Chapter: The meeting

Atem-chan answers again. Finally something new and this time something completely different. I wrote this story with a good friend who really wanted to publish it. I hope you like it and you won't be bored to death. Should I be able to get a whole commie before tomorrow morning I'm looking forward to a biscuit, did you hear? All right, I talk too much - let's go!

On a foggy Saturday evening, I hurried through the narrow and gloomy streets of the suburb, my thick winter coat tightly wrapped around my body. I shivered and I quickened my pace as the shadows from the walls seemed to be getting frighteningly closer. Faint rustling and moaning came from the sides and I began to stumble because I no longer paid attention to where I was stepping, because I only wanted to get away from this unpleasant and frightening area. A cat mowed softly and made me flinch, somewhere a window squeaked that was hurriedly closed, other unidentified sounds reached my ears and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.My skin was damp and cold, despite the unpleasant sweat on my forehead and in the pale light of the half-broken street lamps, I must have looked like a ghost. I shivered a lot, especially since my freshly washed hair was still wet and I was afraid of catching a cold.

This was the night that would change my life forever.

Lost in thought and weakened, I dragged my feet over the asphalt of the suburb of Hintertupfing. I was tired and starved because I hadn't eaten in days. A faint whisper of wind blew up the fries boxes lying around and I got the idea of ​​having smelled something. Not something, but what I've been thirsting for for so long. My dry tongue licked my unusually long, octagonal canine teeth and my eyes widened in amazement when I saw a hooded figure. I would take her most precious asset, whether she wanted to or not.[i]Suddenly a figure pushed itself out of the shadows directly into my path. She wore a black cloak that fell over her combat boots with a wide collar that almost completely covered her face in darkness.

The movement was so jerky and surprising that I couldn't stop myself and bumped roughly against the person. I stumbled back and hit the floor in agony. I shook my damp, sticky locks from my forehead and rubbed my elbow. It hurt badly and the fabric of my coat turned slightly black and red as the blood stuck my sleeve together.

Frightened, I raised my head and tried to make out the person, but it was hopeless. Her dark, thick mane of hair and the raised collar did not allow glances to penetrate her face, even if one could suspect that it was a woman. A little scared, I tried to get up and disappear as quickly as possible. Strange stories were told about dark-clad women who hang around here and innocent people who get lost here at night.It was even rumored that they weren't real people at all.

I stretched my nose because the smell was stronger than ever. No, I wasn't making it up. Greed glowed in my eyes, I hurriedly approached the insecure-looking female figure. She didn't have the slightest chance, I knew that. Grinning viciously, my already greasy eyes wide open, I scurried right in front of the young woman like a ray of light in the dark. The age of her appearance could roughly correspond to mine, although I have walked countless human lives on earth. Effortlessly I stiffened my figure, against which the innocent-looking creature crashed mercilessly. She fell and hit the cold floor hard. But what happened next made me mad, every fiber of my body seemed to burn as I pounced on the victim, maddened with desire. Only one thought crossed my mind: She certainly knew that this was a wicked area.Why had she just washed her hair fresh and now shaken it too? But this naive ignorance was just what I needed. I bent my head down to her, digging my face deep into her hair, and felt the power slowly pour back into me. Only one thing on earth could do this: Garnier's Fructis hair shampoo.

My heart was beating so hard with fear that it almost hurt when the figure suddenly straightened and then fell on my hair with a swift gesture. She buried her face and claws in my hair and gasped and gasped. I screamed as loud as I could, even though I knew all hope was gone for me. Nobody would be able to help me now, nobody could stop the monster, my life would now come to an abrupt end, despite my tender age. I had always refused to believe it, but now I knew that the legends and myths were true because I was face to face with her in person.She was one of the most terrifying creatures the night had ever brought forth, she wasa Fructier![/bi]

[b]After satisfying the worst hunger, I set out to rummage in the gloomy depths of my coat. Amused, I looked at the whimpering heap of misery, which had put on a wire-haired dachshund look and which lay slumped on the floor. My hand with the long, also octagonal, black nails closed around a small tube. I pulled it out of my pocket and shouted in a deep grave voice: "Damn, the equalizer is set way too low. Um, yes, now ... I am the darkness that surrounds every hair, I am the horror that behind the shower curtain lurks, I am the shadow that defattes the night, I am the face of the frothy abysses! "With these words I slit open the sample of" Garnier Fructis Hair Conditioner "with my claws, squeezed it out and carried the contents into the face of my victim . Now I just had to wait and count ladybugs.[i]But I was denied the grace of simply being killed. No, this beast had bigger plans for me from the start. If I had suspected this, I would certainly have thrown myself in front of the school bus on the way home, but now there was no escape for me, I was at the mercy of my fate. Mimu, as she had so kindly imagined, pulled a sample pack of the dreaded hair conditioner out of her cloak, tore it open with the fury of a maddened predator, and poured it right on my face. My senses faded, the blood rushed in my ears, which would now slowly turn into viscous, shiny shampoo and I clearly felt my senses sharpening. I heard every rush of shower heads within a kilometer, smelled every opened shampoo bottle, saw the discarded sample packs in the garbage on the next corner and I felt them: This familiar aura, which was so new to me, I felt the indescribable power of my mistress Mimu and something new and terrible awoke in me, which from now on should make up my whole life:Greed.Blazing, all-consuming greed for the juice of life that was to be found in every bathroom: the Fructis Shampoo.

[b]Satisfied, I watched the innocent victim transform into a cunning, fascinating, dangerously beautiful, and in some cases hay fever-plagued (like my pitiful third cousin on my mother's side named Willibald the Second of Scotland) Fructier. Her nails turned black and octagonal, as did her canine teeth. This part of the transformation was especially important since a Fructier with no octagonal teeth was lost. They were used to penetrate unpunched openings on shampoo bottles; the octagonal shape fit exactly into it. From the wide open eyes and sniffing nose I could see that fructose perception drove into her. The stretched fabric on her back betrayed the emergence of terry towel wings. Panting, she pushed herself up."Now you are a Fructier, just like me. Appreciate this gift, because your senses are sharpened and will help in tracking down the garnishing shampoo that is so important to us. Use your power wisely and carefully! Fructiers are masters of disguise, because they are no welcome guests. I created you to have a companion for the long, shampoo-free nights on this planet. I also sensed your strong will and realized that you would be a perfect complement to me. lying on the ground, and you are a fluffy something, your gloomy name should be "Erdkrümel" from now on. And now, stand up and show the world what it means to be a Fructier, my mate! "She looked at me in amazement. "Linda de Mol?" "No, my equalizer is crazy. But it is an important means of fighting our opponents. After a Fructier, Linda de Mol is after all the most terrible figure walking under the moon."My new mistress and creator looked down proudly at me, her slimy eyes sparkled while I took a majestic step towards her, immediately got stuck with my terrycloth wing on a broken shutter, fell over to the floor and sent me a successful initiation broke off an octagonal nail. When I had struggled to get up again, I had to realize that my noble mistress was rolling on the floor with laughter and that her precious eyes were filling with tears.

Then, all of a sudden, she was serious again. Composed, she rose in an elegant gesture, which underlined her mystical glitzy beauty again. I began to fearfully wonder if my eyes were now as big as underplates. Then she spoke in a clear, enchanting voice: "I have never seen someone who manages to get caught with his fluffy soft terrycloth wings at the very first step, to make such an elaborately ridiculous finish." Despite your obvious stupidity, I want you in now your new calling ... or don't you happen to know a girl from the neighborhood who has such good relationships to be able to afford the rare Fructis? "How could she do this to me? How could I survive without my mistress when I was too stupid to walk? Whimpering and pleading, I threw myself in front of her mud-splattered branded leather boots and pleaded pitifully not to be abandoned by her and to be replaced by a smarter girl. What could I do for my stupidity?

[b]What could she do for her stupidity? it shot through my head. "Well, since your budding full spastomania can be traced back to your stay at the school camp in Chernobyl, I will generously overlook it again. Get up from your shoe-shine position and hear what I have to tell you: I only created you for one reason. You should Accompany me on a dangerous endeavor. Schwachkopf, a company known for selling low-nutrient, stretched