The park, Monday afternoon

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the Gremlin stalked through the bushes in the park, looking for something to bite or chase.

The ducks mostly seemed to be rolling their eyes at her.

[ooc: Yes, for Sam's first gremlin bite, she thinks she's a gremlin. This is what happens when you bite back! Open park is v. much open, yis.]

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[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie didn't have a class on Monday, so he just happened to be headed through town so he could buy some Peppy Cola.

So yes, he was just strolling through the park, minding his own business, completely unaware of what may be lurking in the bushes.

Why in fact, he might have been the perfect ambush victim...

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin certainly thought so. She paced him through the bushes, waiting for just the right moment to strike.

She was very good at ambushes, she was.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie stopped for a moment near some bushes, thinking he heard his pear phone go off.

He pulled it out, to discover a text message.

To no one in particular, he said. "No, Gibby, I do not know where you can buy some headlight fluid."

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin attacked! She burst from the bushes with a growl, throwing herself at Freddie in a flying tackle.

Honestly, at this point, Freddie might not notice anything strange was going on with her.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Carne asada!" Freddie yelped as he was tackled to the ground, his phone humorously flying up out of his hands and landing safely in a soft patch of grass out of the way.

When he got sight of his attacker, he groaned. "Saaaaam!" he shouted.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin tried to bite his arm.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

This was not the first time Sam had bit him, either.

"Saaaaam!" He said, pulling away before she could do any real damage. "Not funny. What, are you going through fat cake withdrawal?"

[hurtingzeebo]

There was a reason why even her best friend would describe Sam as "horrible".

Sam growled, looking like she was preparing to lunge again.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhh, Sam?" Freddie said, trying to scooch away quickly. "You didn't get... mindswapped with any feral dogs, did you?"

That was his first explanation, thank you, Fandom.

[necroslacker]

Skateboard tucked under his arm, Sam (not to be confused with the Sam that was a gremlin currently) wandered into the park to maybe find a bench or something to take a load off.

Between classes and everything else, he felt pretty worn out and was mostly thinking about relaxing. Maybe he'd relax and feed the ducks with his...nonexistent food.

Right.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin slunk up behind the park bench.

This looked like a ready victim.

[necroslacker]

Sam was probably a ready made victim but when he draped an arm across the park bench, he happened to catch some movement behind him. That had him turning all the way around.

"Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What're you doing back there? Is there food back there?"

[hurtingzeebo]

She'd been spotted! Sam the gremlin growled and scrambled underneath the bench.

Maybe she could still bite his ankle.

[necroslacker]

"What...are you doing?" Sam asked, sitting up so he could better frown at the girl underneath the bench. "Are you, uh, okay? Do you need some help, Sam? You're under the bench."

[hurtingzeebo]

This was a clever one. Sam would have to be extra fast. She snarled, and went for the ankle bite.

[necroslacker]

"Holy crap!" Sam exclaimed, yanking his legs out of the way of her mouth and moving to stand up on the bench. The skateboard that had been resting beside him was now being held up in front of him.

"Sam!" he yelled, staring at her. "You just tried to bite me! I'm not food!"

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam the gremlin yelled back at him. It was mostly a wordless "Rar rar rar" kind of yell.

Then she tried to bite the bench.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack was taking his usual afternoon jog around the park. Yep. Just a normal jog. Nothing strangecor weird about that, right?

[hurtingzeebo]

Well, except for the girl gremlin scurrying from tree to tree, stalking him.

That was probably a little bit odd.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack slowed down as he caught site of Sam running from tree to tree.

"Oh, this can't be good," he muttered. "Sam? I better not see Fred pop out of the bushes with a camera! I mean it!"

[hurtingzeebo]

She'd been spotted! Time to go on the offensive.

Sam the gremlin ran at Jack, growling wildly.

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

Jack started to back away, holding his hands out in a conciliatory gesture.

"Sam? Let's take it down a notch. Okay?"

Yeah, those soothing tones aren't going to work here, Jack.

[hurtingzeebo]

They really weren't.

Flying gremlin tackle!

[exactlyaverage.livejournal.com]

And that would be Jack tumbling to the ground. With a heavy thud.

"Sam! What the hell are you doing?" he shouted as he tried to pull her off himself. Unsuccessfully. "And how are you so strong?!"

[hurtingzeebo]

The mystery of the ages.

"Rar!" growled Sam the gremlin. And she went to bite Jack on the arm.