Nightmare

You were a scientist - working with other scientists on an experiment, where you would genetically combine Eevee and it’s evolutions. The experiment was a success - and it created a human-like, bipedal result, with multi-colored fur and two, mismatched eyes. Although the creation was sedated, everyone could feel the pure anger emitting from the tall experiment.

But one day, something went wrong, the creature managed to resist the sedative and broke free from containment. Everyone was in a panic, and it didn’t help that the creature was ferociously attacking anyone and everyone, killing them with its sharp claws penetrating their heart. In the confusion, you managed to escape, and you fled, far away, fearing that you might find the same fate as many others did.

Somehow, you began life again, under a new identity, in which you made friends - good people compared to what you did. Overtime, you lowered your guard, almost forgetting about the incident. During a darkened night, you suddenly wake up from a nightmare, clutching your clothes, you calm the nerves. But a soft - almost inaudible tap on the outside of your window interrupts your thoughts.

Rubbing your hair, you get out of bed, grabbing a flashlight on your way outside, expecting a small animal to be the reason for the tap. But when turning the corner, you find nothing, except for crunching leaves coming from the forest right next door. You follow the sound, entering the forest and your house behind you. Then, out of nowhere, a figure emerges from the bushes. Your retinas expand in shock, instantly recognizing the terrifying creature, the multi-colored fur, mismatched eyes - everything makes sense now, it didn’t want to come for you instantly - it wanted you to dread this inevitable moment. It sands there, heavily breathing, a sadistic smile on its face, blood scattered on its body. You thought I would forget what you and your miserable partners did to me? No - I don’t forget, especially when it’s someone as pathetic as you. You fumble with the flashlight, eyes open with shock and horror, wondering where the blood skewed on her body even came from. Oh? Is the weak human curious about this blood? The ever-so sadistic smile increases, terrifying you even more. You think I haven’t been watching, stalking you on every corner, noticing those freaks that you call friends? A sharp pair claws push against your chin - forcing you to look up. These are the remains of those friends, on the body you helped create, but don’t worry, I made sure they met a slow, agonizing death, and i enjoyed watching the last bit of life disappear from their eyes. A growl echoes from her maw, her claws tightening, close to drawing blood.