Bad God
By Goose

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Stop asking me.

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So far it had been a rather pleasant eternity for Imhotep, even with the part about being damned. He
didn't mind so much as he suspected he'd be leaving again soon. There was one bit he despised,
however...

Imhotep had been assigned as the Underworld's janitor. This, in itself, was not so bad, but Anubis,
despite millennia of obedience school, was not house trained.

And Anubis was a big, big doggie.

Poor Imhotep never did like animals.

One scenario went a little something like this...

Osiris: Anubis! What have I told you about piddling on the scales of judgment? Now the ma'at is all
soggy! We'll never get rid of the odor!

Anubis promptly turned on the sad puppy eyes and whined pathetically at Osiris. Osiris, having a strange
definition of cute, soon gave in to the ... ahem, adorable apologies of the jackal-headed god.

Osiris: Oh, you poor god. It's not your fault Depends haven't been invented yet. In the meantime…
Imhotep! Get the mop!

Imhotep sighed mournfully. He hoped he was resurrected soon. The Afterlife was hell.

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The End