The Sly, Violet Feline

Chapter Four ✎ - And You Are...?

He came home as he normally did, expecting to see his roommate somewhere in the house, as there were plans to study shortly.

    The roommate was a guy of few possessions, so it was erie to be greeted by absolutely nothing when, normally, Chester would be on the couch watching Netflix or YouTube.

     Instead, there was a small box on the couch where Chester usually occupied at this time, with a note.

     Hey James, I got you a new watch since yours broke the other day. Went out to run, should be back before five.

     "Ah, alright... He couldn't call me about this, though? So out of the blue..." James picked up the box and opened it to find a simple stainless steel watch. "Nice. I ought to pay you back, later," he said to himself, as he began to get the watch from its box.

     The box was not what it appeared to be. The watch was an illusion. Suddenly Chester was where the box was, forcing James to drop the shifting figure. It was a good thing to do, too, since once the box had gained Chester's human shape, he -- it -- was already throwing a punch. James blocked it, not fully comprehending what was happening.

     "Hello, James," it hissed. It had an evil smile on its face, Chester's face.

     "What the hell?! What did you do to Chester?" It took James a bit longer to realize what this thing was. "Wait, you're a mimic! But you can't take on human form!"

     It laughed at him. "And you know that, do you? Yet you just saw, right before your eyes, me change, not to mention that you've seen me like this for a few months now. Now, why don't you be a good human and let me absorb your life force and magic?"

     Having said this, Chester changed into a typical mimic in the textbooks -- a chest that, when the top was opened, revealed a row of teeth, treasure inside. It lunged at James.

     He vaulted over the couch, dropping his bag, toward the front door. My staff! was all he thought. I just need to hit the trigger!

     Mimics moved by jumping, they were not fast. James was able to get to his staff and in a ready position before the mimic had gotten around the couch. "Halt, or I'll shoot!" he ordered the creature.

     The chest's lid opened and closed sporatically, the resulting creak and the slams of the lid being laughter. "I already know what's in your special staff, James," it crowed. "Guess what? Silverwood ashes aren't a weakness to mimics! We are made of the very same tree!"

     James got a better grip on his staff, and tightened his finger around the trigger on the staff -- a little piece of wire that really should have been made into a button when it had been upgraded last, he thought. "Good thing this isn't loaded with ashes, then," he growled. "Goodbye, Chester, though might I say that is such a clever choice of name." James forced the trigger down, and out the end of the staff shot very focused burst of fire. It started immediately, and the mimic seemed more startled than damaged, at first. "I had the weapon expert upgrade this just today, I think it works well, don't you think? The fire burns extra fast."

     The mimic was already trying to put out the fire to no avail. And, to make things better, because of all the dangerous fire weapons, everything was now made to be fireproof. But mimics were not.

     Within minutes, the mimic was reduced to its iron frame, some nails and screws on the ground around it. The silverwood it was made of was in ashes.

     "Thanks for the ammo, mimic," James commented to himself while he went to sweep it up. "Too bad you weren't an actual human. Then again, neither am I."

December 20, 2017

     This was just a random idea I had, don't know if I'll be keeping this story going or if I'll re/use the characters. I hope you enjoyed.