Excuse that mess up there UNDER ALL CIRCUMSTANCES PLEASE DO NOT PLAGARIZE, REFERENCE, ETC. I WILL REPORT IMMEDIATELY IF YOU DO SO. The og wether Not too good but eh I like goats if u haven't noticed by now. Mouflon and rams as well. Anyways An Odd Happening- Prologue It all started the day an accredited primatologist appeared on the news, people all around the world pressing their faces up against the screen with great interest. With his wide eyes and fraying, white beard, he gave the whole world the horrifying story of the day a chimpanzee had “died.” An old favorite of his, he’d hurriedly said, had apparently died. She’d had a cancer for quite some time, and she had passed just a night after being diagnosed. They laid out the corpse to see how the hominid’s close family and friends would react. “Well,” he smoothed down his hair a bit, still looking out of breath. “As we were watching, they all became suddenly distressed. I originally thought they were just reacting to her passing- but-” He briefly froze and a shudder passed through him. His glasses tipped precariously off of his nose, but he straightened them as a drop of sweat rolled down his face. “Are you okay?” A barely audible voice called from the background, the camera’s lenses briefly blurring. The scientist regained his composure and continued without an answer, rubbing his palms on his jeans. “Well- at first her skin seemed to slough off- or- or something.” His words slurred, and his skin seemed to droop- or- sag... “Then- a goat.” He gazed into the camera with a terrified expression, his glasses finally tipping onto the ground. And then, with a bleat of alarm, he melted. -------- That was also the day the goat outbreak started. Seeming to originate from nothing, goats began bursting from apes of all shapes and sizes. Bonobos, chimps, humans, orangutans, everyone fearing for the economy. It didn’t seem to be spread by anything. Quarantine wouldn’t help, medicine wouldn’t help, nothing could stop the threat of becoming a goat. The only plus side was the sudden surplus of food. The hominids constantly hammered their feeble brains for the cure, though there was none. Doctors had soon given up, slowly bursting into goats, one after the gloriful other. Soon enough, goats became Gods of sorts, their rightful position in the seemingly human-ruled world. They were worshipped just for the fraction of a chance they would possibly stop this massacre, spare the hominids still left. Humans were sacrificed, throats slit and presented to a goat audience, hoping desperately to please them. A goat would often hatch from the corpse.
Look up there- And that was life. The president was a goat, doctors were goats, your mom was a goat. Some people were over it. Just counting the days till they became superior; a goat. Except some people couldn’t accept the fact that goats were their new rulers. They wouldn't accept the power, the glory, the radiant beauty of the bearded little beasts. As society degraded, an old lawyer stepped into the light. Her whole family now goats, and with awful capraphobia, she was desperate to put a stop to the goatly glory. With her cliche figure, cliche power, cliche mindset, she knew she could put a stop to the madness that had destroyed her entire cliche family. Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a respectable man sat on his throne, overlooking the angry ocean. The sun reflected off the water, nearly blinding him. Still, he stared out across the waves, like the respectable businessman he was. The horns that curved from his head were adorned with gold and emeralds. He was a little… goaty… but- but that’s not foreshadowing! And then, our story begins. -------- Wether twitched his ear as he watched the waves rise and crash. Long gold earrings hung from them, almost too heavy to hold. He readjusted his crown with one hand, tapping his chair rhythmically with the other. The door to his private office slid open with a loud squeeeaaaak. The door had yet to be oiled, and almost perfectly copied the sound of a screaming child; obnoxious and loud. He swiveled around, claiming a bored frown. When he spoke it was with an odd accent, and echoed menacingly around the room. “Who and why?” Then the echo- who and why who and why who and why who and why. An annoying voice shot back at him, prim and proper as could be. It elicited an eye roll from Wether. “I’m here to put a stop to your madness!” Amanda Karen, word-renowned lawyer with an odd fear of goats declared. “WITH MY MINDDDDD!” Wether almost recoiled in his absolute and utter confusion, but quickly regained his composure, only his occasionally flicking ear and raised brow betraying his utter, honorable nonchalant-ness. He watched as the grown woman put her hands on the sides of her head, groaning as if trying to kill Wether on sight. Or perhaps she was constipated. Wether thought he could feel a spark, a sudden jolt of pain. Though a brief bolt of confusion… perhaps fea- no. He felt no fear. Wether betrayed no feeling, only watching. After about a minute or so of that madness, and the occasional prickling that ran down Wether’s spine, Amanda took a step towards the respected man of business. Her face was contorted into an angry snarl, tinged with a hint of sadness and hope. Her feelings tasted of salt. “You should be dead! I concentrated, like they all told me to! You should be dead!” She took a step forward once more. Wether’s eyes widened as she took a step forwards again. She raised her hand. Wether’s ears twitched. And as Amanda’s hand finally reached Whether’s oddly smirking face, the world was to never be the same.
