Gym Rat Synonym Novels & Stories

“He isn’t anyone’s enemy. He’s a kid. How old are you?” The rat scurried backwards until he bumped into the wall. His long almond shaped ears twitched nervously (I’m guessing). “I’m two.” He said it like he was suggesting he was no kid. Two in rat years was probably more in human terms, but there was no way of knowing exactly without a conversion chart. “See?” I said to Marv. “He’s only two.” I don’t know what I hoped to gain by telling her that. Draw out some long-dead and dust-covered mothering instinct?

As though going through some repulsive pregnancy, her stomach and chest become a heaving cavity of gore-speckled, stinking, burrowing rodents. My sole entertainment consists of watching a corpse rot while the rats gradually dismantle what's left... One rat moves a little closer to me than the others, as though inspecting me. It looks a little different too: the ears black-tipped. The others are all a uniform brown. It regards me, whiskers whiffling for a moment, then moves back to the main event, making itself at home on Juliana's rapidly collapsing chest. Ratty. Rat-like... Surely there's a better word?

Zanye POV He stared up at me as he finished speaking like he was waiting for a reaction. Even though he knew I wouldn’t give him one. “Is that all?” I asked through the mind link. He slowly shook his head, clicked his tongue, then abruptly stood. “We’ve been having a lot of rat infestations lately. You leave out one crumb of bread, and suddenly they’re crawling through the walls. Bold little fuckers,” he spoke. It was true. We had been dealing with actual rats. But in this context, we both knew he wasn’t talking about the kind that squeaked.

That has to count for something, right? "Aaand maybe that is the reason why you should stay away." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Curiosity did kill the rat." "Cat." I agreed with him. "Curiosity killed the cat." I gave him a wide smiled and pointed to myself. "I'm no cat. Cats cannot talk." "I know," He said. "But you're a rat." What the actual... I clenched my hands on my sides and asked, "How the heck am I a rat?!"

The pain subsides immediately. I sigh. It was indeed foolish to choose explosive strength over regeneration. I didn’t think it would be this bad though. “Are you done?” The rat asks. It has been watching me from the other table. The fluorescent lights overhead give out for a moment. When it returns, the rat is right in front of me on my table without a noise. “I can help you, you know?” She coos, looking me over with pity in its eyes. “Just like old times.”

Oh, what a boring and uninteresting creature? The rat, apparently a little freaked out because they don’t want to eat it, but only snort with displeasure, tilted its head a little to one side, carefully examining the newly-made and completely unexpected companion. - Well, what are you staring at, rat? What's the fun in catching you if you don't run away? (To which the animal only vaguely squeaked, but still continued to sit, watching Amy.) Oh, miserable, I wouldn’t eat you, you’re too squishy. And terrible. (It seems that the rat squeaked with displeasure, narrowing its eyes.) And there is nothing for me to squeak here. The most sickening to be in this nasty place. And in general, I can’t st

She nodded and asked him about his mission. She really wasn't expecting for Yman to acquire such a quest. After all, rats were a very hated pest. They were gross and scary. Yeah, they have fluffy fur, but they were not cute to pet. Well, depending on rats though. Since there were rats also that looks cute like a highbred hamster. Highbred hamsters intentionally bred for petting purposes. But the thing was, Yman took the quest about the Evil Rats! Those Evil Rats were hideous looking with the body as big as normal pigs. And their mouths were dripping with greenish saliva that contains poison. And those pointed teeth outside its mouth, well, scary and gross when it bites you.

“O, lord rat. I beseech you. Please don’t kill me.” Shadow looked at the messy man with amusement. Her red eyes flickered in between the hoodie. “What if I say that I am a hamster?” Hamster? A cool sweat rolled down his cheek. His whole body shuddered from his own thoughts. Then, it would be entirely a different story. The hamster clan was under the rat category but their cute appearance was nothing but a facade. To compare the hamster and the rat, Julian was even more pleased working with the rat tribe.

The clash began, a dance of feral instincts in the murky underbelly of the city. The rats attacked with a relentless ferocity, their numbers creating a chaotic spectacle. My movements were a blur, my wolf form an embodiment of primal agility. I dodged their bites, retaliating with calculated strikes. Claws clashed against fur, teeth snapped in the air, and the symphony of combat echoed through the sewer's forgotten chambers. In the midst of the skirmish, I locked eyes with a particularly formidable rat, its fur a shade darker, eyes gleaming with a sinister intelligence. The alpha of the horde, it seemed, a creature undeterred by the mere notion of prey and predator. A challenge.

Taika who had been quite awake for a while now, squinted her eyebrows hearing that familiar stated once again. " Cough! Cough!" Taika cough slightly blinked her eyes slowly trying to adjust her sight due to the brightness of the room. " Oops! I think the human is awaked, we should get out of here." A familiar white rat in white white hat said in an haste. " Cool down church buddy, What can that skinny being even do to us?!" The gathering of rats relax and continue with their complaints. Skinny being:... Staring at the familiar glooming desolate room and annoying gossiper of a rats, Taika pause her lips tightly.