Sunday, May 24, 2026

Fan-Fiction Contest: Furious Squirrel Part 4

Furious Squirrel ran after the direction the net zapped away. He tapped the wrist comm and called out, "Hey, BADGE, we gotta situation!"



"What is it now, Furious?" Nova demanded.

"EB was just captured and I think it's Dr. Eggzecutioner."

"You are kidding me. EB makes up that guy every year like he's a real supervillain. We've never had..."

"I don't care if he is real or not, someone just nabbed EB with a magic proof net and I am in pursuit. Send help to Dynasty Park!" Furious cut the comm channel and rounded a tree trunk

He watched the small bundle with EB inside zip across the ground and go right through what appeared to be a boulder, though it left no hole or mark.

"So, he's got a hologenerator." Furious stopped, panting while he sized up the area. He tapped the side of his goggles and they scanned the rock. It didn't look like anything but a rock, it read as solid and cold.

Approaching this boulder, he put his hand out hoping it would go through, but it didn't. It was solid still. "This can't be real. Let's see," He stood back and checked his gun. "This should do it." He trained his gun on the side of the rock and a wide beam came out of it. "I may be from the 19th century, but I am a scientist and engineer, I learn and adapt." The stone didn't change for a moment, then it buzzed and faded, revealing a hole that dove down into the ground. His goggles immediately registered heat and moving objects below the surface. "The master minds lair. I should wait for back up, this doesn't look good."

"HEEEELP!" EB cried out again from within the cave.

Another voice said, "Shut it you moron, my cave is protected by highly technical stuff you don't understand. No one can hear you scream."

Furious smiled, "Oh, yeah." Disregarding his concerns, he raced down the hole.

Furious Squirrel dashed down the corridor, rounded a corner, and slid into a room with his weapon ready, but not his eyes for what he was going to come across. EB was in a cage in the middle of a wall of small compartments, each holding an egg that was being drained of power. A man in a lab coat with an egg shaped helmet on his head, and a belt made up of colored Easter eggs, stood behind an army of egg faced minions and marshmallow zombies. Dozens of eyes all turned on him the moment he stopped.

"What the Casbury Cream egg is this?" Furious said.

EB cried out, "Stop him!"

"Shut up!" Dr. Eggzecutioner smiled at Furious. "Ah, the annoying hero who has been trying to find me. Well, congratulations, you found me. You can be witness to the end of the Easter Bunny's rule, and the beginning of mine. This holiday will be mine!"

"The holiday is long since over for the year and it belongs to the church, not even EB." Furious said with as much forced confidence as he could muster.

Dr. Eggzecutioner jumped up and down like a spoiled brat. "It's mine, it's mine, it's mine! Take him down!"

The hoard of Easter themed enemies rushed at Furious. Furious fired his weapon, blasting a killing ray through dozens of marshmallow zombies and fracturing egg faces all over the place. It didn't deter the others as they rushed him. He kicked, hit, and elbowed several as he fired again and again. Slapping his controls on his chest, his steampunk jetpack blasted off and he was lifted up into the air, away from the seething hoard. He fired and fired, melting more marshmallows.

"Keep fighting, my soldiers are limitless." Dr. Eggzecutioner proudly proclaimed.

Furious Squirrel saw the mounds of marshmallow gooing together and returning to form. The bodies of the broken egg soldiers grabbed shards and shoved them into their helmets, reforming their faces. They were easy to stop, but seemingly impossible to destroy.

While still firing his weapon, the enemies gathered under him and began to pile on one another. Soon, they were able to reach him and he had marshmallow creatures clawing him down to the ground. His jetpack couldn't support the sheer weight against him. Finally, he was on the ground, nearly smothered by the enemies.

(To be continued...)
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