Part 6 – Undead Plight
"Okay, Judy. Here's all the files under the name Lyonsmane."
"Thanks Reggie," The bunny replied as the lynx placed a stack taller than her on the reception desk for his department.
"Are you sure you don't need any help with that?" He asked as Judy effortlessly hefted the pile.
"Nope," she simply replied. "I'll be sure to bring these back as soon as I'm done."
"Alright. Just be careful."
As Judy made her way out of records, she was surprised by her new-found strength. The files easily outweighed her, and yet she was hauling them through the precinct as if they were a pile of pillows. Fortunately, most of the officers were off-duty at this time of the night; otherwise, Judy would've most likely gotten a lot of weird looks. She passed by Clawhauser, who didn't give her a second look, as she made her way up the stairs towards her desk. She almost made it to the top of the steps before the cheetah called her out:
"Oh. Em. Goodness! Judy! Are you working out?"
"What? Oh! No!" She hastily replied. "These aren't as heavy as the-EEEYYY!"
Judy had leaned back a little too far in her step and started falling down the staircase, papers and folders flying everywhere.
"OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! Judy! Are you okay?!" Clawhauser cried as he rushed over to her aid.
For the first time that night, Judy was grateful that she was already dead. The fall hadn't hurt at all; it just turned into a big inconvenience.
"I'm fine Ben," the bunny stated as she sat up and started brushing herself off.
"Uh… You sure about that?" He asked while pointing at her left arm with a look of concern.
Judy looked down and, sure enough, found her arm hanging limp off of her body. It swayed a bit when she rocked back and forth to test that it was still attached; her arm had merely fallen out of its socket.
"I-I'm fine, heh-heh," the bunny nervously chuckled as she grabbed her arm and popped it back into place.
Clawhauser just looked at her with a look of fear.
"How-?" He tried to asked.
"It's a… Party trick that I used to do in high school," she lied with a nervous smile.
"Oh okay… Judy?"
"Yeah Ben?"
"Promise me to not do that in front of me again?"
"Promise."
…
Judy had decided that it would be better not to challenge the staircase a second time and opted to find an empty room to begin her research. She wandered into Interrogation Room 3 hoping nobody was currently using it.
"Umm… Are you here to question me?" She heard a voice ask as she entered the room.
The bunny turned to get a better look at who was speaking, it was a goat dressed in shimmering cloth and decorated with much jewellery.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this room was free," She apologized to the doe as she made to leave.
"Wait! Could you keep me company for a bit? The other officer left an hour ago and I've been all alone here," she pleaded.
While Judy knew better than to interfere with another officer's interrogation tactics, she couldn't help but agree.
"Five minutes, okay?"
"Thank you!" The doe cried as she got up from her seat and grasped Judy's paw. "I'm Marie, by the way."
"Judy. Pleased to meet you, Marie."
"Oh… You're cold…" Marie stated as she let go.
"Sorry, must be the lack of heating," the bunny tried deflecting.
The doe only shook her head.
"No… It has to be that awful aura around you causing it."
"What?"
"Thing is… I'm kind of a psychic," she admitted to the officer.
"Oh… Uh, okay…" Judy stumbled as she felt a bit nervous.
"Here. I can help you get rid of that. You'll feel better, trust me," the doe smiled.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm feeling fine hones-"
The psychic placed a hoof on her forehead, freezing Judy in place. Her eyes glowed a bright blue as a shimmer appeared all over Judy's body.
"There, all gone. You should be feeling better-"
Judy's body crumpled to the floor and was buried under the pile of files.
"Uh-oh," the psychic meekly said as she stared at her mess.
"Yeah. Uh-oh indeed!"
The doe looked up to find Judy's soul hovering at eye level, her foot stomping empty air.
"You can fix this right?" The bunny asked.
The doe simply fainted, adding to the pile.
"Oh sweet cheese and crackers… LUCY!"
Judy's phone buzzed at her cry for help.
"Very funny Lucy…"
…
"…And make sure to stay away from exorcists too," the vixen told her over the phone. "They're even more annoying than psychics."
"That's the least of my worries right now," Judy replied as she stared at the files strewn all over the place.
"Oh, I can help with that."
Of their own accord, the papers that covered the floor made their way to the table and organized themselves in their appropriate folders. The neat stack was made in a fraction of the time Judy would have taken.
"Thanks Lucy."
"Eh, you wasted enough time in the lobby; I figured you could do without the extra hour," she nonchalantly answered.
"Wait, what?"
"Bye!"
Slightly pissed off, Judy took her stack of files and left the room, leaving the psychic unconscious on the floor.
AN: The woes of the undead...