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A Mascot Turnover (Beaver TF)

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“…And Oregon State knocks off #8 Stanford, 31-28!”

The students rushed over the wall that was behind the Oregon State beach, and onto the field in all black, congratulating the team by creating a mass in the middle of the field in Reser Stadium with the stadium lights on a spooky night in Corvallis.

“Oregon’s next!” shouted one student.

“Yeah!” Yelled a bunch of others.

I was laughing as I was deep in the mass. I couldn’t handle myself I was so excited. I jumped up and down, shouted, even joined in the chant of “Oregon’s Next!”

The University of Oregon Ducks was our biggest rival in the south from the Horrid city of Eugene. They were good, arrogant, and flashy. Their uniforms with the weird feather designs on their shoulder pads, their ridiculous carbon-fiber helmets, and the number of uniform combinations they can show up with to play makes me sick. They come in hoping to have shot after shot every year making the National Championship game, but would always stumble over another team in the conference that managed to keep up with their high-tempo offense, and get a few turnovers to punish them.

After an hour of chanting, jumping, and shouting, everyone started to leave. I went to find my fraternity brothers, who were all still jacked up.

“Hey Obye, you wearing that Domo costume again?” Chad, one of my fraternity brothers said.

“I have to represent.” I said.

“Yeah, that thing is ridiculous!” Mark, another fraternity brother said.

“Well, I’ve worn it for two years straight, I can’t break the streak!” I said.

“Yeah. It helped us get past USC two years ago, it’s for good luck.” Chad said.

“I know, but what do you guys think?” I said.

“WEAR IT! WEAR IT!” They all said.

“Ok, ok. Wow, you guys are eager.” I said.

I went to my room in the fraternity, and looked in the closet, and saw the Domo costume with the Oregon State jersey still on it. The jersey had #35 on it. #35 was Ken Simonton, a running back for OSU who scored the winning touchdown in double overtime in the 1998 Civil War.

“Oh Simonton, how I miss you so.” I said.

I put the top half on, with my arms going in the sleeves and making sure the jersey didn’t fall off. Then I put on the lower half, putting on my specialized shoes to protect the feet of the costume.

I looked like a brown, weird anime character with strange pointed teeth, rectangular mouth agape as always. I saw out of its mouth in a red mesh screen, but it worked regardless of how tacky it looked.

As I went down to rejoin the others, Quentin stopped me.

“Quentin, what’s up?” I said.

“It’s time you did your rite of passage.” He said.

“Rite of passage?” I said.

“Yes. Your rite of passage is to walk the entire Trysting Tree Golf Course tonight only.”

“Tonight? It’s going to be freezing!” I said.

“Look, everyone in this fraternity has done it, and came back. Don’t chicken out on us now.” He said.

“Alright, alright. I’ll drive down there.”

“Good. We’ll be waiting for you in the parking lot when you are done.”

I went back downstairs, going over what I just agreed to. Walking Trysting Tree? At night? What am I crazy?

Then another wave of thoughts hit me.

This is for my fraternity brothers. They support me through and through. The least I could do for them was that I can show that I’m not a chicken!

I went out to the parking lot, and got into my Black Subaru Forester. I started the engine and drove the relative short distance to Trysting Tree Golf Club.

The golf course greeted me with the fourth and fifth holes in the driveway, followed by the driving range. There were nets next to the highway, and protecting stray balls hit from the driving range.
I pulled up next to the clubhouse, determined to walk this course. I passed the small restaurant, the snack shop, and the clubhouse and started walking from the first tee. I walked from the back tees to the hole on the straight and level first hole.

As I completed the front nine, I thought to myself: I have this in the bag. These holes are easy to walk.

As I was walking the tenth, I stopped to look at the water that guarded the right side of the hole. It was a large pond, with a couple of streams connected to it.

I started to have some strange thoughts about heading into the water, that it somehow looked inviting.

I shook my head a few times, and regained focus. I have a task to attend to, and I wasn’t going to let some pond fuddle with my brain!

As I continued to walk however, I felt myself starting to slowly shrink. It was barely noticeable, but when I got to the 10th green, I was half my height!

“What is going on?” I thought to myself. I then felt itchy on my back, as brown hairs started to push out of my skin. These hairs spread throughout my body, as I took off the clothes, and struggled out of my costume. My hands shrunk into small, toughened paws made for grabbing twigs and logs.My feet converted to three toes and started to web, and resize to adapt to swim in the water.My skull got smaller and more rounded, My nose got more square and it expanded turning black and moist. My teeth got redone, including my two front teeth as they got larger. My bottom two front teeth did also, but not as much. The most painful part was the tail. My tailbone extended as my huge leatherly flat tail appeared behind me.

When it was said and done, I looked to the water again and saw a beaver staring back at me.

Then I looked back, and saw someone walking with my costume on, and continuing the walk, probably a clone of me to reassure that I got back.

For now, I’ll go see where my real fraternity brothers are in this pond.
Well, my halloween round TF story (Round 3 of :iconthenashnetwork:'s contest) is here! Enjoy!

IRL Update: The Beavers played their hearts out and we lost to Stanford 20-12. We had a couple of chances to get the touchdown for a shot FOR OVERTIME. 

Anyway, we have enough wins from the beginning of the season so we will head to a bowl game, at least there is that.
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ElekSprite's avatar

That's a cute story over there!