Here's something short for those interested. This kind of just popped into my head and I figured it couldn't hurt to follow up on the idea. So hope you enjoy it.

"I think I'm feeling good tonight!" Fox grabbed some cinnamon flakes from the pantry. A late-night snack never hurt anyone. Fox prepared his cereal and turned on some music.

"Straight to the good part." He broke out his air guitar and started to jam as he did his best rockstar impression. As he jumped around he failed to notice the island in the middle of the kitchen. He ran into it falling over and hitting his head against the wood.

"Aww darn." Fox felt his head where he hit it. It was bleeding a little, so nothing serious.

"Guess I better take care of that," he thought. Fox stood and went through the hallway to his room. He kept bandaids in here. Fox noticed the clock. It was 11:36.

"Krystal is going to be home soon. I hope she's having fun." A quick search through the side table yielded the bandaid. Something else caught his eye though. Something was moving across the floor in the darkness.

"Holy shit!"

"Is that a spider?"

"It's so fast... And big." Amongst his thoughts, Fox also climbed onto the bed to gain the high ground. The spider was gone and the light switch was too far. Panic hit him... The spider was GONE!

"Just run and you'll make it." Fox prepared for the most dangerous operation he would do since taking out Andross. He leaped across the room and sprinted to the switch.

"On!" Light filled the room. Still no sign of the spider. He could hear scratching coming from under the bed.

"Uhh..." It dawned on Fox that his real foe was not a spider.

"A rat!"

"Oh no..."

"She's going to be home soon." Fox grabbed his phone and turned on the flashlight. He got on the floor and shined it under the bed. The rat was glaring at him.

"How am I supposed to catch this thing?" He thought. He was too big to crawl under the bed. An idea struck him. He grabbed some clothes hangars from his closet.

"Weren't expecting the special forces were ya!"

Fox realized that the hangar couldn't reach the rat, so he launched it at his enemy. It screeched and ran to the other side of the bed. Fox threw another. This time it ran off into the hallway.

"Hey!" Fox ran out just in time to see it run into the kitchen. Fox knew it had run under the stove. This time Fox had a better Idea. The broom in the kitchen would work just fine.

"No more games... I'm taking you out." Fox started with the broom handle on the right side of the stove. He could slide it across forcing the rat to leave and go right into his hand. He started slow. The rat was visibly scared.

"Yes yes... Come on now." It bolted out, but not quick enough. Fox grabbed it and dropped the broom. It was squirming and fighting violently. Its claws tore Fox's paw apart.

"OW OW! Stop it!" He began flailing his arm around to shake it off. His hand hit his cereal bowl. The bowl was flung off the counter and shattered on the floor spreading glass, milk, and flakes all over the floor. The rat had been flung another direction, but Fox didn't know exactly where.

"No! Oh dear... I'm screwed." He had to focus on the rat now even though there was glass all over the floor. His paw stung from the scratches the rat had made. It was going to require another bandaid. The rat was still here because he could hear it moving again.

"It's in the sink." Fox went over to look. A stroke of luck. A colander had fallen on top of it trapping it inside. Fox took off his shirt and wrapped it around his paw to protect it. He carefully lifted the colander. Faster than light he grabbed the rat and beelined toward the back door, careful to avoid the glass. The rat cried in anguish. He opened the door and tossed it out along with his shirt.

"Good Riddance!" He slammed it shut. The battle was won. Fox sighed in relief.

"Wait... I still have to clean up my mess!" Fox had trashed the kitchen, thrown hangars around his bedroom, and had his paw mangled by a rat.

"Oh no, I don't have much time!" Fox decided he should fix his hand up first. He went around the glass into the hallway.

"Fox!" The light switched on. Fox didn't turn around.

"Oh, Krystal you're home! I was star..."

"What happened to you? Your fur is all in a mess, you were screaming at the back door, and you have blood on your hand."

"Uhh... It's a long story." Krystal started giggling.

"I know what happened silly. Maybe you should be a little more thoughtful about grabbing wild creatures with your bare paw."

"Damn your telepathy." She continued laughing.

"Don't worry. I'll clean it up, Fox." She approached Fox and put her paw on his chest. "You should get some rest and let those battle scars heal," She said.

"Thanks, Krys." Fox hugged her tightly and she kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you, " she said.

"I love you too." They let go of each other and Fox continued down the hall.

"Good night Fox."

"Good night Krystal." And so Fox went to bed victorious. Having fought so valiantly had exhausted him and he quickly let sleep fall over him.

This went better than I expected it to go. I hope it was enjoyable nonetheless. I have a few other ideas for some short stories. I'll also have plenty of time to work on them too since there obviously isn't much else to do right now, so if you liked this consider checking that out in the future. Thanks!