Why is there a bear no one said anything about bears! Especially not were-bears! Live were-bears.ย
They were too fast for what Izzy was comfortable with in this particular chase. Plus, he didn't plan on getting chased today, so he really wasn't having fun as he ran across the football field draped in a bear skin rug, interrupting a game, zig-zagging between monsters (who loudly complained as the hulking beast charged after Izzy and sent them flying in the process). Nope, definitely not fun.ย
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"I'm sorry I had no idea it was your cousin I swear I bought it in a thrift store for like five bucks!" he screeched as he almost tripped in the carcass of the deceased relative. In answer, the were-bear let out an even more outraged roar with a hint of mournfulness, which almost made Izzy feel guilty. But then he remembered that the guy wanted to make a goat-skin rag out of him in return, so he deduced that they were even, he just holds the right to run for his life.
After successfully gaining some ground by getting the bear stuck in a jello guy, he sprinted into the locker room and slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and tried to catch his breath. The bear would only be distracted for a few minutes, until he managed to most likely rip out part of its fur to get free, so Izzy had to act fast.ย
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There were several people, all staring at him weirdly, but the nearest to him was a puppy looking werewolf in front of a locker. Izzy tore off the bear-skin from his head and ran over to the wolf.ย
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"Heheheeey bud, how's it goin'?" he asked with a strained smile, eyes nervously jumping back and forth between him and the locker room door. "Listen, be a good boy and tell the bear that I ran straight through here, okie? Thanks!" and with that, he pressed the pelt into the guy's hands, then, "'scuse me, sorry, thank" he squeezed into his locker and gave him a thumbs up and a nervous grin, before trash-compacting himself in the tiny space. This was going to hurt tomorrow.