This idea just popped into my head, and I like creating OC's. So I guess this will be my first attempt of a slice of life-ish kinda story? Rated M because...

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But in all seriousness, I need to put a few warnings though, this story will be pretty dark sometimes. I'm talking about Filicide and traumatizing imagery, so if your uncomfortable with that type of stuff just be careful.

And also, Bea is Bae.


Possum Springs Outskirt

Amos Brady giddily tapped on the wheel as the alligator smiled. His green scales and eyes looking to the side of the Van as he put the vehicle to a stop.

"Alright ya'll! We're here!"

"'Bout time..." The white stork next to him muttered, still absorbed with her phone. "Y'know we've been driving for the past five hours. You said it would only be a 'few'."

"Hey, it'll be absolutely worth it Hoshi." Amos said as he smiled, he pointed at the house. It sat on top a small hill, across a from an upward street. "We literally paid nothing for this place... Which reminds me... Any idea if Vlad's awake?"

Loud European music blared in the back of the van as yelling was heard, movement could be felt. Amos and Hoshi looked at each other before the alligator opened the window on the back, a lynx was busy dancing to a small stereo that laid near the band equipment as he cheerfully sung in his native language.

"Vlad!" Hoshi said in frustration, "Stop that dancing! You're going to break the flooring on the back!"

The feline turned his head before hanging his head down in embarrassment, "Вибачте за незручності. Sorry."

"Um... It's alright Vlad. Just don't be so loud next time." Amos said. The Ukrainian was only capable of a little bit of English, so most of the time Vladyslav usually ranted in his language before speaking one or two recognizable word. It was the only way they were able to understand him.

Vladyslav nodded in understanding before he turned his head, "ми ще там? There yet?"

"Yes Vlad, we're here." Hoshi said as she went back to her phone.

Amos put a hand on the van door as he opened it, letting himself out as he took a breath of fresh air. He diligently hummed a tune, closing the door behind him. His brown jacket and blue jeans absorbing the cold air.

However he stopped for a second.

The side mirror caught his ugly scar that was over his right eye, the line embedded within the green scales of his face and eye lid, forcing his right eye to squint most of the time. He tore his head away as he pushed the sight from his mind, quickly reaching the back of the Van before opening it.

Vladyslav jumped out, bringing a his base guitar with him as the Ukrainian looked at the house. "це добре... Very nice."

Amos nodded in agreement before Hoshi came up next to him, carrying a theremin and a keyboard piano in her arms. "You got the wifi router right?"

The alligator nodded, reaching into the back before grabbing his two instruments, a simple acoustic guitar, followed by an electric one. He hoisted the two instruments over his shoulder as he looked at his two friends. Their van spray painted with the name of their band,

The Foreigners.

"Hey Amos, what about the other one?" Hoshi asked.

"Other one-?" And then he realized, looking at the back of the band to see a dusty banjo sitting at the side. He looked at it, blinking before he turned his head. "Nah, I think I'll leave it in there for now."

"What gives?"

"Hmm?" Amos tilted his head.

"Whenever we move you never take it out of the van. I think I see a cobweb on it." The stork said, Vladyslav nodding in agreement.

The alligator smiled cheerfully, "... Trust me. You don't wanna hear me play it. I'm awful at it."

"Then why do you even keep it?"

He paused, stopping to think of a answer before he shook his head. "Uh, ya'll know me. I'm not a wasteful guy."

Hoshi and Vladyslav looked at him with confused expressions before he turned his head to the house.

"Well enough about that, c'mon. We got a new life ahead of us."

Hill-way House

The doors opened to the house as Amos walked in, followed by Vladyslav and Hoshi as they inspected the place. Hoshi whistled, "Holy shiznit. You weren't lying when you said this place was big."

An ornate stair case went to the second floor, as two walkways showed off the kitchen and the living room. "It's got three bedrooms upstairs. One for the each of us."

"скільки це коштувало? How much?" Vladyslav asked.

"For the house?" Amos asked, the Ukrainian nodded. "Dirt cheap, the place was literally going for a few hundred. The people here wanted to sell it quickly I guess, something about missing relatives..."

Hoshi's eyes widened. "Wow. Sounds pretty spooky."

"Exactly." Amos said as he looked to the side, spotting a door next to the kitchen. "This place will probably need a little fixing though... Let's just do a tuneup downstairs."

Basement

They had all finished putting down the equipment, plugging in the last speaker as Amos test strummed his guitar. A satisfying riff sounding as he put the instrument back down, smiling to himself.

"That's the last one. How's the theremin and keyboard?"

Hoshi looked down at the outlandish instrument before raising her hands, putting her left next to the circular steel rod and her right on the standing tuner. She then began to twiddle her fingers before a sharp yet pleasing electric sound was heard. She then pressed a few fingers on the notes of the piano, the stork smiled as her white feathers ruffled.

"Doesn't sound broken, so it's fine I guess."

Amos turned his head to Vladyslav who was busy tuning his base guitar, "How about you Vlad?"

The Ukrainian plucked a few strings as a low chord was heard before the Slav looked back up, nodding. Amos then clapped his hands together, "Great! I'll check up to see if there's any bars nearby that might want us to play."

"Wait... We got a problem." Hoshi said as she looked at Amos. "What are we going to do about food? I checked the fridge of this place, I don't think anythings been in it for a year."

"Then we'll to go to town, do a little food shopping." Amos put away his guitar. "... Anyways we should check out the area, we're living her now after all."

"Fine, but I call shotgun." The stork crossed her arms, to which Amos smiled.

"Ha! You always get shotgun because I'm the one with a drivers licence."

"Just in case, I don't want to sit in the back like that one time when Vlad got to mooch off the front seat. It was awful and humiliating."

Vladyslav shook his head as the Ukrainian chuckled, "Я люблю вас двох..." He then walked out of the basement.

Hoshi looked at Amos, "Any idea about what he said?"

"Um, I'm not sure... But it was probably something funny."

"Really? What if he's been talking shit about us this whole time? What then?"

Amos smiled, "Then I'm glad he's a friend talking shit and not a stranger talking shit."

"Amos..."

"Yeah?"

"You're too optimistic for your own good."

The alligator chuckled, "It's part of my charm."

Possum Springs

"You got that right Garbo! Now up next, kids are calling it sexting, and it's not what you-"

Hoshi immediately turned off the stereo as she stared at it in shock, "Holy shit. Like what was that even? Was that the news or a radio talk show?"

Amos stared directly at the road, "I have no idea but at least it seemed pretty positive.". Vladyslav nodded in agreement as his head poked through the open metal wall that separated the rest of the van with the drivers seat.

As soon as they passed a building, they drove down a steep road as Amos made a turn, parking the van next to the sidewalk. He immediately got out, as did Hoshi and Vladyslav as they scanned the town.

"Alright... I think I saw a Snack Falcon down the corner when we were driving." Amos said as he tilted his head down in thought.

"Jeez, a Snack Falcon? Those things are everywhere nowadays."

"It'll do. Next time we'll go to that Ham Panther we saw on the highway and buy ingredients to cook real food."

She merely sighed, looking down the sidewalk "Fine... You lead the way."

The alligator nodded, before walking forward, his two band mates by his side as they went down the street. Kicking up autumn leaves as their shoes brushed against the ground. Possum Springs was a peaceful place, and it held a unique cityscape that hadn't been seen with other small towns. Steep winding roads and buildings that stood elevated upon the hill.

Needless to say, it was a mesmerizing sight. A few kids ran past them, a crocodile, a cat, and a bird playing cops and robbers as they ran down the sidewalk. Amos smiled, the sight reminding him of better times. He shook his head, pushing the memories away. It was much easier to focus on the present, it made everything feel better.

The group passed a few conversing town folk, their hushed whispers being heard as Amos picked up their dialogue. "-Gotta leave this town... There's no future here."

"But John, you've lived here for 20 years! You can't just-"

"That was 20 years ago, you gotta know when to book it."

Amos paused as he heard the words, that didn't sound particularly good. Maybe that's why the house he acquired was sold for a very cheep price. He was broken from his thoughts as he heard Hoshi speak out.

"We're already here by the way." The stork said as she looked at her phone.

"Right,-" Amos said as he turned his head to the door, "Here, you guys get whatever you want. I'll pay for it."

"Oh no you don't! You set us up the house. Let me do the paying" Hoshi said.

"No really, I insist that I-"

"я отримав це." Valdyslav said before he casually walked inside, producing a wallet from his pocket.

Hoshi paused before the stork glared, "That Ukrainian son of a-" She immediately ran in after him. Amos paused as he shook his head, smiling, before running in after his two band mates.

Snack Falcon

As soon as he opened the door, Amos was treated to the sight of a classic store chain. Vladyslav picking off bags of Chrunchster off the shelf with Hoshi giving the European a lecture about manners and letting people pay for others.

He turned his head to see a few packaged sandwiches in a heating container. He opened the condensed glass, grabbing a packet before closing it. It was no traditional Cajun Po'boy, but it would do. He turned his head only to be face to face with a yellow fox.

"Jesus!" Amos flinched back as he instinctively put a hand to his heart. "Ya scared me for a second there.-"

"Oh really!? Jeez, I'm super sorry dude! I was just trying to figure out where you were from, that's all!"

He was taken back at the enthusiasm of the Fox's words before he got over it, smiling. "Woah buddy, it's no sweat. I'm from Louisiana."

"AAAAAAAAAAGH! I KNEW IT!" The Fox yelled as he flapped his arms, "I was LITERALLY thinking about how crazy it would be if you were from there! And you actually are! This has to be a cosmic sign or something like that!"

"Who the hell is yelling so loudly!?" Hoshi asked, Vladyslav following her as the stork grunted in frustration. She looked at the black leather jacket wearing Fox, "Who's this?"

"Oh-" Amos turned his head, "Um, what's your name? Mine's Amos. This is Hoshi and Vlad."

"My name is Greggory! But you can call me Gregg! Are these your friends? Where are you two from?!"

"Japan." Hoshi said, Greggory nodded in excitement.

"Cool! And what about you!?" The Fox asked as he barreled over to Vladyslav as the lynx paused before speaking.

"Україна, Ukraine."

"Woah, the three of you are like from the other side of the world..." He then turned his head to Amos, "Except for you... Because your from the states." The Fox immediately changed his awkward tone, "So what brings you guys here?"

"We bought a house." Amos said as he smiled, "The place was pretty cheap."

"Really?! So you guys live here now!?"

"Yeah... As long as we can earn money by playing in a few bars, we'll be staying here." Hoshi explained. Greggory paused before he flailed his arms in a crazed fashion.

"Double AAAGH! You guys are a band!? I'm in one too!"

"Huh, that sounds nice." Amos said as he smiled, his alligator teeth pointing downward, "What's it called?"

"It's called-! I mean-! Well... We don't really have name for it yet... BUT IT'S SUPER AWESOME! Maybe we can get together and have a battle of the bands kind of thing! Like in the movies! Here, I'll connect to you guys on chatterbox!" The fox said as he bought out his phone, "My name is coolfox1231, no caps and no spaces."

The three of them nodded before Hoshi realized something, "By the way. Where's the cashier? We've been waiting here for 5 minutes."

"Oh, you don't need to pay for that, just go right on out!" Greggory said as he grinned.

"What? Wouldn't that be shop lifting?" The stork asked.

"Pfft, I'm the cashier. So therefore I say you guys get to go, scot-free! Here, let me get the plastic bags for you guys to carry it."

Amos paused as he watched the Fox hum a cheery tune, "Oh... Uh, thank a lot Gregg." The alligator said, perplexed at the cashiers attitude.

"Ah! No prob bob!" The Fox finished wrapping up the items before giving it to the group, "Hope to see you guys again!"

"Yeah, you too Gregg." Amos said as he smiled, "You seem pretty great to be around."

"Ha! You know it bro!"

The band left, as Greggory hummed to himself, walking behind the counter before pausing. "What the-" He picked up something that was left on it before his eyes widened, "50 dollars!? What-!?"

Possum Springs

Vladyslav smiled cheekily as the lynx walked out of the store, putting his wallet back into his pocket. Amos and Hoshi were walking alongside each other before the alligator paused.

"Hey guys... You mind if I do a bit of exploring? I'm going to check out the rest of the town. Maybe try to find somewhere that might hire us for the night."

Hoshi looked down at her phone, "Sure, go knock yourself out. Me and Vlad will be back at the Van."

"Alright, I won't make you folks wait for too long."

The two turned the street, leaving the alligator to his own devices. He looked back before straightening his jacket and sleeves, he admittedly wasn't used to cold due to the majority of his child hood being in the south, but he was making adjustments in order to compensate.

He then began to walk down the street, putting his scaly hands in his pockets. Occasionally a car would pass on the street, brushing the leaves away as they fluttered through the air. Amos looked up to see a bar on top of a tunnel, a stair case leading to the elevated building. A few patrons stood outside, taking a smoke whilst nestling a beer.

"Huh, Millers? I'll have to check that out later." Amos said as he walked on, gazing at the tunnel as a sign was alongside it.

Town Center Platform.

He looked down the tunnel, a singular light bulb illuminating the entrance as the tunnel was dank and dark. He turned his head away from the shifty looking entrance before walking on, passing two more stores before one caught his eye.

"A video rental!? I knew Netflix couldn't kill 'em all!" The alligator said excitedly before regaining his posture, looking up at the sign above before he tilted his head.

Video Outpost "Too".

Normally Amos was never bothered by anything, except the choice of wording really got to him. He slowly tore his head away as he dismissed the name, continuing his exploration.

He now reached another store, a big 'For Sale' pasted at the store front of the so called Party Barn.

Amos shook his head slowly, perhaps this town truly was falling on hard times like the folks before were talking about. He then went on to the next oddity, a statue dedicated as a war memorial of some sort.

He walked up to it, his feet planting themselves on the glass as he attempted to get a good look at it.

"Are you new around here?" A young voice asked.

Amos turned his head to see a Mouse sitting down on the bench next to the statue. He tilted his head before smiling, "What gave you that idea kid?"

"Eh, I don't know. Most people just past the statue, it's pretty rare to find someone that actually takes time to look at it."

He nodded in understanding as the alligator looked up, a stone carved Rodent holding a musket was at the top of the slab. "Say, what battle is this memorial exactly for anyways?"

The mouse shrugged, "I can't remember, why don't you ask some adult or something? I'm just a kid."

"Oh yeah? How old are you?"

"14."

Amos paused. Fourteen, the age his Sister would have been if-

He stopped himself, banishing the thought from his head as he blinked before he speaking, "Don't sell yourself short, you seem to be a pretty good judge of character."

"Thanks. I don't really see myself like that but I appreciate the compliment."

The alligator smiled, "You're welcome." Before he walked past the bench, stepping off the grass and onto the sidewalk. "And remember, you're never to young to-"

He bumped into someone who was just coming out of the store, the nudge pushing his shoulder away as he heard someone grunt. He steadied himself for a second before turning his head to see a dropped cigarette, it's ashes fading away.

He looked back to the person, only to be met with a set of glaring blue eyes.

It was a Crocodile, a blu-ish female crocodile by the looks of it. Wearing a drab black dress hoodie, boots, and a pair of thin goth like pants. A white Ankh was stitched in the front of her hoodie. Her smooth scaled face looking at his as she continued to glare at him. She then spoke,

"You made me drop my cigarette."

Uh oh.

Amos's mind immediately went into overdrive, thinking of ways to respond as the scales on his cheek turned blue with embarrassment. "S-Sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going."

She raised an eye, her brows showing faint traces of black eye liner. She then turned around, her crocodile tail swaying as she shook her head before closing the glass door behind her.

He paused as he looked at the store front, blinking before he realized the mouse girl from before was standing next to him.

"That's Beatrice... I think you got on her bad side, she carries grudges for a long time y'know."

"Damn..." Amos said, "How do you know?"

"I dunno, some person told me I was an excellent judge of character."

The alligator paused as a grin grew on his face before he chuckled, the young mouses words making him temporarily forget the embarrassing moment. "Now that right there was smooth."

"Was it? I really can't tell, I'm kinda awkward around people honestly."

The alligator looked at her, "What's your name? Mine's Amos"

She paused, "Lori."

"Well Lori..." He paused before shaking his head, "You need to know that your anxious thoughts that say your awkward just aren't true sometimes, and that little voice in your head, the one people call your inner voice? Sometimes it's better to just throw caution into the wind and not listen to it."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Amos said before looking back down. "Except if it's telling you to not do something messed up... Like killing someone... Yeah that wouldn't be good."

"Too bad mom ignored her's..."

His eyes widened before he closed his eyes and reopened them, silencing his inner monologue as he focused on the young girl next to him.

Lori looked up at him, "Don't worry, I watched enough horror movies to know what's right and wrong."

"... Huh, do ya now?" Amos asked.

"Yep. When I grow up, I'm gonna be a horror movie director. Direct a really awesome gory one."

Amos smiled, "Sounds nice. I used to watch a lot of monster movies when I was young."

"Cool." Lori said, "I should head back now. My dad's probably waiting for me."

"Fair enough. My band's waiting for me too."

Lorio seemed perplexed. "You're in a a band? What position are you in?"

"Lead singer and guitarist."

"Woah... That's like doing two things at once."

"Eh, ya get used to it." Amos said, Lori nodded before she walked off, waving her hand.

"Well, it was cool talking to you Amos. You're a pretty rad dude."

"Feeling's mutual kid, keep you're head straight and your mind positive. It'll help."

Lori nodded as she smiled before walking down the sidewalk, disappearing beneath an underpass. Amos's smile slowly dissipated before sighing, looking back at the store front.

The crocodile named Beatrice stood behind the counter, her eyes looking down. She seemed to be bored, tired, yet even then there was something that made her stand out to Amos, he couldn't place a hand on it. Perhaps it was the fact that she held herself with a certain type of mature grace. Something which heavily contrasted to most people he had met before. Maybe he could try and talk to her?

He paused before shaking his head, he considered himself an optimist, but even he knew when something was impossible. His inner voice felt the need to speak up,

"She's already put you on her blacklist, and you're just thinking that about her because you find her attractive. If you know what's good for the both of you... Then don't even bother."

Amos turned his head away before walking away from the OL' PICKAXE. He couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite, giving in to his inner voice after giving that lecture, but then again... Everyone's a hypocrite to some degree.

Millers

The alligator had reached the bar on his way back to the Van, walking up the steps as he passed a crocodile and a bird as they conversed out in the front. He opened the door as he turned his head.

It was a pretty depressing place by the look of it, a few were sitting down as they silently nestled a beer, talking in hushed tones. Back in New Orleans there would have been people laughing and cheering to forget about life, here it looked as if life had already caught up with them. A few patrons were playing on a pool table, organizing shots in the back room as they lit a cigarette.

And then he spotted a small stage in the corner, for bands to play on. But it looked deserted and abandoned from the lack of use as the flooring on it seemed dusty.

Amos turned his head to the bartender, who was silently cleaning a few cups, the employee looking down.

"Uh, 'scuse me sir?" Amos spoke to get the mammals attention.

The dog looked up, "Yes?"

"You think I can have a talk with the manager, see if he's hiring a band?" Amos asked, the dog paused before he looked back down.

"That would be me. I'm Miller. The owner of this establishment."

"You work the bar?"

"And the building, and the cleaning, pretty much everything." The dog looked back up, "What music does your band play?"

Amos paused, "Rock mostly. But anything's fair game."

"Band name?" Miller asked.

"The Foreigners."

The dog paused before he looked back down, "You're hired. It's been a while since a band last played here. I'll pay you extra if you can get these poor bastards to forget about life for a while. Be here tonight."

"Oh." Amos said, he was slightly surprised at how quick and easy it was. Regardless, he grinned. "Don't worry sir, we'll put on a good show for ya'll."

"Hopefully..." The dog mumbled.

Van

Amos had finally reached the van again, as he opened the door. Hoshi was sitting down with her legs bunched together, looking at her phone as she spoke, "Took you long enough. Did you find someone that was hiring?"

"You bet." Amos said as he sat down, grabbing twisting the keys as the vehicle came to life. "It's at a bar called Millers, we'll play there tonight."

"Tonight?" Hoshi asked before she shrugged, "Eh, guess we don't anything better to do for the rest of the day. But damn... I'll have to hoist all my musical crap back into the van."

"You'll survive." Amos replied cheekily.

"Says you! I need to carry a keyboard and a theremin! You have any idea how heavy that shit is?"

"Я можу тобі допомогти." Vladyslav said as he poked his head from the back, "I will help."

"Yeah, so will I. We help each other out. That's what we've always done."

Hoshi paused before she turned her head to the window, "I guess..."

The alligator turned his eyes to the road as he began to drive, the van going forward upon the road as it went uphill.

Back to their newly acquired home.


Amos - Age 22

Hoshi - Age 17

Vladyslav - Age 31

So give this story a honest review, I'll appreciate it. And like my other fan-fiction, there'll be lots of musical references from time to time. I'm not really planning on writing any lyrics and neither am I going to plagiarize.