Neo is part of a race of forest-dwelling creatures with intelligence rivaling that of humans. Since there is no name for their kind, most cryptozoology nerds have taken to calling them "gatorgoats" due to their appearance. Sightings of them have become more and more frequent as the expansion of human civilization infringes on their homes, and it becoming increasingly more difficult for them to hide their presence. Some gatorgoats attack pets, livestock, and people trying to get them to go away, readying themselves for "the war."
And then, there is Neo. Neo got separated from his pack by a hunter, was driven out into a highway, and narrowly escaped with his life after being chased by the "metal beasts with glowing eyes." Rather than lament the separation, he followed the road to a city out of curiosity, and discovered the glories of easy food. Digging through the trash at restaurants is a lot less work and a lot more filling than actually hunting your prey, so he settled in a dumpster behind a KFC. The Colonel's secret recipe, he has found, is a better friend than his former pack.
How do the employees feel?
The manager likes him and the older employees are okay with them, though people recently hired find it extremely hard to muster up the courage to take out the garbage at night. Not that Neo would do anything, mind you. If anything, Neo's adopted the mentality that they're a part of his pack, and he's grateful that they "take care" of him (although he's pretty sure he's the Omega, as he always eats last). He's just a big, gentle clump of claws and fur, who sits out back with his tail wagging.
And then, there is Neo. Neo got separated from his pack by a hunter, was driven out into a highway, and narrowly escaped with his life after being chased by the "metal beasts with glowing eyes." Rather than lament the separation, he followed the road to a city out of curiosity, and discovered the glories of easy food. Digging through the trash at restaurants is a lot less work and a lot more filling than actually hunting your prey, so he settled in a dumpster behind a KFC. The Colonel's secret recipe, he has found, is a better friend than his former pack.
How do the employees feel?
The manager likes him and the older employees are okay with them, though people recently hired find it extremely hard to muster up the courage to take out the garbage at night. Not that Neo would do anything, mind you. If anything, Neo's adopted the mentality that they're a part of his pack, and he's grateful that they "take care" of him (although he's pretty sure he's the Omega, as he always eats last). He's just a big, gentle clump of claws and fur, who sits out back with his tail wagging.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 640 x 800px
File Size 159.6 kB
Yeah. He can talk, quite well. He just has a very intimidating voice and doesn't quite know the words for a lot of, uh, modern things. Cars are "glowing-eyed beasts of steel" and street lights are "giant fireflies on pikes." His dumpster is "food box," and so on. XD
And he can, pretty much. He's almost figured out the eleven herbs and spices, too. Most of them are SALT SALT SALT SALT SALT.
And he can, pretty much. He's almost figured out the eleven herbs and spices, too. Most of them are SALT SALT SALT SALT SALT.
I meant it like Dumpster of Chicken, USA being a place... BUT KEYWORDS HAET ME SO BAD URGH.
And, bad I would guess. Though, it's a KFC in the south. Most business is Sunday, and from old people after church. They can't see well enough to figure out if Neo is a monster or a mangy dog.
And, bad I would guess. Though, it's a KFC in the south. Most business is Sunday, and from old people after church. They can't see well enough to figure out if Neo is a monster or a mangy dog.
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