A request i got from my friend  shadowstar5293 featuring wayne the werewolf its a quick short story.

Wayne belongs to Hotel Transylvania.

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Wayne your options

When it comes down to it, in this line of work, you know what to expect. And our young sheep knew what was coming and how to survive it. But he wasn’t ready for how that night ended. Why don't we rewind it to earlier that day?

It was Halloween night. And our young friend stood in front of the house that was texted to him. He was your typical sheep. Twenty-eight in age. He wore a simple rock band tee and blue shorts. Everyone thinks he overweight cause he looks roughly four hundred pounds. But that's a lie. He's actually only one-sixty, the other three hundred is allwool for moments like this. He was explained the situation and brought a bag of tools he’ll need to survive the night. He rang the doorbell of the nonchalant looking house. The door swings open and standing in the doorway was a werewolf. But not your typical no clothes, vicious looking ones. If anything, this one was kinda underwhelming. He had brown fur and wore a sky blue dress shirt with purple striped tie and dark blue pants. He looked like someone that was dressed up as a werewolf who didn't want to, but had to. He looked at the young sheep in shock, and he couldn't help but notice the slight trace of drool on the wolf’s lips.
“Uh, are you by any chance, ‘Mr. Wayne?” asked the sheep. It took the werewolf a second to remember himself, that and a quick head shake.
“Yep, that's me. You must be the sitter, Jack. I just wasn't expecting you to be a sheep,” said the wolf man, drooling a little more.
“Yes sir. I am a sheep. And I have a night ahead of me if what you said is true,” the sheep pulled out his phone and read his message. “Two-Hundred and Ninety-two kids. Is that correct?” The Wolf guided the sheep into his home, where it was rather dull.
“That's right. Me and the wife just couldn't stop oursel--,” he began to say till the sheep ‘bahhed' to interrupt him.
“I don't need the gross details. So where are the kids?” The dad smiled and whistled. The house shook violently and in an instance, the living room went from blue wallpaper to a moving brown and black furry wall.
“Alright kids. Your mom and I are going out. We’ll be back later. This is your babysitter, Jack. Behave And listen to him,” he turned to the sitter an patted his shoulder. “Good luck kid,” and with those encouraging words, he speed on out the door, and the sound of the door slamming turned the walls white with teeth.
“Alright kids. Who wants a stuffed animal?” said the sheep towards the vast collection of pups. “Draw a picture, and I'll make one for you,” the horde suddenly disappeared down the hall. This trick usually did it for him. The moment they all left, the young sitter opened his duffle bag, and pulled out wireless electric clippers. And with a click of a button, they buzzed with life.

Several hours passed……
Wayne returned home, relaxed and mellowed. What he wasn’t expecting when he walked in was a completely different thing in his living room. He began to growl, but sniffed the scent the creature gave off.
“ Jack? What happened? The kids got to you?” the wolf asked. Sitting on his couch was indeed the same sheep that came to babysat. Except He was wool-less. His skin was shiny white, wearing a black tank top and blue pants that looked like they fit him at this size.
“Yes, it's me. The kids are asleep in their rooms. And no, they didn't do this. I did.” Said the sitter, doing a three-sixty spin, showing off his actual self. “I saved up allot of wool to handle your kids. I shaved myself, and made stuffed animals for each of them using my wool. Great for sleep. The kids were all for it. An all day project, but I just put the last one to bed a few minutes ago,” the sheep was packing up his old clothes and Clippers. Wayne was honestly shocked. Anytime they called in a sitter, the kids would maul them. But here was this one, unharmed. He snapped out of it when the kid zipped his bag. “Right. So my fee?”
“Right, right. Let's discuss it outside. Don't wanna wake them,” the Wolfman said, gesturing towards the opened front door.

The door to the house closed. And the two stood outside in the cold night. Wayne pulled out his wallet.
“I really wasn't expecting you to survive the kids. They're a handful,” said the dad, looking at the cash in his wallet.
“That I can understand. But they’re ok once you know how to keep them occupied,” the sheep gestured at the bag.
“It's a shame. That they'll never see you again,” the wolf said at the sound of his wallet slapping closed. Without warning, the wolf lunged at the scrawny snack, drool flying. The sheep only had time to cry a bleep before his entire body was clamped trapped in the long maw. With no hesitation, the father swallowed, sending a five foot bulge down his gullet all at once. His tie snapped off and his dress shirt was undone around his misshaped gut. The belly shook in retaliation, bleeps and cries for help muffled through the fur. “I tried not to eat you. But I couldn't stop thinking about you at dinner. I was expecting a difficult time with all that fluff. But you saved me the trouble by shaving. Shame though. I love how wool feels going down my--,” a powerful belch echoed from the mouth of the dad. The belly shrunk a few inches, and stopped moving. “Guess you couldn't last long without all that fluff. It's a bummer, but oh well. The wife won't be home for a few more hours. Out with the girls after our dinner,” Wayne rose to his feet, patting his sloshy gut. And with that, he went inside to sleep. Leaving the sitter’s bag to sit.