Kapitel 138: A Rock 'n' Roll Nightmare

"Is this it?" Fanfar muttered, his voice cracking as despair crept in. "Not even an encore?"

The beast's claws scraped across the counter, leaving deep gouges in the wood as it advanced. The distorted tune from the jukebox grew louder. The sounds it produced mingled with the grinding of teeth from the weirdos.

The neon light outside flickered erratically, casting distorted shadows that danced across the pub walls. Hard flashes illuminated the beast's grotesque features, its twisted grin widening as it prepared to strike.

Fanfar, cornered, was shaking with fear. His rapidly beating heart combined with the crackling sounds to create a rhythm. In stark contrast to his still body, his fingers were dancing to the beat.

The beast lunged forward, its claws raised for the kill.

Fanfar screamed.