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Sciberc the Mischievous I: A Tale of Whiskers and Woe

Once upon a time, in the cozy corner of a chaotic cottage, lived a smug little cat named Sciberc. With fur as black as midnight and eyes that gleamed like stolen sapphires, Sciberc was known far and wide—not for his charm, but for his mischief.

Sciberc had four dear friends… or victims, depending on who you asked:

They all lived together in what used to be a harmonious woodland. But Sciberc had… other plans. Plans that involved snacks. :3


Chapter One: Enigma’s Riddle

One crisp morning, Sciberc padded up to Enigma, who was perched on a stump muttering,

“What has paws, purrs, and plots your demise?”

Sciberc grinned wide.

“The answer is me.”

And before Enigma could utter a second riddle, chomp. One riddle master—devoured.


Chapter Two: Anxis’s Last Panic

Hopping nervously through a patch of daisies, Anxis spotted Sciberc slinking closer.

“S-Sciberc? You wouldn’t eat me, right? Friends don’t eat friends…”

Sciberc tilted his head, tail flicking.

“That depends. Are you friend... or food?”

“BUNNIES ARE FRIENDS!” Anxis squealed and bolted—only to trip over a rock.

A soft purr. A shadow falls. Crunch. Gone.


Chapter Three: Les Takes a Nap

Les was napping in the sun, dreaming of dandelion sandwiches and jazz music. Sciberc tiptoed up.

He poked the turtle’s shell.

“Les?”

A snore.

“You awake?”

Another snore.

Sciberc shrugged.

“Guess not.”

He unhinged his jaw cartoonishly wide, like a snake that majored in drama, and swallowed Les whole, shell and all.

“Tastes like old salad and regret.”

Chapter Four: Crog’s Encore

Crog knew something was wrong. She sat in the middle of the pond, glaring at Sciberc from a lily pad.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Sciberc raised a paw, tail twitching.

“Oh, but I would.”

Crog let out one final operatic bellow—“REEEEEEEE!”—and dove into the water.

But Sciberc cannonballed in after her, emerging seconds later with a wet, wiggling snack.

“Delicious and dramatic.”

Gulp.


Epilogue: The Purrfect Ending

Now alone, Sciberc sat on a throne made of sticks and socks, belly round, whiskers twitching. He licked his paw, smirking into the twilight.

“Friends are tasty. I should make more.”

And in the distance, a squirrel shivered.

Buhaha :3


Chapter Five: Kitsune's Trick

Now, only one friend remained: Kitsune. A fiery, nine-tailed fox spirit with eyes like molten gold and a mischievous streak that rivaled even Sciberc’s own.

Kitsune wasn’t fooled.

She’d seen Enigma vanish mid-riddle.

She’d heard Anxis scream in stereo.

She’d watched Les disappear like a lunchtime snack.

She even saw Crog’s final REEEE echo across the pond.

“Sciberc,” she said, tails flicking in sync. “You’ve eaten everyone.”

Sciberc licked his lips and purred.

“It’s called friend reduction. Very on-trend.”

Kitsune smirked and began to dance—a swirling, glowing movement of illusion and fire, painting the air with magic. Dozens of Kitsunes blinked into existence, circling the mischievous cat.

“Which one’s real?” they whispered in unison.

Sciberc narrowed his eyes.

“Cute.”

Then he pounced.

Kitsunes poofed into smoke one by one—fake, fake, fake—until finally, he landed on the real one.

They stared at each other.

“You’re clever,” Kitsune whispered, impressed.
“You’re crunchy,” Sciberc whispered back.

CHOMP.

Fireworks exploded behind his eyes. Kitsune’s spirit surged through him—fiery, electric, almost too much to contain—but Sciberc burped, tail swishing triumphantly.

“Tasted like fireworks and sass.”

Final Epilogue: Alone at Last

The sun dipped below the horizon. Sciberc sat alone under the stars, belly rounder than the moon, tail coiled like a question mark.

He sighed, content.

“I miss my friends...”

A pause.

“But not enough to spit them out.”

He yawned.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll eat the narrator.”

Wait, what?

Buhaha :3

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