If nothing else, there will be an extremely bloody scene in Rand's apartment.
Munster's tongue would stick straight into Rogers' eye sockets to his head, and the sunflower-like tentacles on the tip of his tongue could easily turn Rogers' brain into a soft goo that would end up like spoiled milk. From Rogers' nostrils and ears gushed with sauce-colored blood.
That would be a great tragedy, and from the current situation, it would also be a "destined" tragedy.
However, one person's voice prevented this from happening.
"stop-"
Rand screamed at the terrifying monster.
He didn't think it would work at all but he shouted it out, like all the movies (he swore he really wouldn't laugh at the monster movie characters again, he used to laugh at their futile shouting — until he found out for himself that it was just out of control).
Including Rogers, his slightly constricted pupils almost touched the sunflower-shaped disgusting tentacles.
However, Munster stopped at Rand's call.
That's right, it stopped just like that, its tongue was still in front of Rogers' eyes, and its body was motionless, as if it had been hit by petrification. It took two or three seconds before Rand saw Munster slowly withdraw his tongue. It zigzagged around the ceiling, and fell straight down at Rand's feet.
"Stay... hand..."
It repeats the sentence.
It's actually one of the few human words that Munster understands - you know, when it's surreptitiously stealing raw human blood from the fridge, or trying to build a dry den in Rand's bed , it always hears Rand, full of anger, yelling the word at it.
And more often, with this word, it will be a slipper bottom, or a rolled up magazine.
It had tried chewing some slippers, but the consequences were horrific.
All in all, although Munster was instinctively furious about being attacked, he subconsciously stopped when he heard the word Rand uttered.
Of course, its sight never left Rogers.
If it were possible - say Rand's eyes away from Rogers for ten seconds, Munster believed he would get a big, tasty prey. It really doesn't understand why Rand is angry about this, it wants to share the prey he caught with Rand from the bottom of his heart.
As always, Munster's thoughts were completely incomprehensible to Rand.
At this moment, he looked down at the alien-like monster that could be described as a killing machine just a few seconds ago, and the other party was staring at Rand with a wet and scary look.
The four rolling eyes on its face made it look disgusting.
Rand's body was as stiff as a puppet that hasn't been oiled in ten years, and his heart pounded furiously against his ribs like a frightened squirrel.
Extreme fear and nervousness... Rand couldn't find words to describe his current mood, but, on the other hand, this intense emotion did not prevent him from recognizing Munster's mood, the latter was him after all (God had him for that long?!) and Rand is used to discerning Munster's every move.
On the current scene...
Rand swore that Munster was salivating at Rogers, just as he had stared at Rand's fresh meat on the counter many times before.
But thankfully, it looks like... a little bit understandable
Rand felt that his idea was ridiculous in front of a strange monster, but he opened his mouth with a trembling.
He spoke to Munster who was trying to wrap his tail around his ankle.
"Go back... go back to your fish tank."
He felt his cold sweat get worse.
A few times in the past, like when he caught Munster messing around, he'd say this to him, that special slime on Munster's body was a nightmare for those somewhat overpriced shirts on Rand, So, Rand always hoped that Munster would consciously return to where it should be (rather than desperately trying to get him to hug). And at that point, Munster would reluctantly crawl back because of the slippers in his hand.
And now, in the face of strange creatures that are countless times different in size, Rand himself doesn't understand why he wants to try it.
Munster looked up at him deeply, it opened its mouth, and the row of sharp teeth looked very terrifying.
Rand thought he heard something... Then he slowly realized it was a "chirp".
"chirp...chirp..."
That is the monster humming and coquettish at Rand as before. Of course, its current sound is actually very inappropriate for making such a sound.
It sounds kind of funny.
But probably no one would laugh at this moment.
Rand felt like he'd spent the rest of his life on his courage tonight, and when he realized that this Munster was trying to get the last bit of perk (like a scumbag trying to stick to his side), he forced himself to hold back. Trembling, he bent down and picked up two slippers.
He patted the bottom of his slippers, made a crisp "smack slap" sound, and then shouted to Munster in a dry voice.
"Go back, go back, no, or you'll get hit with slippers."
He hoped that his voice would not be too different from what it sounded before. Of course, when he really opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was like sandpaper, and the sound it made was almost like Donald Duck in the cartoon. The sound is the same, almost broken because it is too tight.
Munster stared blankly at Rand for a long time, and there was no trace of soft-heartedness on the latter's face... The two tentacles on its head slowly drooped down.
After a while, it shuffled slowly toward the living room.
Rand held his breath and followed him, seeing him climb up the table more easily than ever before, ready to burrow into his aquarium.
Of course, its current size is a bit too big for an aquarium, and the main part of its body is squeezed inside, and the artificial seawater rushes out, making Rand's floor wet, and most of its tail Still outside the aquarium, but the entire aquarium has been filled with its bluish body.
Rand thinks it now looks like something like a glass of canned cod in oil.
Munster himself seemed to be dissatisfied with its current living environment. It even shook its tail in a daze, and was very confused as to why it could not be stuffed into the aquarium. Creepy snorts, looking at Rand aggrieved.
"Just, just stay there—" Rand screamed when he saw it trying to climb out of the overcrowded aquarium, and Munster froze as before, and continued Screaming aggrieved, but did not try to climb out again, Rand could not help but relax his breath, and he waved his hand to Munster forcefully.
"If you stay there, there will be delicious food for you, so just stay there and don't move."
After he finished speaking, he maintained the state of facing Munster, and slowly retreated to his bedroom one step at a time.
Then he slammed the bedroom door shut, and Rogers dragged Rand's entire bed frame over behind the door, along with the bedside table and everything that could be moved in the room.
It wasn't until all the things that could be used to block the door were blocked, Rand and Rogers slowly retreated to the farthest corner from the door, and heaved a sigh of relief.
Rand found that his lungs were sore from holding his breath for so long.
"Do you think it would be useful?"
Rogers' hands were tightly wrapped around Rand's shoulders, and he was trembling like a severely frightened quail.
Rand shook his head, and he also held Rogers tightly.
Admittedly, even though the latter looked like he was about to burst into tears, Rand felt he was the only lifesaver in this absolute nightmare.
With his back against the wall, he struggled to hold his breath, and then listened carefully to the sound coming from the living room—some intermittent sound of water.
It looks like Munster has been struggling to get used to that aquarium...
His heart was racing, and his eyes went black.
"Oh my god, what the hell is going on here?"
Rogers sobbed and murmured, tears clearly marking the foundation on his face.
Rand glanced back at him, then noticed that his headache seemed to be getting worse.
It is difficult for him to understand why Rogers, who came to the apartment with a gun before, is now showing such a slender side...
"I have no idea."
he murmured.
"I was just sleeping, but all of a sudden it's like this—I mean, that monster—that fish I had, Munster..."
After saying this, he regretted it.
Rogers probably thought I should take a look at schizophrenia - thought Rand.
But Rogers didn't do that. He swallowed and looked at Rand with wide eyes.
Rand suddenly found that his eyes looked a little different from ordinary people. The light-colored pupils looked like beasts in the moonlight, and they looked full of excitement and bloodthirsty.
Of course, this feeling is only fleeting.
Rogers' terrified expression and vulnerable voice made Rand immediately forget the strange feeling.
"We should call... oh my god... what's the phone number for the Dangerous Animals Control Station..."
Rogers pulled out his phone, but Rand instinctively grabbed it the moment he saw him press the button.
"No, wait a minute."
he said to Rogers.
…
Then he froze in place, because even he didn't understand why he did it.
His heavily made-up neighbor looked at him in disbelief, then lowered his voice and exclaimed, "Wait a minute... Hey man, that look on your face doesn't feel good... You don't have See how your 'pet' was doing? I was holding a gun and in less than ten seconds it almost took me to my mother! It's too dangerous!"
"I, I know..." Rand said, pale, then paused briefly and looked up to meet Rogers' eyes, "...wait...why did you show up at my house with a gun before?"