He rapes his daughter,
She kills her husband.
Ain't that a happy Family? :P
Fritz: Is there a problem at home?
Cuddles wakes up surrounded by clouds, all purple, pink with intermingled white. Divine light streamed through the clouds above. Was he in...no he couldn't be. There was no such thing. It was like the Wild West or Dan Cooper, It never existed. But like New Orleans flooding, it was there.
Heaven. Toothy wasn't crazy, although he probably was sitting among flames talking to an autistic savant, an incestuous psychologist, and JFK.
One would think a lot of people would be in heaven. Not a soul. No Jesus, No God as far as he could tell. No Mohammed or Zeus, or for that matter, no Bruce Lee. The Rabbit began to feel lonely, sitting down, wrapping his arms around his knees.
Everything stood completely still. The clouds retained their shape, never budging an inch. It was the color of the sky that caught his attention.
Half was a Dawn Pink, the other was Evergreen. It was so lava Lamp like, each side sending small bubbles into the other, expanding and contracting arms that jutted deep into the other color. The edge at which they touched, they ungelated like dancing crowds. as each olor descended to the inevitable horizon, it turned darker, like the sky he knew and loved. Such an alien scene...
Again he looks at the nothingness of clouds surrounding him. It was still motionless. He stood, overlooking the meadow of low bushy clouds. He begins walking, not truly knowing or caring where he went, just if to find the God that supposedly ruled over this realm of white clouds.
After an Hour of walking through nowhere, he spied red grass. He did a Doubletake. Red Grass? WTF!
He had to investigate this red grass. Upon closer inspection, they turn out to be quills, with dandruff impaled on each quill. Attached to the quills was a quivering porcupine. Cuddles knelt down, and placed a friendly hand upon her shoulder. Cuddles is thrown backward in a torrent of multicolored lights, accompanied by the tumultuous sound, like sand being sucked into a vaccuum.
He sits up, looking back at Flaky. She awakens, gasping for breath. He scrambles about, finally pulling himself up to Flaky.
"Flaky, are you okay?" he asks, hesitantly.
She gasps, spitting out a chunk of cloud she probably inhaled. "I'm alright, Cuddles." she smiles faintly.
"We died." Cuddles said frankly.
Flaky snickers, "No shit, Cuddy."
"Well, I was just saying. I've never been awake after I die. It's terrifying, actually..." Cuddles says.
Flaky looks around. "Purgatory isn't like this."
"Purgatory, with your kind of behavior, I thought you'd be dancing in heaven with Mormons and Canaans."
"We all have little flaws." she spits at the rabbit, indignant. "I wasn't a good daughter."
"So? Canaans hate people who speak romantic languages. They go to heaven!"
"Cuddles, just get off the subject."
They sat silently for a few more moments.
"So what do we do?" Cuddles asks. "Nobody is here besides us."
"I don't know." she says, shrugging.
"What did you do that was so naughty?" Cuddles ask, garnering a mean-spirited look from Flaky. Cuddles simply smiles.
"I'm just asking. I grafiti churches and synagogues! I admit that." he says.
She hung her head, debating whether she should admit her sins. Cuddles craned his neck to look her in the eyes. "It's alright. Nothing is wrong with doing something wrong."
Flaky sighs. "I accidentally set my house on fire. It killed my parents, and left me homeless."
Cuddles nods. "There's nothing wrong with that. Lumpy killed many people, and he's still a good person. You are a good person, don't let anything tell you otherwise."
Flaky smiles, and wraps her arms around Cuddles's shoulders. "I love you Cuddles." Cuddles blushes.
"What do you want to do. We still have an hour or two." Cuddles asks, wrapping his arm around Flaky.
She pushes it off. "Do you know how to Dance?"
Cuddles smiles. "Sure."
They stand up facing each other. They lock left hands, and Cuddles puts his hand on Flaky's hip. The two dance around in the clouds, the sky ungelating in a melodic pattern.
Toothy and Samiri observe the two from afar. Flames dance around them, in hell. The Skeletal Cow had whipped up this dreamland for the two amongst the flames of hell. Toothy looks up at the Skeletal Cow's face. "Thanks Dude." Toothy says with a smile.
The Demon looks down at the Beaver. "Don't mention it. You have Your father's soul?"
Toothy shakes his head, "Sorry, I gave it to that guy over there." He says, pointing to a man in denim jeans and jacket with a smiley face button. He gives Samiri an Arrogant smile, then disappears in a poof of smoke.
"DAMNIT FLAGG!"
Less romantic, considering they are dancing in hell...
But review!