Greely (A creepypasta)

The silhouette of a large, blue wolf against the horizon shook as Greely replayed all the things he had gone through, all he had endured, for this moment.

The alpha, one of the original six and the most adored by fans, had gone completely mad. Liza had warned him that too much activity near phantoms would never lead to anything good, and she had been right. Greely had been exposed to phantom goop, fumes, and the phantoms themselves. All this had affected his mind drastically, and even his body. Tentacles had begun to worm from his legs and chest, piercing the thick fur that had just recently been there.

Greely was not the only person visible on the cliffside plateau.

There was the large, ominous shadow of the phantom king, the great evil known for being in control of all the phantoms. The alphas had destroyed and banished all of the other kings, yet Greely had preserved this last one. "For scientific purposes," he had said upon being asked why. He had lied.

There was another, larger, more evil figure. There was the phantom queen. Unlike the king, she did not have a round figure. Instead, it was lean and bent over as it stretched to her long neck, like a large, dying tree. She had a gaping maw with jagged teeth made in the fashion of stalagmites. She was about 7 times the size of the king, and the only one of her kind that was currently existing.

Greely cackled crazily, clutching his head as he did so. Back at the alphas' lab, a place they healed jammers that had been in too much contact with phantoms, Cosmo and Graham were surveilling Greely. "The lying bas-" Cosmo cut Graham off. "Shh. We have to watch what he does. Remember, he does lie, and this could all be a simple act." Graham fell silent, and they watched as Greely did the unthinkable. Lips pulled back from his teeth, he walked up to the two. Chains encircled them, the chains that Liza had used to imprison them for all these years. And as the koala and monkey watched, Greely sliced the chains off of them with his bare claws. By the time he was done, his paws were mangled and bloody, for the chains were made by the alphas with strong, nearly unbreakable matter. He laughed maniacally again, but a voice rang out. "GREELY!!" He turned towards the voice. Liza stood behind him, her braid whipping wildly in the crazed wind. "What is the meaning of this? You are supposed to protect Jamaa, not unleash terrible monsters upon them! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!" Greely giggled. "Foolish animals. You have never seen past my disguise." "What?" A look of rage and confusion crossed Liza's face. "I never wanted to follow your petty rules! The phantoms helped me when I was too young to repay them. Now that I can, I WILL!!" Liza was petrified with a horrible realization. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Greely laughed crazily yet again, tossing back his head and howling. As he did, the two huge phantom lords hovered behind him, and electricity filled the screen. Gray and white and black fuzz ran across the large camera that Graham and Cosmo were using. "No, no, no... we can't lose Liza too..." muttered Graham, fumbling with the buttons surrounding the place. Portraits of Peck and Gilbert hung from the wall, black curtains hanging from them.

"LIZA!!!!" Cosmo shouted, panic clouding his expression. "LIZAAAA!!!!!!" "It's no use," said Graham, looking towards him. "How will we sustain Jamaa on our own?" asked Cosmo. "I don't know," said Graham.

They both watched as the screen went black.