{"sf1_id":1983117,"sf2_id":"YnLG7y3m","title":"Attack of The Nameless One","author":"LuMan","words":707,"posted_at":"2023-05-06T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["Cute","Fox","Thursday Writing Prompt","Video Games"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1983117-attack-of-the-nameless-one","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLG7y3m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c3/b1/c3b1be2d-323a-40a9-8e07-0012e1a4a701","description":"I meant to post this yesterday, and well, life intervened.\nFrank \"The Tank\" Franklin could save the entire world. If he can get it done in time, that is.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; It had all come down to this.\u0026nbsp; Frank \"The Tank\" Franklin (Frankie Frank to his friends) had stalked the beast for days.\u0026nbsp; He waded through hours of pure hell to get there.\u0026nbsp; Fought creatures that had been rigged to explode with magic and fire to get close to the mountain.\u0026nbsp; Faced monsters and super villains that held villages and entire cities beneath their sway to find the path.\u0026nbsp; Battled with a literal army of dead soldiers from wars past and present, with their flesh in various states of decay to claw his way up to just the right spot.\u0026nbsp; It had been hard fought, but there, the war could be won.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The ears and head came first through the mist.\u0026nbsp; The eyes glowed through the fog with an eerie sort of reddish glow.\u0026nbsp; A painted mask covered his face.\u0026nbsp; It was said that if you saw the mask, you died.\u0026nbsp; Frankie lined up his shot.\u0026nbsp; A perfect first shot could just about end this fight before it began.\u0026nbsp; _I will be the first to live,_ he thought as the bald head swayed within his sights.\u0026nbsp; But it was still out of range.\u0026nbsp; The shot here will do nothing.\u0026nbsp; _Damn my luck,_ he thought as he crept from his snipers nest.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He ducked down and crawled, going as far as he could through the thick fog, staying as low as possible, with his belly scraping the ground.\n\n_Francis_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Distant voices called to him.\u0026nbsp; They didn't matter, just a trick of the beast.\u0026nbsp; He held up his weapon.\u0026nbsp; Above the fog he could still see it.\u0026nbsp; The creature almost bounced buoyantly as it raised its own gun.\u0026nbsp; However, its gun wasn't a blessed rifle from the Angel Mardigon, the caretaker of the city the Nameless One tried to ravage.\u0026nbsp; He rested his finger on the trigger.\u0026nbsp; It was closer now.\u0026nbsp; Four hundred yards and already looked massive!\u0026nbsp; It had to be twenty feet tall!\u0026nbsp; Just what did the Nameless One eat?\u0026nbsp; What cities had it destroyed?!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Frank \"The Tank\" could take it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; _Francis_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Frank could always take it.\u0026nbsp; The shot was getting better.\u0026nbsp; Just three hundred fifty yards now.\u0026nbsp; Three hundred.\u0026nbsp; The creature crept closer.\u0026nbsp; The magic number Frank was waiting for was Two hundred seventy-five.\u0026nbsp; If he could just get the creature within that number, but not within Two hundred fifty, then it was going to be a sinch for Frank to simply...\n\n_Francis Marylin Vulpin!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The young vixen popped her head up, pulling the VR helmet off.\u0026nbsp; Her ears folded down in annoyance and anger.\u0026nbsp; \"Mom,\" She shouted back, lifting up off the ground.\u0026nbsp; She tapped the hidden button in the pinky finger in her glove to pause the game with practiced ease.\u0026nbsp; \"You could have cost me the whole game,\" Francis snarled, her tail twitching.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The older vixen crossed her arms over her pink blouse.\u0026nbsp; \"I don't care. You were told to clean up your room and do your laundry over an hour ago!\u0026nbsp; And what do I find?\u0026nbsp; You crawling around in it!\u0026nbsp; Get your fuzzy butt up those stairs with that laundry basket now, Miss.\u0026nbsp; Get it in the wash, and you better separate those clothes.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Francis stomped twice, her tail twitching like mad.\u0026nbsp; \"But I have to kill the Nameless One!\u0026nbsp; The fate of the entire world rests on it!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"The fate of your weekend rests on your clean room, Miss; so, unless you want to never see the Faceless One,\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Nameless One!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Whatever One,\" the mother snapped, her own tail twitching in annoyance now.\u0026nbsp; \"Unless you want me to take your helmet, again, you will clean this room now!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Francis grumbled and growled as her mother left.\u0026nbsp; Ears were splayed out on either side as she looked down at the VR helmet.\u0026nbsp; \"Later Nameless One,\" she snarled hanging the helmet up on its display and charging cradle near her wreck of a desk.\u0026nbsp; It tottered once but stayed upright.\u0026nbsp; She had to get this room cleaned first before she could save the world.\u0026nbsp; _Parents just have no priorities,_ she thought as she began to pick up the dirty clothing she was just crawling over.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}