CRONA FIRST JOB! A GIFT OR A CURSE?

(A/N - Hi everybody! I'm so sorry about the lack of any updates on my stories, Writer's block and the wing of exams really hit me hard. I am working to update all my stories soon I promise! So as a way to start on that promise, I made this as a joke and it really grew. This idea was not mine and was based off a story by Magishy333, however i decided to make that short sweet story into a actually western adventure! I hope you all enjoy this as it was a whole lot of fun!)

In the days of old, there was a western tale of the greatest heroes of the then Reaper Town. These special people saved the town from its biggest crisis and gave it the ability to grow into the place you know now as Death City. The story starts with a pink-haired boy riding near the town, under the light of a full moon…

Crona was leaning back relaxing, while he let his old friend walk at her own pace. Crona knew many men who lost good horses from their baking them, that is why he learn to be patient with old Lass. He was in no big rush to get to Reaper Town anyway as he heard there wasn't really much out here, but he had also heard they have had a problem with bandits lately. Crona moved the hat that covered his face and guessed it was getting to be around midnight from the position of the moon. He looked at the town in the distance, hoping to see a saloon for him and his horse to take a breather at.

It would be nice to have some company that could actually talk back to him. Crona groaned at his stomachs loud aching for food as he had eaten his last box of crackers and drank his last small gallon of cow juice.

"Hey! Chucklehead on the horse! I got a job for you!"

"Did someone really just call me that?" Crona turned to see a weird little man who wore a long strange mask and held a white cane. He was dressed like a barber's clerk, with the white suit he wore. The mask had a long nose and seemed very… real. "Uhh did you want something short shack?"

The man threw his cane at Crona and knocked him a good ten feet off his horse. "Fool! It is you that is in need and I be the one giving, got that Chap? First, you must kill that black coyote with the weird eyes and bring me it's body! Careful it's a really big nuts to crack job! Next, leave me alone and tomorrow I'll give you a special prize! You will even be allowed to stay in my house for the night!"

Crona stood and looked at the dirty old rundown hut. "Uhh maybe in the morning old timer."

The man appeared in front of Crona and again hit him with the cane. "Fool! It must be tonight and here he comes! Go!"

Crona tried to argue, but noticed the little man was already back in his house. He sighed and wondered how he always got stuck with crazies. Crona pulled out his revolver and kept a eye out for a coyote. A whole hour passed before he concluded the man was nuts and he had wasted his time. As Crona was about to leave, a chilling wind blew and the darkness of night grew heavier around Crona. A sharp, almost maddening, voice cut through the darkness like a blade.

"Hahaha! The old stupid goat brought in another wannabe hero to fight his fights. When will he learn they all die? Damn he didn't even try with you did he, I mean pink hair really?"

Crona had struggled a lot in his life because of his hair color, but now even animals were making fun of him now. Some sheriffs even refused to take his status as a bounty hunter seriously because of it. "You gonna actually fight me or run your mouth, I don't have all night!" Crona growled looking around.

"A heated attitude, not bad kid let's see how you do!" A large black coyote formed out of the darkness and grinned, showing each one of its sharp jagged fangs. Crona steeled his resolve and took aim, quickly unloading the whole barrel into the canine. The bullets dissolved into its body and it rushed the bounty hunter. Crona dodged the beasts advances and landed a kick or two on it's face, but he quickly found himself on the receiving end of it's claws.

Crona pushed away the pain of his bleeding chest and studied how the beast would attack and then dissolve back into its dark fog. Crona realized that the coyote would always attack in the areas where the moonlight was not touching. Crona smirked as he prepared his body and tackled the beast into the moonlight "Got ya Dunderhead. Take this!"

Crona unloaded his second barrel into the creature's face and this time the bullets caused black blood to ooze from the coyote. The beast howled and growled in pain, flinging it's blood on Crona's wounded chest. The black blood quickly began mixing with the red of his own. Both of them screamed as unexpected pain filled their bodies and a large black spike sprung out from Crona's chest, puncturing the coyote's neck.

Both fell and the last thing Crona saw was the little man in the mask and a larger man in a black cloak and a white face staring down at him. All he was able to hear was the short one saying, "Well I'll be, the boy actually pulled it off. I didn't plan on that or on this…"

. . .

Crona woke up in a strange dusty bed with a plate of food next to him. He checked his body in the nearby mirror and found that it had completely healed itself. Next to the breakfast was a black golden box and Crona opened it to find a black and white spiked revolver. The gun was warm and felt right in his hands, but there didn't seem like a way to open the barrel. Crona ate and walked out the hut to see Lass had been fed and was ready to go. Crona turned to the house to give the old man his thanks, but the entire house had vanished.

"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder, I hope the town is more normal."

"It's not over yet, now get me some food Fogy!" Crona jumped and pulled out the new gun to see a mouth appeared on it. A familiar mouth with sharp jagged fangs.

"No fucking way, the coyote? What the hell is going on here?"

"Look kid I woke up like this and since you just had to fight back, you are stuck with me till you find me a way back to my old form. You caused this, you fix it!"

Crona rubbed his temples as he ignored the weapons complaining and got on Lass, beginning the slow trip to Reaper Town. Crona was too distracted by his new partner, that he didn't notice the short man and the taller one on a nearby cliff.

"So think he could help us? Those two could be a threat should they learn their new situation. I wager he won't last a week." The small one said as he looked up at his old friend. The big one smiled behind his mask.

"Either way my friend, this will be fun…"