{"sf1_id":1510219,"sf2_id":"ve3L0NKm","title":"The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 14)","author":"Oliver_Hart","words":2452,"posted_at":"2019-11-06T03:13:24.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Alternate Reality","Anon","Boy","Brother","Bunny","Classroom","Couple","Emo","Fight","Girl","Green text","Greentext","HMOFA","Halloween","Heterosexual","High School","Hmofa/","Human","Kissing","Plot Development","Rabbit","Siblings","Slow burn","Young Romance","anthro/human"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1510219-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-14","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ve3L0NKm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ea/07/ea07b52b-ab34-4be8-a8b2-29f3a9490531","description":"You've never really 'fit in' with the heavily divided Ranchview High School crowd. Jock, Goth, Prep, Cheerleader, Nerd... you were never any of these. But as Halloween approaches, strange things start happening, and a dark ritual begins with the finding of a curious red book. It's a race against time for you and your friends to stop a group of students from ushering in an age of darkness, and to also figure out just what the hell is wrong with that rabbit.  \n~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  \n  \nAbout this version: originally, The Leaves of Fall was split into two pastebins to compensate for the length of the story. Given that pastebin has chosen to censor this story for ambiguous reasons, it will forever be stored here and on AO3. This new version contains spelling, grammar and content fixes. Please understand that the content is all the same as the earlier versions minus some sentences being changed and fixed up. I cannot stress this enough: no new content has been added. It's my hope that this is a cleaner, easier-to-read version of the story.  \n  \nCover: [https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q](https://imgur.com/a/vZS4Q)  \nSam (drawn by Akella of /hmofa/) [https://imgur.com/a/nk3t1wT](https://imgur.com/a/nk3t1wT)  \nFan art collection: [https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv](https://imgur.com/a/SCCSIQv)  \nAccompanying playlist (WIP): [https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410\\_nI-0J](https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9aXlzDRA49QKxgYsOV2JuDd410_nI-0J)  \nAlternative link: [https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078](https://www.sofurry.com/view/1479078)  \nTotal word count: 147,552 words","content":"\\\u003eYou are Anon, and you are about to shit your pants  \n\\\u003eNot because you actually need to shit, but because you’ve never had to run this far and this fast before  \n\\\u003eEvery foot you place haphazardly and in front of the other sparks sheer chest-driving agony  \n\\\u003eAfter Stella took off after Sam, you tried to find an alternate route to get back outside the school  \n\\\u003eAll you heard was the sound of wolves  \n\\\u003eAnd man  \n\\\u003eYou had a guess what that meant  \n\\\u003eSee, with all the dumb, edgy, Twilight-tier shit happening at school right now (including witches, Eldritch horrors and vampire cheerleaders), the feral howl of wolves could only signal one thing to your sleep-deprived mind:  \n\\\u003eWerewolves  \n\\\u003eAnd then you heard Stella go down hard and fast, like a fat Santa Claus plummeting down your stairs at the tender yet inquisitive age of 9, followed by a few less-than-jolly expletives  \n\\\u003eWho those screams belonged to, you couldn’t tell. You just kept running, those shrieking whimpers echoing off the empty walls of the school and chasing at your heels  \n\\\u003eAnd now here you are, feet churning under you, throwing paranoid glances over your shoulder  \n\\\u003eThey’re not cowardly glances, and this isn’t a cowardly flight  \n\\\u003eCowardice would be hiding somewhere, ignoring your mission  \n\\\u003eYour mission?  \n\\\u003eTo find Sam and get the hell out of here  \n\\\u003eThat mission is drastically accelerated when you hear a howl rip through the school  \n\\\u003eMaybe a wolf student got to school earlier than you expected, and it’s not actually werewolves?  \n\\\u003eBut then you hear another howl  \n\\\u003eAnd another  \n\\\u003eAnd they’re just down the hall  \n\\\u003eYou throw another glance over your shoulder  \n\\\u003eThree hulking masses are closing the distance behind you in a matter of seconds  \n\\\u003eOh fuck  \n\\\u003eBulky werewolves, rippling with shreds of clothing and corded muscle bear down on you, their fur dark as night, eyes bright as blue sapphire, are scrambling down the hallways after you  \n\\\u003eFucking just…  \n\\\u003ePerfect  \n\\\u003eYou dig into your flimsy, un-athletic body and beg of it just a few seconds more of cardiovascular agony  \n\\\u003eYou are granted your wish (not without protest) and your pace quickens  \n\\\u003eYou know this is all in vain  \n\\\u003eThey’re going to catch up to you and feast upon your innards  \n\\\u003eIf you were Mike you might try to slow down and fight them  \n\\\u003eOr, if you were Alex, you might try to befriend them and lead them on the path towards glorious revolution  \n\\\u003eBut you’re Anon, and you’re running, and…  \n\\\u003eYou have no plan, other than to keep running  \n\\\u003eTimes like these you wish you were born a cheetah, or a rabbit like Sam, then maybe you’d stand a chance at survival  \n\\\u003eWhat are humans good for anyway?  \n\\\u003eThinking and cooperating?  \n\\\u003eFat load of help that’ll do you  \n\\\u003eAll alone, you’re wolf food for the apex predators of the school  \n\\\u003eYou dash around a corner, shoes squealing and streaking across the polished floors  \n\\\u003eThe werewolves, being… well, fucking huge, and less dexterous than you, slide past like a bunch of drunken ice skaters, tripping and tumbling over one another, their mouths wet with frothing madness  \n\\\u003eAnd alone, at the end of the hallway, like a little brown smudge against the auburn of the lockers, you see Sam in his hoodie and baggy jeans  \n\\\u003eAnd at his feet  \n\\\u003eThe venus fly trap  \n\\\u003eThat cotton-tailed faggot actually did it  \n\\\u003eYou open mouth, a smile contending with your desire to scream  \n”SAM!” A yell bellows from your lower stomach, and it rings with impressive clarity and volume  \n\\\u003eYou think you might be a good singer if you live through any of this  \n\\\u003eSam looks down the hall at you  \n”SAM! RUN!” You say, not so much commanding as you are pleading  \n\\\u003e”A-Anon?” He jumps to his feet  \n”JUST RUN, THUMPER!”   \n\\\u003eThat time you were commanding with your voice, and you’re not sorry for even a second  \n  \n\\\u003eThat rabbit, that little fucking bunny who you hated so much in the past, scoops up the venus fly trap and pounds down the hallway without a moment of hesitation  \n\\\u003eYou guess he is good for some things, namely running away  \n\\\u003eYou can only hope he finds the door and gets the fuck out of the school before the wolves do…  \n\\\u003eAnd they are so close now  \n\\\u003eSo close you can smell the wet dog on them  \n\\\u003eOne of them reaches for your legs with its heavy, dumb hands (though appropriately decorated with razor-sharp claws)  \n\\\u003eThese lads must have been footballers, because DAMN they thicc  \n\\\u003eIn a quick blur of motion you move to the right — just enough so that the werewolf grabs onto empty space…  \n\\\u003e…And it trips, having lost its footing  \n\\\u003eThat’s one down — for now  \n\\\u003eJust two more to go  \n\\\u003eNo problem right?   \n  \n\\\u003eProblem  \n\\\u003eA maniacal shriek forces you and the wolves to a halt  \n\\\u003eWhat is this, a cartoon?  \n\\\u003e”Oh my GOD. You glow-in-the-dark, CIA niggers! Thought you could sick your Russian bio-wolves on me, didn’t you? Thought you’d get away with my power crystals?!”  \n\\\u003eThat voice sounds like it’s coming from all directions  \n\\\u003eBut especially…  \n\\\u003eAbove you?  \n\\\u003e”Well you’re in the jungle now, human. I can smell the ZOG on you.”  \n\\\u003eOh fucking god damnit  \n\\\u003eIt’s this crazy bitch again  \n\\\u003eStella explodes from the ceiling, her face sufficiently painted in strange, spiraling patterns, dropping like a sack of wet concrete, her arms spread wide, claws glistening in the pale light  \n\\\u003eStreams of froth seethe out of her shivering mouth as she descends upon her target like the world’s shittiest spider  \n\\\u003eShe lands ungracefully behind the wolves, only to continue cackling like a madlass  \n\\\u003eYou see she’s stripped herself down to only her underwear  \n\\\u003eFat and fur spills out over the waistband of her camouflaged panties  \n\\\u003eThe only proper piece of clothing on her is her useless earrings  \n\\\u003e”Come here, you little fucks!” She swipes dangerously close to the wolves, who whimper and back up towards you as if Stella posed a threat to hair and tail  \n\\\u003e”You ain’t seen strength like mine. BEHOLD, THE POWER OF ROSE QUARTZ!”  \n\\\u003eShe shakes her head violently, the heavy stones dangling from her ears becoming tiny wrecking balls  \n\\\u003eJesus Christ she’s even crazier than the werewolves are  \n\\\u003eIt occurs to you (with all the speed of a Xan’d out tortoise) that this is your chance to run  \n\\\u003eAnd take it you do  \n\\\u003eIn silence, that is, thankful for the janitor’s unhinged madness, because when you look behind at the scene of unfolding carnage, you catch a fleeting glimpse of her football-tackling one of the enormous werewolves onto her clean, clean floors, and then ripping into him with her claws  \n\\\u003eOh god, that sound is horrendous  \n\\\u003eIt’s the sound of meat rending and carnage and fur ripping from its follicle and the panicked yelps of a dog whose intestines are in mortal peril of being evicted from its body  \n\\\u003eYou swallow hard and keep running, acutely aware that only two werewolves are on your trail versus three  \n\\\u003eAnd then there’s Stella, after she… finishes with the poor football player-turned-werewolf  \n\\\u003eGotta play this smart  \n\\\u003eYou’re nearly outside now  \n\\\u003eYou can see the lunchroom and the carnage that the wolves undoubtedly left behind  \n\\\u003eAnd just nearby, sweet, sweet salvation, shining with the glowing light of the day, like a quest item in a video game:  \n\\\u003eThe door to the parking lot, etched into the glass walls of the lunchroom  \n\\\u003eYou can almost TASTE the cold air rich on your tongue  \n\\\u003eNaturally, because life loves raw-dogging you in the ass, you don’t power through the door with infinite grace, but rather crash through the door as a werewolf barrels into you, its hulking arms crossing around your midsection in a kind of death-hug  \n\\\u003eYou’re fucked now  \n  \n\\\u003eYou are farmer Alex  \n\\\u003eYou are un-alienated from your work by capitalism as you happily rip white lilies from the school’s communal garden  \n\\\u003eYou glance over to the massive, white pile of flowers sitting nearby and decide ‘Yeah, that’s enough.’  \n\\\u003eIn fact, you’ve torn nearly every white flower out of the garden  \n\\\u003eGathering up a handful, you start the trek across the open parking lot to Anon’s car with a bit of a merry skip, where Mike is impatiently waiting, despite having been told to wait by the lunchroom doors  \n\\\u003eHis car is the most recognizable one because it’s a dented piece of shit with a collapsed front hood  \n\\\u003eAnd one of the only ones in the parking lot  \n\\\u003eGod this is taking awhile, and it’s pretty fucking cold out here  \n\\\u003eYou aim your head towards the lunchroom doors  \n\\\u003eWonder when they’re going to get back? Surely it can’t take that long?  \n\\\u003eLike a dam bursting, Sam explodes through the doors at break-neck speeds  \n\\\u003eYou wave to the rabbit, but the look of sheer terror on his face says your efforts are a waste  \n\\\u003eHis heavy feet pound into the black grit of the empty parking lot as he shoots on over to Anon’s shitty car at the far end of the lot  \n\\\u003eHm  \n\\\u003eMoments later, Anon tumbles through the lunchroom doors, a rather steroid-driven looking wolf clinging to his midsection  \n\\\u003eThat doesn’t look like any wolf you’ve seen  \n\\\u003eLooks like a wolf crossed with a muscle-bound body builder  \n\\\u003eAnd all the tattered clothes make you think something FUCKY is going on here  \n\\\u003eHmmm  \n\\\u003eAnon is screaming and trying to pry the wolf off of him as the hulking beast starts pulling him back into the school  \n\\\u003eHmmmmmm  \n\\\u003eA SECOND wolf tumbles out the door, tripping over\u0026nbsp; Anon, landing a good five feet away  \n\\\u003eHMMMMMMMMMMMM  \n\\\u003eIn a daze, it lumbers to its feet and glances around the parking lot for prey  \n\\\u003eIts sapphire-blue eyes, burning with feral need, settle on you like two heavy and malevolent orbs  \n\\\u003eHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  \n  \n\\\u003eYou are Anon  \n\\\u003eAnd you are NOT going back into that school  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf’s feral claws rip into your suit jacket as its tightening grip squeezes the air out of you  \n\\\u003eThis furry FUCCBOI will not consume your delicious flesh  \n\\\u003eNot today  \n\\\u003eYou’ve got a goat to fuck over, some cringe goths to fuck over, and a bunny to fu-  \n\\\u003eWait  \n\\\u003eNO, NOT THE TIME FOR GAY  \n\\\u003eYou kick and thrash your legs, forcing all those gay thoughts into the bend of your knee as your leg explodes directly into the jean-padded crotch of the werewolf  \n\\\u003eYou strike gold  \n\\\u003eOr more appropriately, jewels  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf yelps in pain as your dapper shoe SMASHES into his tender nut sack, forever cucking him out of pups  \n\\\u003eLike a snare, his grip instantly fails, and you’re free again — and on your feet in a few painful seconds  \n\\\u003eYou check to see if the snapjaw bled you  \n\\\u003eThat’d be another kick in the dick for him  \n\\\u003eThough he striped your beautiful suit jacket with holes, the werewolf never punctured your crisp, white dress shirt  \n\\\u003eThe beast hunches over in pain, whimpering and gagging on what must be post nut-annihilation-nausea  \n\\\u003eYou scowl and tighten your fists with all the blood, annoyance and anger you’ve got inside of you  \n\\\u003eWhich, compared to Mike, is not a lot  \n\\\u003eBut it’s enough for you to do what you’re about to do  \n“Herrrreeeee doggy,” you say with snarl and smirk. “Be a good boy and bring your pretty face to my fist…”  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf raises its head, and for a split second you lock eyes  \n\\\u003eThis might be someone you know, who you never had problems with  \n\\\u003eCould even be that they had no choice but to undergo lycanthropy  \n\\\u003eIs this really the right thing to do?  \n\\\u003eFuck it  \n\\\u003eYou belt the werewolf in the fucking face so hard that the regret hurts more than your swing  \n\\\u003eBone crunches beneath your hands and pain explodes like a live wire running up your twiggish arm  \n\\\u003eJESUS your hand hurts  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf stumbles to the side in a slow, almost drunken stagger  \n\\\u003eHe doesn’t fall, but slackens, just barely standing upright, a thick thread of drool sloping down from his open mouth onto the cold asphalt  \n\\\u003eYou shake your open fist like it was on fire  \n\\\u003eGod that was painful  \n\\\u003eYou think you struck bone  \n\\\u003eBut Anonymous?  \n\\\u003eThat was so god damned cool  \n\\\u003eyou wish someone had seen-  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf stands tall, straightening its back like it was bending a steel rod  \n\\\u003eA savage growl booms from its chest  \n\\\u003eIts jaw drops open like a leaden weight, revealing a row of bloody teeth  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf starts forward, very slowly, trembling with hate  \n\\\u003eAnonymous, do you think its mad at you?  \n\\\u003e…Perhaps…  \n“Mikkkkeeeee? Sammmm? Alllexxxx?” You call out, taking slow steps back  \n\\\u003eNow is a perfect time for someone to come and rescue you  \n\\\u003eBut Alex sprinted inside, drawing the other werewolf with him  \n\\\u003eMaybe a little bit of cowardice is a good thing?  \n\\\u003eYou want to run, but you don’t have to anymore  \n\\\u003eIn one massive swing of its burly arms, the werewolf catches you in the chest, sending you sailing through the air like a badly dressed superhero  \n\\\u003eUnsurprisingly, you don’t stick the landing, because you land flat on your back, even rolling several times because God hates you for masturbating too much  \n\\\u003eThe asphalt doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would  \n\\\u003eWhat stings more is the shame  \n\\\u003eYou manage to sit up, but perhaps that was a mistake  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf is closing the distance between you and him, something close to a smirk playing out on his face  \n\\\u003eWelp, this is it  \n\\\u003eYou’re going to get mauled to death out here  \n“Listen, listen. I don’t know what they did to you, but you don’t have to do this to me. You can still walk away from this.”  \n\\\u003eThe werewolf issues a hateful growl  \n“I know you’re in there, whoever you are. I’m sorry I socked you in the face.”  \n\\\u003eSilence  \n\\\u003eWell, diplomacy was worth a shot  \n\\\u003eYour hands dumbly search the asphalt for something to use as a last-resort weapon  \n\\\u003eA rock  \n\\\u003eSome glass shard  \n\\\u003eFUCKING ANYTHING COME ON  \n\\\u003eYou come up with a good, fist-sized chunk of asphalt that looks like a burnt potato  \n\\\u003eThis will have to do  \n\\\u003eMan, fuck what you thought before  \n\\\u003eYou are NOT going to die out here  \n\\\u003eA very shameful part of you is thankful for the courage buff that Vanessa gave you, because it enables you to do otherwise dumb things like attempt to fight a seven foot tall werewolf with a rock  \n“Come closer you knife-eared mutt, I’m going to make you choke on my coc- I mean, rock.”  \n\\\u003eAnd those might as well be your last words, as the wolf bears down on you, its jaw flying open to rend your flesh  \n\\\u003eBut they aren’t your last words","series":{"name":"The Leaves of Fall","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1508925-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-13.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1512715-the-leaves-of-fall-act-2-fear-the-nobodies-part-15.json"}}