Home.
It was a cool early spring morning in the small town of Montpelier Vermont. The sun had just rose over the hills casting a beautiful sunrise on the town. The streets were near empty with only a few cars driving by the streets. Businesses still remained closed and some houses were still dark. However it was different at one house. One lonely house that sat on a small hill not too far from the town. The house looked like a mansion that was built around the early 1950s, having a bit of a 1950s look on the exterior. White paint with a few glass panes on the top and bottom of the building, even having a small little window in the attic.
The interior was decorated very fancy like and not really post modern. It was actually decorated in the style of the 1980s. With vintage 80s style wallpaper and carpet in every room of the house except for the kitchen, dining room and attic. The kitchen and dining room had red tile flooring much like old restaurants from the 80s. Even the lights and lamps inside the house looked to be from the 80s or possibly early 1990s. Two furs named Brian and Luna Summer had been living their since they first fell in love and married. The house they were living in apparently was Luna's grandparents house before they passed.
And when they did, Luna didn't want to change anything and keep it just the way it was. Of course maybe change only a few things like the rugs and carpets replacing them with new ones since the old ones were completely filthy and dirty, covered with stains that looked like they were there for ages making them completely unremovable. While the rest of the town were just getting up, Brian and Luna were already fully active and awake. Brian was working in the attic fixing Luna's grandfather's little model town. He was sitting on a small stool while slowly taking a small paintbrush and repainting some old model buildings that were slowly starting to lose color.
Luna came in with a warm smile and walked up behind her husband with a gift behind her back. Today was the 5th anniversary of their wedding and eas hoping that her husband remembered. He nearly forgot last years, but only because he he had amnesia after falling from the roof of the library when he was re-shingling it. He was fine and only suffered from it for a few weeks before he returned back to normal. While Brian was working hard on repainting a few model buildings, Luna appeared from behind and gave a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy anniversary, honey!" she pulled out her gift from behind her back and held it out for Brian to which he smiled and happily accepted. He tore off the green wrapping paper slowly until he saw the vehicle sitting on a small stand in the plastic box. He couldn't believe his eyes on what he was holding. "A 1971 Lamborghini P400 8V!" He exclaimed in surprise, holding the diecast collectible in his paws. Brian always liked to collect classic diecast cars from the old erra. 50s, 60s, and 70s. He had a big collection in their bedroom closet. Some even sat out on their bookshelf too.
"Where did you get this?" He asked her with a surprised expression as he threw his head back up to look at his wife. Luna chuckled, "My Aunt Audie got it for me in Aurora," she responded, smiling in hope of getting something good back in return to which she did when Brian reached his hand behind to a small table behind him and picked up her gift which was wrapped in white wrapping paper and topped with a small red bow, he held held it in front of her.
"Aw, you shouldn't have!" she smiled when she took it in her paws. "I wonder what this could be," she tore off the wrapping paper and smiled when she saw what it was. A painted portrait of the two standing in front of their house which made Luna nearly cry in happiness from what she was seeing before her very own purple wolf eyes.
"It's wonderful babe!" She told him giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And..." Brian started while setting the collectible down very gently on the table. "I was thinking about where we should go to spend our anniversary." He smiled and started naming off a few places they could go to as they walked downstairs. "We could go to California, there's Florida, we can visit your Aunt and Uncle in Texas." The two walked down to the kitchen to start making breakfast for themselves when they heard a knock. Luna went to check the back door and found their real estate agent Bianca standing at their.
She was wearing a pink dress shirt with her long brown hair tied in a bunny-tail. She was looking gorgeous as if almost she had a date or something. Her blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun. "Hi, Luna. I know it's your guys anniversary today, but I got big news!" She started getting excited. "I just got an offer for $500,000 for the house from a family in Massachusetts." Brian and Luna were an only couple and had no kids. They did have a few talks about having a kid in the future.
Their agent was tempting and always trying to get them to move somewhere else so the house they were living in now could be sold to a family.
"I already told you how many times. I'm not leaving this house, this was my grandparents. I promised them before they died that I would take care of it!" Luna explained with anger in her voice before closing the door on Bianca's face. She sighed and walked away. Luna walked back over to the open grill to flip some bacon as Brian finished with his breakfast parfait. "Was it Bianca again?" Brian asked. Luna nodded as she threw her bacon on a plate next to her and then walked over to the dining room to sit down.
"Yeah, she just got an offer for $500,000 if we move!" Luna bit into her bacon and chewed it roughly. The bits and pieces cracked and crunched under her sharp white teeth.
*
After a while, Brian makes his way upstairs to grab something and yells down. "Hey, Luna, we should probably get going we're gonna be late!"
"Alright!" Luna yells back up. She grabs her coat and keys and waits by the door. Brian comes back down and the two head off. They leave for the hospital where the two work. The hospital sits all the way on the other side of town near the mountains. It's not really as big as any other hospital in the US but it's pretty big. Their are two buildings. One used as the main hospital and urgent care, while the other building is used as offices and clinics.
Brian and Luna both worked on the East Building in the main hospital as they were paramedics.The two jumped in their car and began their journey to work. The birds sat up in the green tall oak trees and chirped.
"Well what about the Bahamas?" Luna mentioned to her husband. Her purple eyes darted to him. "Nah," Brian shook his head. He flicked his ears. "I don't feel like going anywhere tropical..." He turned his head to look at Luna, "Yet!"
A short drive later, they arrived. The two parked inside the parking garage which had just reopened back up after months of remodeling and construction. Instead of it being gray like it used to be, it was now purple and white to match the colors of the hospital. Montpelier General Hospital. The two left inside and clocked in for the day, then headed down to the medic docks and first checked their schedule before leaving.
"Alright, Luna, looks like it's your turn to drive," Brian was reading the clipboard which had the medics schedule for the week and their positions. Luna smiled as she always liked to drive the ambulance. She walked over to the side of the vehicle and unlocked it before jumping in. Brian soon followed and the two buckled before Luna turned on the truck. Even though their was no call for them, they decided to take a drive through the small town.
It was nice and peaceful. Seeing the leaves on the trees, the fresh green grass growing back, some snow leftover from a previous snowstorms still filled some areas but it was fine. They passed their favorite restaurant and continued driving straight when they came to the railroad tracks and were unaware of an unexpected turn of events that would lead to their demise.
Inside the ambulance, Brian kept talking about places where the two could go for their anniversary trip. "Are you sure you wouldn't wanna go to Venice or Rome?" Brian named off a few places that seemed like the perfect place for the two to go, but Luna didn't think it was a good idea and instead mentioned about going to somewhere in Australia like Sydney.
While crossing the railroad tracks, their ambulance would become stuck when the sticks lowered and the bell rang alerting that a train was approaching. "Shoot!" Luna said as she looked around for which way it was coming. To the left of them, a large yellow boxcar train was coming. Luna and Brian panicked while trying to abandoned ship to no avail. "The doors are stuck!" Luna exclaimed. She was yanking on the door handle trying to get it to budge but it wouldn't. She looked out the window and saw the train getting closer and closer which made her scream.
"Break the window!" Brian suggested as he started trying to break the window with the end of his seatbelt. He could hear the train horn as it neared. The two turned to look and screamed before... They were struck. The train slammed into the side of the ambulance pushing the side inward and causing it to turn on its side and burst into flames a few minutes later.
*
Back home, Brian and Luna walk in through the front door after their accident. They both appeared to have a few cuts and scratches on their arms and faces. Dazed and confused about what had happened.
"Ah, my head!" Moaned Brian. "Are you ok?" He turned to Luna.
Luna nodded. She had a hairbrush in her left paw and was brushing some dirt out of her long purple hair. The two walked in front of a mirror to check out their bodies for how bad they were cut up. When they did, they found something strange and unusual.
"Where's our reflection?" Luna says as she stares into a mirror but doesn't see herself. The only thing they could see was the reflection of the background. Brian waves his hand in front of the mirror as he doesn't see himself either. Luna picks up a toy horse and shows it in front of the mirror. Strangely it looked like the horse was floating in mid-air.
"Maybe it's just an illusion," Brian rubs his head which has a small cut on it. He didn't remember anything that happened. He didn't remember the accident or anything. The only thing he could remember was screaming and everything turning black with a mild ringing sensation before it faded. He turned to his wife Luna who is staring with wild-eyes at something. She looked shocked and surprised like she had seen a ghost.
"Brian..." she pointed to the coffee table. "Look." Brian looks in the direction of Luna's sharp nailed finger to find a hardcover book sitting on the coffee table. The book was brown and looked old and dusty. There was a picture of a man and woman walking into the sunset with text above reading in bright gold letters which made the two gulp in confusion with a tad bit of fear. "The handbook for the recently diseased?" Brian reads the text on the front of the book.
"Deceased," Luna corrects him. She still had her look of complete fear and confusion on why and who could've left this book sitting on their coffee table. It was a book that neither of them owned. They wondered how long it had been sitting there for. With no hesitation and still uttered shock and fear, Brian slowly opens the book and reads through the dates which were marked from 1650 all the way to the current year they were in. He continued to look through the book and flip through pages that were filled with nothing but a bunch of rubbish and stuff they didn't understand.
"I don't get it!" Brian says while looking through the book. He closes it and sets it back down before walking towards the front door. He wanted to retrace his steps and figure out what had happened to them to end up in the predicament they were in. He opens the front door and walks out onto his porch only to end up in a strange unworldly place that looked like a desert. The sky around him was blue and dusty. He heard a strange sound and caught a glimpse of something moving around in the sand before Luna reached her hand out and pulled him back into the house.
"Brian, where did you go?" she tells him. Brian blinks a few times. He turns to Luna and asks her 'what?' He saw Luna had a few tears in her eyes as she wrapped him in a hug. "Oh, Brian, you were gone for so long." Long? He was only outside for one second.
Later during the day, Brian and Luna were up in the attic while still trying to figure out what had happened. They were so confused and had no memory of the accident. It was like their memory was wiped clean of anything and everything. They didn't remember waking up, they didn't remember eating breakfast, they didn't remember going to work, they didn't even remember driving or the conversation they had in the car.
Brian was sitting on a chair while trying to figure out what the handbook that was sitting on their coffee table earlier was about. He had it in his hands and was reading through the pages in confusion.Then something struck Luna while she was pacing around. She whispered to her husband. "Brian. Do you think we're dead?" He shrugged in response while still reading through the book. It was just basic stuff on hauntings and rules that new afterlife comers had to follow. All that was written in the book just didn't seem to make sense to the furry deer and his mind. Not really any text or paragraphs were clicking.
"This book reads like stereo instructions," he lowers the book from his face and shakes his head. "Listen to this; 'Geographical and temporal perimeters. Functional perimeters vary from manifestation to manifestation'."
Luna sighs and begins pacing wondering what will happen to them. It didn't seem like nothing was happening to them. If they were dead how come their was no light to take them to heaven for judgment. "I just don't get it!" Luna throws her hands up. Her purple eyes narrowed down on the floor as she thinks. "Are we halfway to heaven? Are we halfway to hell?" Her arms flank down besides her. "How long is this going to last?"
"Maybe this is heaven," Brian shrugs and Luna frowns with a look of unenthusiasm on her face, telling him that if this were paradise their wouldn't be dirt and dust everywhere, and their would be more light and an angelic choir. They would have their wings and halo which they didn't which proved that they weren't anywhere besides in their own home. Brian sighs while rubbing his face and tosses the handbook to the side. It surprisingly lands opened to a page with two different paragraphs on how to deal with being dead.
Luna walks up to the table and starts reading the pages which take her by surprise. "Hey, Brian, look." She takes the book in her paws and shows Brian the last page that contains emergency instructions on how to possibly crossover. Brian takes the book and smiles, carefully looking through the instructions and decides to give it a shot. "In case of an emergency. Draw a door," he mutters out of the side of his mouth. He stands up, grabs a piece of chalk that he had sitting next to him and walked over to the wall and drew a door just as the instructions followed.
He takes a look at the book again and nods. He knocks on the drawn-on door three times and Luna looks confused. The two wait for a minute before the wall suddenly opens up like a doorway casting a green mist glow around the attic. The two gulp in surprise, and slowly and nervously walk into the green misted light. The wall door closes behind them with a loud slam that echoed. The two continued to follow the green light until they ended up pushing through another door which lead them into a place.
A place that was full of a bunch of other deceased people. But not like anthropomorphics like they were, instead they were human. Every deceased soul that they saw was human. Luna's eyes are widen in shock. She had never seen a human ever in her wolf life. She was only used to seeing other anthropomorphics. Luna slowly takes a step forward but nearly trips over something. When she looks down she notices a tiger which looked to be clamped onto a human boys leg.
The boy was a teenager presumably around the age of seventeen to eighteen years old. He had short auburn brown hair and hazel brown eyes, and wore black thick rimmed glasses. His skin appeared to be tanned but also pale at the same time. He wore a dark green camouflage jacket which looked like it had been clawed at, and black pants which appeared to have dirt marks on them. The teenage boy was holding a hunting rifle in his right hand and was frowning as he looked up at the wolf lady.
"Sorry," Luna apologized as she stepped over the tigers body, past the boy who remained silent and only sighed with sadness. Brian followed. Luna stopped and gasped when she saw the other people who appeared to be dead as well. Their was a bald man who looked like a motorcyclist and possibly a leader of a bikers club while sitting next to him was a priest dressed in a 1960s fashion style. He had pale white skin and short raven black hair and blue eyes which were focused on a book; (presumably the bible.)
Their was even a woman who looked like a nurse who had a scalpel in her throat and a dry blood stain on her white nurses outfit. Luna turns to her husband and whisperers much to her horror and surprise. Brian nods and leads her to the receptionist who was surprisingly not a human. Instead she was a hellhound with red eyes and long silver white hair. She seemed annoyed when she saw the two standing in front of her. "You don't have an appointment do you?" she says.
"An appointment with who?" Brian asks confused.
The hellhound rolls her eyes with an annoyed grunt. "For my stupid friend and his idiotic fucking freaks. They're your caseworkers," she informs them. She then hands the deer a clipboard and tells him what to do. "Fill this out. You spend 365 days on earth in the house you lived in before you died, during which you get only three class-one D-90 intercessions with my friend and his freak of friends." She explains before letting out a sigh. "You two fuckfaces probably haven't even read through the manual completely yet."
She goes back to her phone for a minute and then her head peeks back up to call out to an awaiting deceased person who was an obese elderly man who appeared to have died from choking on a turkey leg. Brian and Luna take a seat in the waiting room. Everything is quiet, nobody saying a word. Their was classic music that faintly played over a P.A system that sounded like Ludwig Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Brian looked over the paperwork that the hellhound had given him and started to fill it out.
Their were simple questions on it. The third page was blank paper and above were text written in black which gave him instructions on to write a hundred-page letter on what the person did throughout their life from birth all the way until their death. Afterwards, Brian handed in the paperwork and sat back down next to his wife.
Sitting next to him was a young man who looked like he had died in a fire. His clothes were burnt and black as ash and his skin was near melted off exposing a bit of flesh and bone. He was holding a cigarette in his right hand and a carton of cigarettes in his left hand.
When he saw the young handsome deer sitting beside him looking board he decided to offer him a smoke to which he declined saying that "doesn't smoke." The man nods with respect and whisperers to him that he's "trying to cut down smoking himself." After a few minutes of complete silence Luna breaks it when she whispers to her husband, "Brian, is this what happens when you die?" She felt bad for all the poor people and how they were tragically killed. Especially the teenager with the tiger clamped onto his leg.
"This is what happens when you die," the hellhound interrupts. She points to the burn victim, "that is what happens when he dies!" Then she points to the nurse and motorcyclist as well as a few other people. "And that is what happens when they die! It's all very personal." The hellhound goes back to her phone while, "You fucktards should get it by looking at all these dead bastards. Look at yourselves!"
Well that answered Luna's question. She felt a bit embarrassed even asking. Everything went back to being quiet when a man could be heard yelling and arguing before the backdoor opens revealing a red skinned demon dressed in a black tuxedo. He calls out, "Summer, party of two. Grab your handbook and follow me to the sixth door."
Brian and Luna look at him and chuckle. "We forgot our handbook," Luna tells him. Everyone stares at her. The demon crosses his arms and starts to get angry. "Come on you dickless furballs, I haven't got all day!" Brian and Luna follow him in through the offices which are full of a bunch of people who were dead and looked like they had committed suicide. People who had hung themselves dangled from the ropes they hung themselves with and were pulled along using a wire. They held paperwork and were dropping them off at nearby desks.
"All new arrivals report report to waiting room number eight," a voice over a P.A system announces. "Flight 370 is arriving at gate three."
While walking, the red skinned demon attempts to strike up a conversation with the two furs who don't seem interested in talking with him. He even tries to hit on Luna but she isn't interested. "So ambulance crash. That's a new one..." He says flipping through a book of different aircraft and automobile accidents that had occurred. He continues to lead the way and leads them down a narrow hall until they arrive in front of door number six.
"Here we are. Home sweet home. Just step on in," the demon says with a smile, holding the door open for the two furs. Brian turns back and asks. "Wait, aren't you our caseworker?"
"Indeed," the demon says. "The name's Blitzo. But you may refer to me as Blitz!" He watches as they walk on through and even allows himself in. Upon walking inside, Brian and Luna find something off. Their whole house was different. All of their furniture was gone and seemed to be replaced. In fact their whole interior appeared to have been remodeled and renovated. Their house was now decorated in a modern look instead of an 80s style like it was before. White paint coated the walls with modern day furniture pressed against it.
Was this even home or the right house? It sure didn't seem like it according to the two furs who were confused on what had happened to their house. Brian turned to Blitzo and asked, "What happened to our house? How long have we been gone for?" The demon assassin laughed for a sec before speaking up. "Three months. Time flies by quicker when you're dead." He turned to leave but was stopped by Brian who asked what they were supposed to do now.
Of course the demon wasn't any help as he kept touching all of the furniture that wasn't even his or the furry couples.
He reached in the fridge and grabbed a beer, cracking it open and chugging one after another getting highly intoxicated. "That's for you to figure out!" He told the two furry's between slurs and more chugging until he was completely drunk. "Well, my work here is done." He dropped the bottle he was holding, stumbling his way towards the door.
"Bye for now. And Luna... has anyone ever told you that you have a nice... *burp* ass. You should be with me and not a weak deer like Bambi over there!"
Brian growled and shoved the demon against the fridge knocking over whatever glass bottles were on top. They crashed and broke against the wooden tile floor. "Watch it, buddy! You're lucky I don't drop kick you!" He told him.
Blitzo chuckles. "Try me bitch! I got a hellhound daughter that'll really rip your heart out of your body!" He stumbles a bit before crashing on the floor with a loud thud. The lights upstairs flipped on and the sound of footsteps pounding on the creaky steps echoed through the house. "Who's there?" the voice yelled out. Brian thought he recognized the voice. "Logan?"
The shadow of a fox casted over the carpet as it continued to grow larger until the anthropomorphic fox appeared from behind the corner into the kitchen. Brian sighed as he realized it was just his friend Logan who he had know since elementary school. He waved to him but Logan didn't wave back. He just looked around the kitchen noticing the glass wine bottles shattered and spilled all over the clean kitchen floor.
"Ah, fuck! All over the clean floor!" He sighed. He runbed his eyes with his left paw and turned back around and went back upstairs. "Oh well, I'll clean it tomorrow."
Strange. Logan didn't see Brian, nor did he see Luna. Blitzo stood up with the help of the counter. "Nobody can see you when you're dead. When you're a lone spirit still walking the planet, nobody can see you. But when you're, uh... Um... in a permanent place. Then people should see you. Take care now!" He stumbles away but not before yanking on Luna's smooth white wolf tail when he walks past her and slapping her butt while pretending to ram her.
"Oh yeah!" He says. He stumbles away into some kind of portal that opened up in front of him and disappeared into it.
Brian and Luna stare at each other for a moment while contemplating what they should do now they are back home. A home that just didn't seem like theirs. This was the right house right? I mean it sure did look like theirs. The windows were in the same position and the kitchen tiles were kept the same checkerboard pattern.
The two walk out into the living room where they see two young teenage foxes sleeping on the couch next to another one. One fox looks like he's in a deep sleep as so is his female counterpart. She was snuggled up against the male and had her left arm stretched across him. Brian walked up to the male fox on the couch and snapped his fingers in front of him.
"Heavy sleepers," Brian whisperers to his wife. Luna walks up to the two, standing alongside her husband with a face expressing despair and sadness about the house she promised to take care of until the day she died. It was now ruined. Their vintage 1980s style home was gone forever. She turned her back and decided to brush her tail against the two sleeping faces to see if she can get their attention.
"What are you doing?" Brian whisperers to his wife.
"Kids can usually see ghosts, so I'm going to see if I can wake them and ask about what happened to our house!" Luna's reply was near sharp and almost angry. Her tail swished and brushed along the teens faces. They snickered and chuckled lightly as almost as if her tail was doing nothing more than tickling them.
Luna stopped and slammed her foot on the ground. "Grrr..." she snarled while trying to think of the right word to say. She started to sync her lips to say "fuck" but stopped herself. She took a few slow deep breaths until she had fully calmed. She swished her wolf tail a bit from side to side.
"Come on, honey, we should probably get some rest," Brian whispered to his wife as he put his hand on her shoulder. He turned to leave for upstairs to his bedroom. Luna would follow him. When they were halfway up they heard the TV go off which caught their attention. "Woo-hoo. Hahahaha! Woo!" A man on the TV said. When the two furs turned their heads to the 45 inch TV set they saw a familiar face.
At least it's what they thought was familiar. It was a clown demon who was dressed up in an early 1900s miners outfit who was seen in some sort of mineshaft pickaxing at some rocks. "Woo! Having troubles with the living?" He dropped the pick-axe he was holding turning his head to face the camera. His yellow eyes looking directly into them. This caught the attention of Brian and Luna as they walked towards the TV.
"You just can't stand having them take over your space? Are you tired of first being dead and coming back to your home seeing it completely renovated. Well I'm the guy to seek, I can help you get rid of those pesky pests. Free of charge, unless you want me to suck the dick off your teenage boy I can do that too. But as of now, I can only get rid of the living. Call me your exorcist for those fresky farmits. Humans be gone! I'll scare them real bad. Don't believe me! Hell I'll possess myself if I have to..." He got down on his back with his legs in the air. "Yow! I got demons running all through me!" He quickly jumped back up to face the camera. "Just remember, call me at 1-800-dee-mons and tell me your problem... I'll be there faster than you can say 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia'!'" He ended off with a laugh before the TV switched back off.
Brian and Luna exchanged glances for a second and stood back up. They went upstairs to their bedroom where they saw Logan and his wife sleeping in their bedroom calmly. Even the bedroom was completely remodeled. The wallpaper had changed from lime green to plain ghost white. Luna gritted her teeth angrily. She let out a low growl and stomped her way towards the sleeping fox and yelled "boo!" in his ear. He didn't budge. He only turned on his side and smacked his lips.
"Do you think we should try that miner guy we saw on TV?" Luna asked.
Brian rubbed bis shoulder, "I don't know." He turned to leave disappearing down the hall until he found the doorway leading to the attic. He was surprised that it was still locked. He looked under the small mat and was surprised to find the key he had put their before they died. He picked it up and insirted it into the lock snd turned it. The door opened with a loud creak. Brian peeked his head in and gasped.
The attic was still the same as it was left. It looked like it hadn't been touched. Their furniture and other little stuff they put up there was still there! Untouched. Collecting a bit of dust. The stag gasped happily as he stepped further into thr attic with a huge smile on hid face. Luna followed a bit later making sure she closed the door behind her. The two were memorized by what they were seeing. They couldn't believe that Logan hadn't touched the attic.
"Everything's still here! My diecasts!" Brian picked up one of his favorite diecasts and wiped some dust off of its box with his hand. He set back down on the shelf. He turned to his wife Luna who was staring wild eyed at the wall. Her arms folded neatly against her stomach. Her white furry fingers bending and unbending. She looked uneasy. Like she didn't feel well.
"Luna, what is it?" Brian out his hands on her shoulders, massaging her gently. Suddenly a bright red light illuminated the whole attic. It was very bright. Bright as the sun. It made the two feel a little uneasy for sure since they hadn't seen such a thing. With the blink of an eye they were pulled in by an invisible force.
They screamed for a moment. They felt like they were falling. All around them was pitch black. They could feel something extremly hot brushing against their fur. Warm wind blew past them as they fell that appeared to be getting hotter and hotter. It felt like burning lava. After falling for a bit they finally landed against a hard surface with a loud...
*THUD*
"Ow!" They both groaned. "Ooh!"
They both turned their heads up to look around to see where they had landed.
A street. They were lying in the middle of a street. Surrounding them were different buildings. People chattered loudly as they walked by. Brian slowly got up on his feet. He helped his wife up to her feet. She brushed some dirt off her purple dress snd and looked around. It looked like they were in a city. When they looked up they saw nothing but red.
It was extremely hot. The two stood confused for a few moments until they were called in to one certain building by a voice. "Come here!" the voice said with a lunatic like tone that startled the two furs. "Come here!" The two turned their bodies to face one building that looked like a club/luxurious hotel.
The word "OZZIE'S" was written across a brightly lit sign in bright bold red letters. Outside thousands of red skinned demons stood outside waiting to get inside. Brian and Luna walked up to the building where they were met by a buff demon who immediately let them in. "Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Summer!" he said.
Brian and Luna walked around the huge place. Demons were all around doing various things. Mostly making out and such. Seems that the two furs have stumbled upon a club of some sorts. They continued walking until a giant spotlight shown on the two.
"Well, well, well! If it isn't Brian and Luna!" said a crazy voice that sounded like it was coming from nowhere. Some demon couples began to cheer as their yellow eyes were turned towards a booth. A booth with one giant spotlight shining brightly and next to it being a demon clown of some sorts. Wearing a blue and red jester hat and a matching suit. His mouth had a huge terrifying grin on it showing his incredibly sharp green teeth that would make any living being have nightmares for years.
His yellow eyes stared down at the two anthropomorphics before jumping down onto the stage below. "Welcome! My name is Fizzarolli. But you may refer to me as Fizz, hahaHA!" He spoke into a mic standing tall and proud. " We've been expecting you two. Why don't you come up here and tell us more about yourselves!"
He motioned with one sharp finger for Brian and Luna to come on stage to which they did nervously. The spotlight followed them. Brian turned to face the crowd of lustfilled demons who had their eyes glued on them. Some sat with smiles. Some licked their lips seductively, and some just sat their almost looking annoyed as if the two were waisting their time.
Brian cleared his throat and began to speak into the mic. "Uh, hello there. Residents of... hell." His voice was shaky and he was beginning to sweat. He could feel it trickle down his brown fur. His mouth became as dry as a bone.
"Seems like you're nervous," said Fizz the clown demon patting a claw on Brian's shoulder. "Its alright. Just speak nice and clear." He backed away from the nervous deer. Brian's ears perked down as he turned his head away from the audience. "I can't do it!" he spoke. He turned to face Fizz.
"Why do you want to know about us?!" Brian asked.
"Why?! WHY?! Haha!" Fizz let out an evil chuckle. "Do you even know what you did to end up here in hell?!"
"No!" Luna spoke standing beside Brian.
Fizz let out another chuckle and walked up behind the two furs with a hand on each of their shoulders as if hugging them. He then pulled out a remote and pressed a button on it which dimmed the lights. A large movie screen was lowered from the ceiling and it began showing Brian and Luna as teenagers, having sex and performing other sexual actions with different furs.
Everyone in the audience watched with amazement and joy. A lot were laughing and cheering. Brian and Luna covered their eyes with their paws in sheer embarrassment. They heard Fizz chuckling at a few sex scenes that depicted Brian having rough and slow sex with a wolf, a fox, and a few other hot female deers that Brian knew. His face was red as a fresh riped tomato.
Each demon in the audience hooted on and chuckled. When the clips ended, Fizz and everyone in the crowd were clapping and cheering while the two embarrassed anthropomorphics stood with their heads down and their paws covering their faces. They didn't move a muscle.
"Now that... Holy shit. That's what I call lust!" Fizz appluded walking up to the two. "Shit. You two furries definitely know how to have sex."
"I wanna go home," Luna whispered to herself between whimpers and cries. She was so embarrassed by what this evil clown had did to her.
"Those are gonna be some hot porn tapes!" Fizz laughed turning the lights back on.
"Porn tapes!" Brian shoots his head up and growls gritting his teeth like a mad bull. His fists bawling so tight that his fingers began to feel like they were going to break. He began walking towards the robotic clown and threw his paws around his neck. The clown demon began to choke fakely before laughing and pushing the angered deer away.
Luna attempted to do the same but only worse. She wanted to flat out kill him. Her purple eyes locked onto the yellow's of the demon clowns until something strikes her... "You're that miner we saw on TV!"
"I take a guess you've seen my commerical!" Fizz chuckles standing up proper and tall for the two still grinning.
"Is it true?!" Brian starts to ask. "Can you get rid of the living?"
Fizz chuckles and sighs. He frowns and throws an arm around the deer, bringing him behind the curtains for a private talk. He explained clearly that he could get rid of the living if he and Luna could make a deal. A deal where they are forced to live in hell for the rest of eternity working as whatever they want. He explained that their was no fire or burning in lava pits like everyone had guessed. No! Just hard non-stop work.
Whatever job they took they were forced to stay with it forever. Luna came back from behind the closed curtains after overhearing the deal and broke into an absolute rage which resulted in her mouth being gagged shut with the help of a shiny metal red ball which she furiously kept trying to take out of her mouth. She snarled and growled like a mad dog. Her pearly white sharp canine teeth showing and tempting to bite on the metal ball.
Every sentence that came out of Fizz's mouth was answered with a "fuck you" by Luna.
"So, Brian," Fizz turned to Brian with a hand out. "Do we have a deal? I know a guy who I think you'll love working for!" He grinned creepily at Brian hoping he would accept his offer. And if he did, he hoped he was the best at killing humans. Oh, what was he saying, of course not. He was a deer. Deers are scared of the littlest thing. He would probably run away screaming like a little girl.
Brian began to sweat. He stared down at Fizz's hand while slowly reaching his hand out. He held it firmly against his chest. Was he really going to trust a demon clown? One who had just embarrassed him in front of hundreds of other demons. He turned to his wife who kept furiously shaking her head at him and choking out: "Don't do it! Never make a deal with the evil!"
Brian turned his head back to Fizz who was grinning wider than ever showing off every single tooth in his robotic head. His yellow eyes looked like they were going to pop out. As much as it was uncomfortable to stare and watch...
"As long as you can help us get rid of the living..." He began before letting out a nervous sigh/gulp. "I accept!" He grabbed the robotic clowns hand and shook it.
"Perfect!" Fizz said. He removed Luna's gag and shoved her and Brian back out onto the stage in front of everyone who were making out while getting drunk off their heads. Fizz followed behind and told them that they are welcome to work with him as a slutty entertainer, but Luna immediately shouted "no" in his face, throwing her arm around Brian and walking off.
"Wait! Does this mean you can't help us?!" Brian asked the clown demon.
"No can do. I only entertain. But if I had to make a suggestion. Try my old friend Blitzo!" Fizz yelled back waving. Welp! That was no help. What a rip. Brian had struck a deal for nothing.