodents."
"Alright, cool. I'm gonna go see about finding like a Habitrail or something to keep this guy in. New pet."
"No, no, no. No pets, man. You're terrible with them. Gorou still goes ballistic every time he sees a frozen waffle."
"Nah, this'll be great. Later."
Walker disconnected the call and slid the phone into his pocket. "Well, little guy, I'm going out. Lemme fix you a snack."
After a few minutes of loud rustling in the kitchen unit, Walker crouched down in front of his small captive. "I don't really know what you eat, so I got you some frozen baby carrots and a saucer of scotch. Be good." he said, lifting the basket enough to slide a small saucer and a fistful of frozen vegetables in front of the creature. It didn't budge, but its hissing increased in volume. "I'll just be a few minutes. Eat up." Walker said, closing the front door with a slam.