Regular Show Death Bear Novels & Stories

Travis's voice trembled with disbelief, his brow furrowed with grief. "See, Travis? I told you! She faked her death—this was all a setup! And you got so sick over this vindictive woman!" After I "died," Travis had fallen into a deep depression, becoming seriously ill. The story had gone viral, with photos of Travis looking frail in his hospital bed. His eyes hollow, whispering, "I don't want anyone else, just Sarah. I'd trade my life for hers. I'd do anything if she could just be alive again."

"If I wanted to see a clown I would go to the circus, and if you were going for a slutty look let me tell you you need at least ten pounds less and tons of makeup to look anything remotely attractive." "What the hell is wrong with you?" I snarled, not believing my own ears. Bear was usually nasty and a dick, but it was more like pranks on the background or name calling when they cross paths. It'd been a while since he openly approached her. Especially after the whole New Year scene. As far as I know, this was the first time they were talking ever since, and he was doing this?

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

Three days later, they made it back to Dmitri's territory. It took an extra day because they wanted Tyboll traveling with them. The ceremony for the two dead bears would be the following night. The claws of Hunter and his fallen brother were brought from South America, but that was all they had left. Nikka had lived with death her entire life. After the night of mourning spent under the stars, to live a life without threat didn't seem real. "How are you, kotika?"

It was comfortable enough, comforting even. My feet decided to come forward to let me have a glimpse of the seemingly unconscious bear. I wasn’t sure whether it was dead, or simply lying there knocked out. I watched it silently as the air around it pulsates slightly, like the sound of heartbeat declining in the monitor and I wait. Wait until the sound of its slow breathing reduces into nothingness. I was now standing just in front of the damn bear, right where my feet would be at reach, but it stays completely still and renders me shocked. My knees began to feel weak and I felt my body slide down to the ground beside it, clutching my backpack as I sat there stupefied, staring in utter disbel

I prayed, I thought of my family and I stood still prepared for the end. Arms raised me and I kept staying still. Maybe if they thought I was already dead, they were going to leave me alone. That was a very good option. Isn't that what you do in the event of a bear attack? Well... a killer is just like a bear. -Riding Hood, open your fucking eyes.- Okay. Now I did tremble like jelly abandoned in the middle of a hurricane. He had me- You have three seconds before I force you to open them and I don't want games- He was neither the good G nor the idiot. It was the G ready to kill, so like a doll, I opened them.- Very good. You're alive- He threw me on the bed and left. Was it just like that?

“I had to save your life.” I scoff. “Oh, I’m sorry my near-death experience was an inconvenience for you.” “It was.” I shove his good shoulder. “I hope you get eaten.” He chuckles, but it’s weak, barely there. The sound makes my stomach twist. He’s not okay. His arm is still bleeding. “We need to get back,” I say, more to myself than to him. “Yeah, genius. But the bear’s still out there.” I peek down. The bear is gone. The forest is eerily quiet now, like it’s holding its breath.

Next, the bear howled in anger and slapped the dumbfounded warrior away. With a loud bang, half of the warrior's body was shattered and drenched in blood. As his body flew out, countless drops of blood sprayed in mid-air. The man died just like that. As the White-Necked Talons Bear was stabbed, the remaining White-Necked Talons Bears were also angered, and they roared wildly as they charged at the remaining crowd with full force.

(Bear Man) Like lifting a sandbag in the air, The Bear Man Vendors lifted the mercenary that were still in pain from his cut fingers, and choke slammed him onto the cement floor of the wet market, making a little crater on the floor and instantly knocking out the mercenary. The Bear Man rips open his bloody overalls and let out his beastly shouts, invoking his war call upon the Mercenary, as he locked into his second target, a mercenary right in front of him.

My gaze drew to the bear on the ground and my heart sped up, dreading how it'll end up, hoping it won't. The cheers and whistles carried through the wide atmosphere, almost deafening me. They soon began a chant for him to kill off the bear, to rip out its jugular. Once he sunk his claws into its sides, the cheers increased along with my fear. No... Just then, Lan's feral gaze drew to the crowd, connecting with my wide eyes. The voices seemed to mute out as our gazes held. Then to my shock, he retracted his claws. . . letting go of his kill. Moments passed before the bear limped up and slinked back to its cave.