Anonymous Thu 04 Jul 2024 19:22:11 No.67120808 Report

>>67120495
Ripley takes Anon on his camping trip with the guys, bringing his rifle under the pretense of "hunting".

Anonymous Thu 04 Jul 2024 19:36:45 No.67121158 Report

>>67120808
>It's awfully considerate of me to take him out hunting.
>But, if I keep holding on to my rancor, it's not going to do me any good.
>We travel out to my usual hunting spot, the whole ride, Naser and him keep talking about their dates.
>I hold every nerve of my body to not swerve the car out of the road, but this is my son's possession, and I respect that.
>That pasty red raptor is looking off to nowhere, probably high off some dope again, not my problem.
>We arrive, and begin setting up camp
>A fire, cold beers, I made sure to set up everything perfectly.
>Naser and the raptor are out cold, I knew they would be first to go
>"It's time we set up watch" I speak loud and clearly to the still awake monkey
>'O-oh...alright, so, how do we do this?'
>"Simple, we go into the woods, and stay planted, a deer or two are bound to walk past us"
>I hold my old hunting rifle in my hands, tally-marks etched into it's stock, carved them with my own claw.
>I get up from my seat, giving him another passing glance
>Does he really think I'm here to socialize?
>You come into my house, disrespect my authority, and go out with my daughter?
>We treck deeper and deeper into the woods, until I can't see the fire from the camp.
>I stop, and he stops too
>'Is... something wrong, sir?'
>I whip back around, my finger grasping at the trigger.
>He doesn't even get the chance to react.
>His body slumps off to the floor, motionless.
>A simple hunting accident.
>A smile spreads across my face, looking at my new kill.
>One more mark to the count, I wonder how his head would look, mounted on my wall.