<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>

Cyril found himself in his bed, in his room, in his mansion.
Whuh?! What the heck?!
He reflexively grabbed a cigar from the box on his nightstand, and lit it up to calm himself down.
I was at Ottawa, not home! Or... Or maybe I was wondering so much about Cedric's "surprise", I had a whole weird dream about it? I'll ask him.
"Cedric?"
No answer.
"Cedric?"
Still no answer.
Cyril got out of his bed and went to Cedric's room.
It was empty.
Where could he be?! Oh, I'll ask the boys! ...And have that talk too... Dream or not, that was a true point...
"Boys?"
Here too, no answer.
Cyril went to the rooms they usually were, but they weren't there.
The aardvark, who was starting to worry now, began looking all over the mansion.
"Cedric?!"
Silence.
"Boys?!"
Still silence.
And his exploration made it clear there was no one in the mansion but him.
Worry turning into fear, he thought of using the phone.
But this too was useless: no matter what number he called, it rang into nothingness.
Now on the verge of a panic attack, the elder Sneer charged out of the mansion.
"CEDRIC?! BOYS?! ANYONE?!" he yelled in the air.
Only silence answered to him.
Cyril was about to scream in panic when a flash of light forced him to squint.
The flash was coming from his left hand.
Looking at it, he saw that it was that mysterious coin that was shining brightly.
And realized only then that he had that coin in hand since the bed.
The panic anesthetized by the shock, Cyril stared at the coin, as its shine intensified.
"What the..."

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35687426/
Cyril Sneer © Kevin Gillis