The Loopy

It was the third hour of the night, deep in a dense forest, where only the screeches of bats and the rustling of tree branches could be heard. But beneath the ground, something was stirring.

An old, dilapidated grave, covered in moss with cracked stone slabs, suddenly began to tremble. The soil shifted, the grass was uprooted, and within moments, a large hand emerged from the grave.

Dr. Edward Graves, who was standing nearby, jumped with joy. His eyes gleamed as if he had accomplished something miraculous.

Yes! I did it! I have brought a three-hundred-year-old werewolf back to life!" he said to himself, dusting off his lab coat.

The next moment, a massive figure emerged from the grave, its body covered in thick brown fur, eyes glowing yellow, and sharp fangs protruding. As soon as it stepped out, a strange scent filled the air.

The werewolf stretched lazily, rubbed its eyes, and asked, "What time is it?

Dr. Graves replied, "It's three in the morning, and now you're alive! I have revived you after three hundred years!

Alright, alright. You haven't done me any favors. You must have some selfish motive. But let me be clear, I’m not doing any house chores," the werewolf said, taking a deep breath.

Dr. Edward was taken aback. After staring at the werewolf for a moment, he said, "No! I won’t make you do housework. You are a werewolf! Spread terror, frighten people!"

The werewolf looked at its claws, rubbed its belly, and yawned. "First, get me something to eat. I’ve been hungry for three hundred years.

"What?" Dr. Edward Graves’ mouth hung open in shock.

Look, Doctor, you've stuffed yourself with your wife’s homemade food. We’ll talk about scaring people later. First, order something. Does Uber Eats deliver in the forest now?" the werewolf asked, yawning again.

You are a werewolf! You should be hunting humans and tearing them apart!

The werewolf made a face. "Uff! Who has the energy for all that? First, you have to hunt, then kill, then eat, then clean up the blood… Too much effort, boss! Just order a burger. We’ll share it.

Dr. Graves stood frozen. "No, No, No! You are the king of the forest! You are a fearsome beast!

The werewolf shrugged. "Ohh! Man, I just want to enjoy my life. And to be honest, I never liked being scary.

Then how did you die three hundred years ago?

The werewolf lowered his head, then spoke softly, "I fell from the tree out of fear of the rabbit."

Dr. Graves smacked his forehead. He was completely shattered.

By the way, what was your name? Dr. Graves asked, taking a long, deep breath.

The werewolf dusted off his mud-covered hands and said, "Look, Doctor, I’ve been asleep for three hundred years, so I don’t remember my name. I’m really sorry… But my mom used to call me 'Loopy."

"Loopy??" Graves almost fainted. "Your name was Loopy?"

The werewolf nodded. "Yeah… And my dad said I would become a great werewolf one day. But look, I died unemployed."

Graves clutched his head.

Alright, I'll train you. I'll make you dangerous."

But why?" Loopy asked innocently. "I have no interest in scaring people. Just get me a decent job.

Graves looked at him in shock. "A job??"

"Yeah… Something with minimal effort, no sweating, and good pay.

Graves folded his hands. "Oh God, I’ve heard of ghosts, Dracula, and cyborgs, but you… You’re a freelancer werewolf.

Thank you!" Loopy nodded proudly.

You shouldn’t be proud. You should be ashamed!"

Why? At least I’m openly addressing the unemployment crisis.

Graves banged his head against the wall. "Fine, tell me, what were your special powers three hundred years ago?

I was an expert at sleeping… and running away.

"So, you can’t fight?"

Not at all! The first time I saw humans, I got so scared that I bit off my own tail.

Graves’ jaw dropped. "You had a tail?

"I did… Not anymore.

Graves, completely dejected, walked toward the door of his lab. "Alright, I won’t put you back in the grave. At least you’ll do something in this world.

Loopy stood up. "Really? I’m free?

"Yes."

Thank you, Doctor! You’re a good man. Oh wow! Now I can start a new career.

Dr. Graves’ eyes widened. "What’s your plan?

Loopy grinned. "I’ll become a social media influencer! I’ll start a channel called 'Werewolf Vlogs.' Be sure to subscribe to my channel, Doctor.
And with that, he ran off into the forest. Graves even gave him some money.

Graves stood there, watching the biggest regret of his life walk away.

Loopy went straight to the city and bought a smartphone. With his long, clawed fingers, he tapped on the screen and created a YouTube channel—@Werewolf_Vlogs.

As soon as he uploaded his first video, it went viral within hours. People encouraged him.

Loopy gained confidence. He even created a Twitter account and posted a tweet.

Being a werewolf is tough. Humans are scarier than us. I wish I were human too.

The tweet went viral. Some supported him, while others mocked him.

But trouble began when government agencies discovered that a real werewolf was roaming the city.

The government deemed Loopy a dangerous creature, and a special force was sent to capture him.

One night, while Loopy was filming a video for his followers titled "Werewolf vs. Street Dogs," special forces vehicles surrounded him.

Put your paws up, werewolf!

Loopy panicked and tried to run, but he wasn’t very fast. He started crying, fearing he would be caught.

Then, an officer said, "Hey guys, this one’s just a lazy, useless werewolf. No need to capture him. He won’t harm anyone.
The special forces left, and Loopy sighed in relief.

However, as Loopy's social media fame grew, people started getting bored of him. Loopy realized that the world of social media was ruthless, people always wanted something new, and he had become old news.

Eventually, his videos received fewer likes and views. Disheartened, Loopy made one final post:

There’s no future in the werewolf industry anymore. I’m going back to the forest.

He deleted his account and returned to his old grave.
Loopy lay inside, his head buried in his knees, muttering,

I should’ve prepared for a government job.

Then he shuddered. "Ugh! No way! Even that takes too much effort. Sleeping is the best option, boss.

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A/N:– Thank you so much for taking the time to read. I really appreciate you! I hope you enjoying it!