Wolf and Little Goat
June of Doom 2025 | 9. Hammer
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“You heard the story, right?” Whumper circled around Whumpee, swinging the hammer playfully. “About the baby goats?”
Whumpee sank deeper into the corner. He didn’t dare to breathe. Didn’t dare to look up.”
“Mother told them not to open the door to strangers. But they didn’t listen. Do you know who was waiting outside?”
Whumpee whimpered, curling in on himself, shoulders hunched like he could somehow disappear into his own body. Every beat of his heart slammed against his ribs, frantic, deafening—a terrified drumroll building toward a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His breath caught in his throat as Whumper strode closer, his heart hammered faster and faster, so much so Whumpee hoped it might stop and spare him of what was about to come
“A wolf.”
Whumper smiled, his mouth full of sharp teeth. He moved closer to Whumpee, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the middle of the shed.
Then came the blow, sudden and brutal. Whumpee didn’t even register the swing before agony exploded in his ankle. A white-hot burst of anguish shot through him, short-circuiting his senses. His vision blacked out, then flashed blindingly white as he screamed.
Pain.
This much pain will surely kill him.
“I told you not to run.”
Whumper’s words were in haze.
“I told you there would be consequences—but you had to be just like another baby goat, right?”
Whumpee couldn’t breathe. The pain was overwhelming. Monstrous.
“But we can play this game. Look,” Whumper grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head to the side. “Do you see that box? There’s wolf waiting inside.”
“Please,” Whumpee choked. “No.”
Whumper smiled again, his beastly teeth catching what little light there was . “You should run, little goat.”
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I only took a little part of the prompt, but the story wanted it that way. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3
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