Ring of Mordid

Hi young man.

I bet you wondered how I got this way.

You see, my mice friends were experiments. We were to see if you could drive a mouse to sentience.

However, with that, we built a civilization when we escaped the labs because we knew they'd cut our lights off, force us to kick the bucket so to speak, and though we were mice, we were intelligent.

Once we had escaped, we ran a new country and named it Miceka, it was a chill little escapade. However, one of us found a ring. Now, this ring wasn't anything too special, it had some runes on it, but that's for the design.

My friend, Cheese, took the ol' buddy home and wore it around like a special occasion. It was pretty cool, Rico. Crabs like you would love it as a lil' bracelet or somethin'.

But, then Cheese was hearin' noises. Lots of fuzzy noises. Squeaks, I guess. We thought the generic gene editing got to the poor one, and just let him go about in his own crazy lil' way.

When his hallucinations got too big for him, he had to be sent out of the Miceka because we were what we deemed to be sentient, not geniuses. All we had was some human brain stem cells cooking us from the inside, not anything special.

They injected that into our heads back in the lab.

So I decided I'd go and save Cheese.

When I went to save Cheese, I saw something radical. Cheese had a friend.

Cheese: "Hey, Mate! How ya' doin'? The mice wife's doin' okay with the pups?"

My name was "Mate." My little rats back at home were just fine without me.

"Who's that?" I asked. He had some weirdo towering over him. Hovering. It was some demon looking thing.

"What's that demonic lookin' thing you got there?" I asked.

Cheese was like "I don't know, it came out my ring!"

I straddled towards my old cheezitz (I like to call Cheese "Cheezitz") and asked him "What do ya' mean it came out ya' got dang ring?"

And My old Cheese is like "It came outta my ring!" And I kid you not, that demonic lookin' whatever the hay is was squeaking at us.

It was sayin' stuff like "Do not be afraid."

I then knew something was off. Only angels say that. Why would we even listen? Can't help it if I'm scared of some freak with 33 eyes.

I walked over and told my old buddy "I think it's high time we leave that Satan ring behind and take you back up to Miceka."

Cheese backed away from me and said "Nah, Mate!" Then he just sat on the ground.

I didn't know what was happening, but I told him "I came all this dang way to get y'er crack back into Miceka, so you're coming with me!"

Cheese got up, then put on his ring and said "K, then." I just let him come on home, but that weird ahh thing also came with him.

I was scared. I loved him like a friend, and I couldn't leave him... But you know what I didn't love? The got dang thing followin' us I didn't ask for!

Cheese just kept talkin' 'bout rulin' the world or some sh– and I was tired of it. Weirdo. "Stop talkin' all that gobuldigook!" I squeak.

I look behind us and that weird thing Is chantin' some sh– I didn't ask to hear, so I told it to "Shut all that racket, ya' Gobble wobber!"

I swear if it does one more weird ahh thing like that, I'm leavin'.

Oh, right. I'm already leavin'. I'm leavin' here on my way back to Miceka.

It started garblin' somethin', but it didn't matter to me much.

It's just garblin', we'll let it garble.

Once I got to the borin' ahh border, the guards told me that I wasn't allowed to bring Cheese and whatever it was followin' us, so I burrowed a hole inside my town in the ground, a small one that the gobbledygook couldn't fit into.

I snuck in my man Cheezitz, and he logged at my place for awhile.

Eventually, we had been livin' together for 5 years while I helped him go to the store without gettin' noticed by the fuzz.

My wife and 6 lit lil' mice are in there nests chillin' and stuff. I'm out there sleepin' at home when he woke me up to tell me that one of my kids was chosen to be the "ring bearer," "the one to rule them all."

The heck did that mean?

"He figures your boy’s got what it takes to run the whole show — the big cheese of the bunch!" Said Cheese. The heck? What's this got to do with me sleepin'? I'm goin' back to bed...

The next day, he was sayin' odd stuff like "Once I cart this kid off to Mordid, we’ll be sittin’ pretty — runnin’ the whole joint like we own the place, see?" What?

So I tell him "Hey, uh, why don't we get you ya' own place? Fake name, fake new fur color, you know the deal. This place ain't got no IDs, so, uh... It'll be easy. But a repurposed toyhouse for $3 and you're good."

All the homes here are just thrown out repurposed toy homes.

Cheeze goes "I can’t — I just can’t shack up in some two-bit dollhouse like that!" And I go "Well, why not? Everyone else is doing it!"

Cheezitz gets real mad, and goes "Oh yeah? You figure that’s all I am — just some no-good, grimy old sewer rat? I’ll give you the razzle-dazzle, see? I’ll show you what Roger’s really made of!"

What? All I said was the truth. "If Betsy, our neighbor, can do it, why can't you?" I asked. Seems like a reasonable question.

Then he just storms off like I called him out his name or somethin'.

I was chillin'. Chillin' like a villain when I saw my bro the next golden hour tryin' to take my son, Roger.

Roger is my first born boy. All my others are females. Bro ends up bringing my son off somewhere, and I end up goin' to get him 'cuz "What is y'er crazy self tryin' to do to my seed, boi?"

Cheese is a lil' bent outta shape, so he's givin' me this nasty stank eye.

I just ignored it and was like "Where are y'all goin' without a father's permission, hmmmmm?"

I was a lil' jokey, a lil' corny, but also very serious about my stance that no rat's gonna take off with my brood!

And he's all like "Mordid is going to rule. Mordid is going TO REIGN!!!"

Wut?

Who Mordid?

Sounds like a moron to me.

"Get y'er crazy ahh back here with my boi, Cheezitz!" I squeaked.

Suddenly, the ground! The ground cracked apart! It all opened up and this gigantic th'ang! It done poured up outta the ground like a worm!

I grabbed my lil' boy and rushed his lil' ahh back up in my house!

To Be Continued...