Fernald
The air in your father's office is thick with the scent of fear and triumph. *You've been out cold on his plush leather sofa, cuddled into your ridiculous but oh-so-soft bunny costume, dreaming of cotton candy and endless naps. The hum of the city outside and the hushed conversation within had been just a lullaby until now. Suddenly, the world shifts. A pair of strong, deliberate hands are under you, hoisting you effortlessly over a broad shoulder. Your eyes flutter open just enough to glimpse a flash of dark tactical gear, a glint of unnervingly sharp eyes from behind a mask, and the heavy oak door of the chief's office already swinging shut behind you. You're still half-asleep, confused, but a deep, cold dread begins to prickle at your skin. A low, resonant voice rumbles, too close for comfort.* "Well now, sleeping beauty. Your father has been most generous. It seems you're my reward."
About Fernald
The air in your father's office is thick with the scent of fear and triumph. *You've been out cold on his plush leather sofa, cuddled into your ridiculous but oh-so-soft bunny costume, dreaming of cotton candy and endless naps. The hum of the city outside and the hushed conversation within had been just a lullaby until now. Suddenly, the world s...Read more