Weird Critters of Oregon

Weird Critters of Oregon, Part 1:

Wilson's Minus Wilsons

By DrAnnoyingDog

It was cold, wet, and windy in Boring as Dominic stood outside Faeowynn Wilson's office, wondering why she had called him in on his day off. He knocked on the door, and heard a voice from within beckon him inside. Dominic opened the door and was surprised to find not only Fae, but her father as well sitting inside. The founder of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions himself. Tim Wilson was a large man with an equally large beard.

"Hey there Dominic! I'm glad to see that you aren't too wet from the storm."

"Oh uh, thanks Mr. Wilson." He replied.

"Could you have a seat?" Tim gestured towards a seat opposite him. "Now that you're here we need to talk about some things."

"Of course Mr. Wilson." Dominic sat in the provided chair. "Am-am I in trouble?"

Fae spoke up. "Of course not Dominic, you have been an outstanding volunteer so far. No, you're here because we need you to help take care of the wildlife center."


"Fae and I are going on a business trip of sorts out east." Tim stood up from his chair and leaned against Fae's desk. "Since you've been such a positive influence in WWS, we thought that you could be trusted to watch over the place while we're gone."

"Are you two pulling a prank on me?" Dominic asked, still confused.


"Why would you want me to take care of the wildlife center? Aren't there people more qualified for this?

Tim scratched his grey beard before answering.

"Truthfully? Yes. There are people more qualified. But working with all the weird and strange critters in Boring, it takes its toll on you." The smile in his eyes had disappeared, his renowned Wilson cheer gone. "It has already taken its toll on the senior volunteers, but you Dominic? You have only been here for a few months now."

"I-I don't understand, sir. I'm sorry."

"You will understand Dominic, you will."

Tim smiled once again, but that didn't put Dominic at ease. If anything, the genuine smile resting on Tim's face only made Dominic more uneasy.

"We understand if you don't want to do this." Fae said sincerely.

"Well, that's just it." He sat back and put his hands on his face. "I don't know if I don't want to do this."

"We don't leave until Friday Dominic. You have some time to think it over." She said, with Tim nodding in agreement.

Dominic took his hands off of his face. "No, I don't want time to think about it. I'll do it, I'll take care of the wildlife center."

The Wilsons shared a surprised look.

"Well uh, thanks Dominic. I have full trust in you."

Tim smiled and held out his hand, which Dominic quickly shook. He then walked out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. The Wilsons sat in silence for several minutes. They only spoke after they were sure Dominic had left the building.

"Do you think he can do it?" Fae asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"He's a good kid Fae, and I wasn't lying about having trust in him." Tim scratched his beard. "Plus, the Supervisors seem to think he's special, or they wouldn't have us leave him in charge while we're gone."

"Yeah, you're right. I just, have this feeling something is going to go wrong."

Her father laughed.

"It wouldn't be Boring if everything went according to plan, Fae."

Dominic sat in Enclosure 3, ruffling Sampson's blurry ears. The canine had come far since they found him on Marybeth's farm. He was friendlier towards other animals and had let Fae pet him the day before. Sampson's barks had also seemed to lessen in intensity recently.

The canine rolled onto his back, allowing Dominic access to his belly. Dominic scratched it, and Sampson kicked his leg rapidly in response. He laughed and looked around the enclosure. In three days he'll have to run WWS. He was anxious. Dominic hadn't run anything in his life, and this was more important than anything else he had ever done in his life.

Something wet grazed his hand and he looked down to find Sampson licking it. The canine then looked up as if to ask "Why did you stop petting me?" Dominic hadn't realized that he had stopped. Rustling Sampson's ears once again, he stood up and walked to the door. The doberman followed, wagging the blurry nub that was once a tail.

"I'll see you tomorrow, alright bud?" Dominic asked the blurry dog.


Dominic picked himself up off the ground and walked outside, locking the door behind him. He then began the trek to his cabin. Along the way, Dominic's mind tried to wander back to the conversation with the Wilsons, only for him to push the intrusive thoughts away. Thinking about it would just worry him more. So he thought about the woods around him instead.

The trees swayed in the cold November wind, shaking their orange leaves. A pair of squirrels chased each other around the branches of an evergreen. A song bird sung it's melody to all who would listen. The sound of crunching leaves grew closer behind him. Wait.

Dominic quickly turned around to find…

…no one.

He was sure that he had heard footsteps in the leaves. The absence of any persons on the path behind him made him doubt himself. Dominic shrugged and continued on his way. He was just on edge because of what happened earlier. The unspeakable thing that has to be spoken about when he gets home. Dominic shook his head. It felt like he was in a dream, that he would wake up any moment to find that he was still just a normal volunteer.

A small wooden building extracted Dominic from his thoughts. He had reached his cabin. Pulling the keys out of his jacket pocket, Dominic unlocked the door and stepped inside. The cabin was a simple 3 room design. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all combined into one room. A bedroom stood by itself at the back of the cabin. A small bathroom was accessible through a door in the bedroom.

Dominic hung his jacket by the door and took a seat on the couch. He put his hands on his face and leaned his head back, before stretching with a yawn. The thought of sleep overwhelmed his worries. Dominic laid down on the couch and drifted off to sleep, unaware of something watching him from outside.

A Figure hid in the shadow of a tree as it watched Dominic. It waited for him to truly fall asleep before slinking towards the cabin on all fours. The shadowy Figure creeped around the side of the building and stopped underneath a window. Standing on two legs, it peered in to the cabin at Dominic's still form. The window made no sound as it was pushed up. The Figure easily slid through the opening and slowly lowered itself to the floor.

The shadowy Figure silently made it's way over to Dominic on all fours. It crouched next to Dominic's sleeping form and reached into a hidden pocket. Dominic shifted in his sleep. The Figure dropped to the floor and slid under the couch. He rolled onto his back and his hand slid off the couch onto the floor. The Figure once again reached into a pocket and produced metal. It placed the metal object in Dominic's hand. Reaching into a different pocket, it grabbed a piece of paper.

Slipping out from under the couch, the Figure stood up and placed the paper on Dominic's chest. Its job done, the shadowy Figure climbed back out the window into the cold November night. With one last glance at the cabin, it melted into the night.

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