"I'll do anything! Please don't eat me!" She cried out.
You sigh and spat her out just below your pillow. You pinned her down with an index finger and inspected her. A tan female micen, small, maybe a week or two past a year; you wouldn't know. She had red hair in pig tails and blue eyes. She was wearing a brown backpack, along with strips of cloth sewn into a bra and hot pants. You don't see any other clothes around, so she didn't ditch her outfit, she's normally dressed like this. She shivered as like every other mouse caught by a cat. You don't recognize this mouse, so she isn't from Desio. "Who are you?" You asked, narrowing your eyes.
"My name's Fleta- please don't hurt me..." She mumbled, trying to push your finger off her.
The idea of washing her off and eating her popped back into your head. First, you needed an answer. "Why did you wake me up? You should have known better."
"You're right, but-"
"But what?" You interrupted "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to me with 'buts' Where are you from?"
"Kert." Fleta sounded as if she was about to pass out, this may have been the most exciting thing for her in a long time.
"Kert?" You remove your finger from her chest. She took a deep gasp and nodded. "Why would someone from Kert be here?"
"My sister's suffering. She was sold as a slave to-" A refreshing urge rushed back into Fleta "Listen, I need a hair from your fur. Claude said he'd let my sister go if I can prove your existence."
You smirked and shook your head. "Claude want's you dead."
Fleta cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"This Claude fellow sent you, unarmed, on a trip to a place far away to where, let's presume he thinks I am an animal, to where I live. Did he send an escort?"
Fleta shook her head. "The three guards, he let them guide me here."
"This Claude fellow also sent guards, who already been here before seeing as how they knew the way here. Yet they aren't here when you confront the 'mythical beast'?" You snag her leg and pull her feet out from under her, and roll onto your back, setting her on your chest. "It might require a micen to think a bit more but its obvious to me that if I didn't eat you, the guards will kill you." You couldn't help but grin as Fleta's eyes widen with a deep breathe.
"B-but if I have a hair from you, they'll have to believe-"
"That you took it from another micen. Then they will have to kill you for lying." You interrupt as you licked your lips. "That'd be a waste of a good mouse." She stood up and tried to get away. You cupped her with your hands and trapped her with your other hand. With your hands folded and her tail sticking out under them, you moved it closer to your mouth. "Sorry little Fleta, but it's a wrong place, wrong time situation for you, I haven't eaten a micen in days. So forgive me if I have some unfortunate thoughts about you." You let go of the micen while she was on your lips, but as expected she struggled. She positioned her hands on your upper lip and her feet on your lower lip. Another thought occurred to you. Three guards? You pinched her tail and pulled her away.
"Huh?" She looked at you in disbelief.
You held her above your face. "Alright, time to bargain for your life. Where are your guards?"
"They were at that town on the counter." she squeaked.
"I see. One moment." You stand up off the bed and set Fleta on your dresser. "Stay there. If you try to run, trust me, I'll find you." You turn around, leaving Fleta be. Someone is going to get a talking to when you find them. "Gertrude." You call her name and heard a shuffling on your bookshelf.
Gertrude is climbing out of a jar, with a straw of licorice hanging out of her mouth half eaten. "You called?" Her voice was muffled.
You head over to Gertrude and take the candy out of her mouth. "What was you're only job? I think it was not to let anyone wake me up. Am I wrong?"
Gertrude hovered her head to the side until she was able to see behind you, and able to see the dresser. "Someone was stupid enough to wake you up?"
"Yes, Gertrude, I am glad you managed to stop her from doing something stupid." You pluck her out of the jar. You expected Gertrude to at the least flinch, however she merely looked at you with a straight face, not the slightest phased. It's as if she thinks she is an equal to you; and perhaps the only micen allowed to do so. You sigh and smiled with a sincere heart. You both know that most micen aren't idiotic enough to break the so few rules existing, why waste time playing sentry? "I can't stay mad at you dear. Go to Desio and tell the foreigners you need to meet them near the hole in the wall. And I'm keeping the licorice." You nom on the red vine and place Gertrude on the ground, giving a friendly nudge with your foot, and head on back to the dresser and explained the plan to Fleta.
Five minutes was enough time for Gertrude to get the guards out of Desio, and ready for an ambush. You crouched with Fleta on your shoulders and crawled into the kitchen.
"Is this necessary?" Fleta whispered.
"Nope, but it's funner." You answer back. You crawl until you are by the wall and counter. You can hear the micen talk, but can't make out what they are saying. "That's them" Fleta reassured. You stand up.
The three micen jump back in surprise. "It's Solace!" A girl shouted.
"She's real?" The smallest asked in shock. You blocked the exit and swiped down the foreigners. They all scrambled back, except for the tallest one. He knelt down and bowed his head. You grabbed the other two micen and dragged them towards you.
"What are you doing? What's going to happen to them?" Fleta asked. You plucked a purple hair from your head and handed it to Fleta.
"Go home. Get your sister. Don't come back." You set Fleta on the counter.
"But what about Sven? And Haley, and Lamar." She wrapped your hair strand around her arm.
"Care to join them?" You growl. "Don't forget your place." You peer at your three fresh caught prey. "Hey," you look at the tall one. "So who are you guys?
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