Werewolf Among Us

It was the morning after, The full moon had fallen beyond the horizon and the sun shone down brilliant rays onto Equestria as it rose in the distance. The sky was a soft shade of yellow before the afternoon sun brought blue skies. The fire in front of Daffy's cabin had gone out due to neglect, only smoke rose from the pit and ashes sat still. The front wall of Daffy's cabin had been severely damaged. The roof had cracked down the middle and collapsed into the structure.

The Ammyville clinic, a small building seldom used for serious purposes as urgent accidents were few and far between in Ammyville, but this morning was different. Sketched Hope laid unconscious in the one and only bed in the building. A unicorn mare with a dull pink coat stood beside, lifting a pen and clipboard with her magic, a blue hue. The mare who stood next to her was none other than Ammyville's doctor, Blue Vessel.

The doctor looked back towards Daffy, who was sitting on a chair by the front entrance, waiting for the doctor's report. He had his saddlebags on, however they looked as though they only had a lone, singular object inside them.

"She'll live." The doctor told, dull in her tone of voice.

Daffy sighed in relief. "Thank Celestia."

"Credit where it's due, she came face to face with the werewolf. And lived." The doctor confessed, monotone in her speech.

"Sketched is tough," said Daffy. "She'll do anything to get her story complete."

The doctor turned back towards an unconscious Sketched. "Heh, yeah. Like harass innocent townspeople." The doctor mocked.

The front door to the clinic burst open, and there stood the deputy and sheriff.

"AMMYVILLE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT REPORTING FOR DUTY! MA'AM!" The deputy eagerly shouted.

"Ha ha!" The sheriff laughed, "That's the spirit!"

"WHAT'S THE SITUATION! MA'AM!" The deputy shouted once more.

"A mare," The doctor calmly explained. "Attacked by the werewolf, but this one survived."

"Who is she?" The sheriff asked.

"The journalist," The doctor explained, "The one from Manehattan."

"Is she conscious?" Asked the sheriff, raising an eyebrow.

"No, and by the looks of it, it's gonna stay that way for at least a few more days." The doctor said.

"Did she crawl over here herself!?" The deputy asked in disbelief.

"That stallion right over there brought her in." The doctor told, pointing her hoof at Daffy.

The sheriff looked over in Daffy's direction and said, with a surprised expression, "You?"

Daffy hopped up from his seat with a serious expression. "We were attacked by the werewolf." Daffy explained. "It ambushed us from the woods. And nearly killed Sketched, destroying my home in the process, BUT." Daffy opened up his bag and pulled out a big silver hook with a chunk of the werewolf's flesh attached to it. "I found the weakness."

"Weakness?" The sheriff asked in confusion, "Can't we just shoot it dead?"

"No." Daffy proclaimed, "There was a scar on it's ankle, where you said you shot it, but no wound. But that's not all, when I managed to hook it's back, it's skin began to smoke and sizzle, and it immediately retreated."

"Huh." The sheriff was impressed, but too prideful to admit it outright.

"If you want it dead," Daffy explained, "Use silver."

"We don't know when the werewolf will attack next, though!" The deputy panicked.

"Actually," Daffy reassured, "Sketched figured it out. Every full moon."

The sheriff and deputy looked at each other. "All these attacks have been happenin' exactly one month apart..." The sheriff reasoned. The sheriff looked over at Sketched, unconscious, and laying in the bed, "You did something useful after all." The sheriff mumbled under his breath.

"I've been working on a plan." Daffy stated.

The deputy and sheriff both looked at Daffy. "We'll return to the office and you can tell us all about it." The sheriff said.

Daffy nodded in response.

Inside the Sheriff's office. The sheriff took off his ten gallon hat and hung it on a peg on the wall right by the entrance. "So," the sheriff began speaking, "Let's hear this plan of yours."

The sheriff, deputy, and Daffy all gathered around a table that was set in the middle of the room. Daffy began to speak. "The werewolf is weak to silver, although it comes out on a full moon night. That means we have 29 days from now to make sure this plan is foolproof. First," Daffy explained, "We're going to need silver weapons."

"Sheriff," The deputy spoke up, "The bullets we've been using are iron!"

"Which is why they barely damaged that son of a bitch." The sheriff responded.

"Right!" Daffy added with a smile on his face, "We're going to need silver bullets."

"Ah!" The deputy's eyes lit up, "I think the shop sells them!"

"So we know how to kill it," The sheriff commented, "But how do we know who it'll attack next?"

"Bait." Daffy smugly replied.

The sheriff and deputy looked at each other. "Steely Dam." They both reasoned, "He's the butcher."

"If my hunch is correct, then the werewolf has an acute sense of smell, which means it may hunt for blood." Guessed Daffy. "Which means we can use raw meat to lure it where we want it to go."

"Then we'll use the silver bullets and shoot it in it's ugly face." The sheriff finished.

"Precisely!" Said daffy, gleefully. "You two, head over to the shop and pick up as many steel bullets as you can afford. I'll get the meat from Steely."

Daffy entered the butchers shop. Various knives hung on the wall, gleaming in the ray of sun that shone through a skylight window. Steely entered the front of shop from a back room, where the butchering happened. Steely looked at Daffy and was silent for a moment, before speaking up and saying "You!?"

"Steely-" Daffy attempted to reason, but was cut off.

"Outsiders like you ain't allowed in my shop! Get out!" Steely ordered.

"Steely, Listen!" Daffy exclaimed, "We need your help!"

"We?" Steely mockingly asked.

"I'm working with the sheriff and deputy. We're going to kill the werewolf." Daffy explained.

"Hm." Steely scoffed, "And you think you can kill the werewolf?"

"I'm sure of it." Daffy affirmed.

"The beast is faster than you." Steely tried to impress upon Daffy, "It will always be one step ahead, there's no point in even tryin'."

Daffy assumed a suspicious expression. "You seem awfully sure that we won't succeed, are you hiding something?"

Steely raised an eyebrow. "Are you accusin' me of bein' a lycan, outsider?"

"I wouldn't without good reason, butcher." Daffy said in a low tone, eyeing Steely suspiciously.

"Hmph." Steely grunted, "Outsiders are always sticking their snout where it doesn't belong. But if you're so sure about killin' it, I'd be a traitor to my town if I didn't help."

"Thank y-" Daffy attempted to confess, but was cut off.

"Don't think I'm doin' this for you, though. The only reason I'm agreeing is out of respect for our sheriff and his hard work."

"Noted." Daffy replied. "The werewolf will strike on the next full moon. We need bait to lure it. Can you do that?"

Steely mocked Daffy's voice, ""Can you do that?" Of course I can. On one condition."

Daffy rolled his eyes, "What is it now?"

"I get to be the one who puts a bullet in it's head." Steely stated.

"Fine," Daffy agreed, visibly irritated, "Whatever gets you to help."

Steely smiled. "Let's kill ourselves a lycanthrope."