# Attack of The Nameless One

Author: LuMan
Tags: Cute, Fox, Thursday Writing Prompt, Video Games

I meant to post this yesterday, and well, life intervened.
Frank "The Tank" Franklin could save the entire world. If he can get it done in time, that is.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It had all come down to this.&nbsp; Frank "The Tank" Franklin (Frankie Frank to his friends) had stalked the beast for days.&nbsp; He waded through hours of pure hell to get there.&nbsp; Fought creatures that had been rigged to explode with magic and fire to get close to the mountain.&nbsp; Faced monsters and super villains that held villages and entire cities beneath their sway to find the path.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It had been hard fought, but there, the war could be won.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The ears and head came first through the mist.&nbsp; The eyes glowed through the fog with an eerie sort of reddish glow.&nbsp; A painted mask covered his face.&nbsp; It was said that if you saw the mask, you died.&nbsp; Frankie lined up his shot.&nbsp; A perfect first shot could just about end this fight before it began.&nbsp; _I will be the first to live,_ he thought as the bald head swayed within his sights.&nbsp; But it was still out of range.&nbsp; The shot here will do nothing.&nbsp; _Damn my luck,_ he thought as he crept from his snipers nest.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 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.

_Francis_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Distant voices called to him.&nbsp; They didn't matter, just a trick of the beast.&nbsp; He held up his weapon.&nbsp; Above the fog he could still see it.&nbsp; The creature almost bounced buoyantly as it raised its own gun.&nbsp; However, its gun wasn't a blessed rifle from the Angel Mardigon, the caretaker of the city the Nameless One tried to ravage.&nbsp; He rested his finger on the trigger.&nbsp; It was closer now.&nbsp; Four hundred yards and already looked massive!&nbsp; It had to be twenty feet tall!&nbsp; Just what did the Nameless One eat?&nbsp; What cities had it destroyed?!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Frank "The Tank" could take it.&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; _Francis_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Frank could always take it.&nbsp; The shot was getting better.&nbsp; Just three hundred fifty yards now.&nbsp; Three hundred.&nbsp; The creature crept closer.&nbsp; The magic number Frank was waiting for was Two hundred seventy-five.&nbsp; 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...

_Francis Marylin Vulpin!_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The young vixen popped her head up, pulling the VR helmet off.&nbsp; Her ears folded down in annoyance and anger.&nbsp; "Mom," She shouted back, lifting up off the ground.&nbsp; She tapped the hidden button in the pinky finger in her glove to pause the game with practiced ease.&nbsp; "You could have cost me the whole game," Francis snarled, her tail twitching.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The older vixen crossed her arms over her pink blouse.&nbsp; "I don't care. You were told to clean up your room and do your laundry over an hour ago!&nbsp; And what do I find?&nbsp; You crawling around in it!&nbsp; Get your fuzzy butt up those stairs with that laundry basket now, Miss.&nbsp; Get it in the wash, and you better separate those clothes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Francis stomped twice, her tail twitching like mad.&nbsp; "But I have to kill the Nameless One!&nbsp; The fate of the entire world rests on it!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The fate of your weekend rests on your clean room, Miss; so, unless you want to never see the Faceless One,"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nameless One!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Whatever One," the mother snapped, her own tail twitching in annoyance now.&nbsp; "Unless you want me to take your helmet, again, you will clean this room now!"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Francis grumbled and growled as her mother left.&nbsp; Ears were splayed out on either side as she looked down at the VR helmet.&nbsp; "Later Nameless One," she snarled hanging the helmet up on its display and charging cradle near her wreck of a desk.&nbsp; It tottered once but stayed upright.&nbsp; She had to get this room cleaned first before she could save the world.&nbsp; _Parents just have no priorities,_ she thought as she began to pick up the dirty clothing she was just crawling over.

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