Continuing from post before last
"Congratulations Mr. Reyes, you just earned detention for the next 2 weeks, disrespecting a teacher and distrupting a class, thats a new record." Mr. Henry smirked and leaned against the chalkboard, "now, Sit." Eric Trudged back to his seat, Christian sticking out his hand for a five, Which Eric promptly gave. As he returned to his seat, his friend Max, a spikey haired Cheetah turned to him and laughed, "smooth, man, Smooth." "You know me, I love the spotlight" "pshhh, you love getting your ass handed to you, hahaha" "Just turn around man." Max Saluted sarcastically and faced the board, Eric thinking to himself, "maybe band practice will be better than today."
Later that Day Eric plopped himself down on a bean bag chair in the makeshift practice room in Max's backyard Garage. Eric sipped at the luke warm pepsi in his paw and looked around, the walls lined with junk and posters, instruments lined up against the now jammed garage door leading out into the street. His friend Justin Cervantes walked in carrying a base amp. Justin stood six feet tall, with matted down hair and bright greenish blue eyes, he was slightly heavy set and always wore a sweater with a baggy hood. Justin was one of the Humans Eric knew, mainly from Grade school, and they were good friends. "Sup Morman?" (before you get all hissy on me, Justin Cervantes is a real person, he is really my friend, and Yes, I and pretty much everyone who knows him calls him Morman) "Nuffin, just setting up the amp, where's the others?" "Max is grabbing his guitar from his room, Tyler is probably on his way here and Justin P is right behind you." Justin turned and saw a large platypus step in carrying a doritoes V guitar (Im making up things at this point) Justin Price stood at just an inch shorter than Justin C, his dark brown fur being matted down at most places from his lazy demeaner. "hey" Justin P looked Justin C over, "Hey" (this is going to get confusing, both Justins are real people, and both are in a band with me.) Max entered in shortly after them, lugging his amp in close behind him. "Alright, everyone here?" Eric pointed to the empty drum set with gathering dust, "damnit, That fat arse is never here on time." A slight knocking noise came from the other side of the Garage door, "Guys, open up its me Tyler!" "Max walked over and kicked the door, "Go around Dumb*&$#, the door's jammed!" "Well....Unjam it!!" Max laughed and looked back for an answer, Eric standing and running headlong at the door, slamming into it with his shoulder, "The hell was that?" Eric shouted at the door, 'its me, Eric....How are you?" It got quiet for a moment then a soft laughing noise came from the other side. Max Shrugged and continued hitting the door, Eric Joining in. As they continued hitting the wall, they noticed someone else enter the fray, Tyler. As they stopped Tyler looked at both of them. Tyler stood at about their height, being 2 inches taller than Eric and about one taller than Max. his blond bleached hair glinting in the dim flourescent lights of the garage. "Bout time you showed up."
Everyone quickly got into place and prepared for the first set.
Max began with a slow strum pattern as Eric breathed in quietly, the jumped in at the same time as the rest of the band, "Run run run, dont let them, run run run, take us with them, run run run, dont make me, TAKE EM ALL!!!" a slight breakdown rose and fell in uinison with Eric's jumping, "I Love that feeling of eyes boring through my motives, examination equals intrest so you must be *&$#%@! obcessed!" they continued in a loop, running through their playlist and keeping tabs on their differences with every preformance.
At the end of it all, everyone started to pack up, getting ready to head home. Max showed everyone out, telling each one they were fat on the way out. Eric hummed to himself as he walked home, looking up at the half moon in the distant corner of the sky. Suddenly the stench of rotting flesh and a cold icy voice cut through his joy, "Enjoying the brisk January air Master?" Eric stopped and hung his head, his tail dipping down, "Mark, I told you, not when Im leaving a friend's house." Eric turned and faced a floating phantasm about his hight, with a whisp of smoke where his legs should be. Mark was the spirit of a teenager killed in the backalley behind the Hidalgo Hall, His murderer never found.....or his skull. Eric was the one who found it, when he was 9 and digging around pretending he was Indiana Jones. "ah, And I always forget this because....well it just doesnt matter to me." Eric rolled his eyes and looked around, the streets were empty for the moment, "what is it now Mark?" Mark slowly floated along the sidewalk, the nearby ant holes erupting with their inhabitants, all of them marching in a clockwise circle from below mark's slightly transparent form. He Reached into his coat pocket and brought out a slip, it was slightly burned and blackened, "Couldnt have kept it in better condition?" Mark Shrugged, "Im dead, what do I care?" Eric read the partially burned note, "Dear Mr. Reyes, it has come to our attention that a stray spirit has entered the realm of the living, and boy is it a doozy, this spirit is a level 4 shape shifter, and is excellent at hiding, be on your guard, it knows about you, Signed, Eternally yours, St. Peter." Eric sighed and stuffed the note in his pocket, glancing around again, "well not much I can do tonight, lets head home." they began to walk, mark's slit throat gurggling, "Could you stop that....its bad enough you just sit on the couch and read my books......or the alternative when you just.....float there.....couldnt you just find a bandage or something?" "Oh yes Genious, Why Dont I grab a spectral band aid so that it can patch up this bloody detached skull of mine!!!" Eric's ears bent back, "Point taken." they continued walking, unaware that a shadow nearby was watching them closely.
welll...phase one of rebooting this story complete, any questions just post em