Don't Click On This!

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The price to click on this will be your life. Stop reading now or pay...


Moron! Are you still reading this? Why? Why are you obsessed with pursuing danger when it clearly warns you against doing so?

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Fine, if you continue, then I shall take your soul... When I get around to it...

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Lunes sat behind the bars in the cold, stone cage at what humans called a "shelter." It didn't seem very sheltered. The bars that blocked his exit were rusted away, leaving them dangerous to touch. The solid concrete floor smelled of feces and urine left by animals he didn't know what to call. Above was a caved-in ceiling, leaving him to swelter in the heat of the day and freeze in the rains of the night. It always rained at night. He knew of no other life, though. Blurred memories stirred inside him of a happy, care-free existence, but he could barely recall, which was about the same as them never happening.
A crow, a black scavenger, was perched above. It's beady eyes watched Lunes as he was left to rot in the "shelter." It said nothing, never taking it's eyes off of him. Lunes' pelt crawled at the thought that he might very well be dead soon. But he saw no other option. There was no food. The water that fell every night was dirty and contaminated. Surely he couldn't squeeze through the rusted bars. His shoulders would never fit, and the cuts that the metal gave him would most likely give him some sort of disease.
Slumping to the floor, Lunes watched as the slight wind picked up loose dirt from the cement, sending the minuscule pebbles skidding across the floor to come to an abrupt stop upon hitting the wall. Flicking his ears, Lunes listened for any sound of life. He was the last one left in the "shelter," the others having died and rotted or somehow escaped. A wistfulness, a longing not to die, to escape and find somewhere happier, found it's way into Lunes' mind. "I don't want to die!" it screamed. "I want to be happy, I want to have food... I want a friend..." It was starting to die away, as it usually did. But the last thing it had said caught Lunes' attention. "A friend?" He whispered to himself, knowing the only thing that would hear him was the crow.

Night fell, and as clouds began to release the water they had stored during the inferno of the day, Lunes sat in the corner, preparing. The little voice in his head had said something different. Usually it just begged for food, to be free. But a friend? It was hard enough just to find something that wasn't going to eat you. Determination clear in his eyes, Lunes waited as droplets poured down from the sky, soaking his pelt and making him shiver. It didn't bother him as much as it usually did, for this time... For the first time... he had a plan. All he had to do was survive one more dreadful night...

~ To be continued ~

Note: I didn't put this under "Bloopers" because I didn't see it as very funny.

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~ Continued for those who don't listen and kept reading ~

As the rain started to die down and the sun peeked over the horizon, Lunes shook his pelt of the water that had accumulated in his fur over the course of the night. The silver droplets showered the floor and lower walls, but Lunes didn't mind. He was getting out. Today. Or die trying, at least.
Stepping to the rusted bars that Lunes had spent the night examining, he raised his large left paw and gripped it as best he could. Then, his right shoulder against the wall, he tensed and pushed at the bar with all his strength. It creaked and bent slightly, but not enough. Pushing harder, Lunes could feel it starting to give way. But his paw slipped. Falling, his chest hitting the floor with a thud, Lunes lay there a while, resting. His paw was stinging, but he didn't dare look at it. It would only make him fear to try again. The slight tang of blood filled the small room, and Lunes knew his paw had been cut. But still, he refused to look.
Getting up and circling the room, where he barely had enough space to pace, Lunes prepared himself to try again. He hadn't eaten anything nor done any sort of work in so long, his muscles had become weak and useless. Still, he was determined. Spots of red dotted the floor where his left paw had stepped, but he ignored it and once again readied himself to try to break or bend the bar far enough for him to fit through.
Pushing on the bar again, it didn't bend nearly as far as it had the first time, but this time Lunes didn't stop. Raising his lip in a silent snarl, ears pinned back to his skull, Lunes glared at the bar, hearing it creak a bit more, little by little.
At last the bar reached the point where it was almost completely out of the way. Lunes' paw wasn't stinging, but burning now, but he stopped feeling it, shoving the pain to the back of his mind. Stepping through the bar parallel to the one he had bent and the bent bar itself, Lunes looked out to see the sun gleaming over the horizon, holding a new future for himself.

~ Was going to type more, but got interrupted ~

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~ Continued once again... ~

Somewhat limping, but determined to get as far away from the cold stone cage that had held him hostage for so long, he dragged himself towards the rising sun, hoping to find some source or food or water. He doubted any water would survive without evaporating in the summer heat, but he was still hopeful.

~ Got interrupted again, will continue post later... ~