Here's something a bit interesting
For those who've read Feathers and Scales, here's a little something that I've sort of can't believe I've chosen to dive into as well.
Pretty sure the title image the pairing will tell you who it is, but instead of me talking, here you go everyone and enjoy. Huge shout out to Pyrojack, we've honestly had a fun time working on this, especially us wondering 'What did we just do'? ️😏
Chapter 1
Narrator: "Everyone seems to always have a different path in life. And this is how or more or less my life started."
We see a small red bundle come into view wrapped secured around a blanket.
"My name is Raymond Wrexing Barnes, and well like everyone else, there's stories were well 'unique' in their way. I ain't trying to brag or nothin' but mines kind of far out there."
Year 2001. Somewhere in the USA (Who honestly fucking cares?)
We see what appears to be some sort of small ranch come into view, its only sources of light were just simply a few lights around the barn.
"I'd like to say that everyone isn't born super grand into anything, but instead just thrown into the world like...eh...I guess really anything that can be thrown."
A portal opens up inside the barn and right then something was tossed out like a sack of potatoes. Rolling across the floor and landed in a pile of hay. Just as the portal opened it disappeared.
"Yep, pretty much anything."
Que to the next morning where a rooster caws and inside the barn an old hound dog walked inside smelling the mysterious foreign object that was tossed into the barn.
"Leeroy! Leeroy! Where the heck you at boy!?" A voice called out from outside. Just then he could here the very familiar sound of a baby. Crying from inside the barn. "What in the world?"
He walked inside and spotted the old dog sniffing at what he presumed what was a baby. "Are you kidding me? Emily! Hey, come out here!" The man walked over to the spot. "Hey, hey! Leroy get away from there. That ain't no bag full of bacon."
The dog whimpers, moving away from the bundle of blankets. As for the dogs owner he walked over and as he did a woman came rushing in. "What's going on out here?"
"Take a look yourself."
The young woman comes to have a look. And gasps in surprise to see the bundle in front of her. "Somebody left a baby here?"
"Looks like it."
"Oh no..." She proceeds to pick it up. "Poor little thing..."
"Freakin dog could've sniffed and alerted us last night..." The man said glancing over to the dog.
"Oh shut up Eathan and...oh my..."
"What?"
"Uh...hun don't freak out..." The woman advised.
"Uh, what's there to freak out?" Ethan doesn't understand.
"Because since when do baby's have red skin, white and white hair?"
"I'm sorry what now?" He repeated trying to be sure his woman wasn't trippin'.
"Take a look..." The farmer takes a step closer to see what's in the bundle and he gasps in surprise, possibly fear. The baby does indeed have red skin, small white hair on his head and tiny curved horns in a black and white stripe pattern. When it opens it's eyes, they are a soft glowing yellow.
Ethan is quick to back away. "No way... That can't be right. This can't be real."
"I hate to break it you ya, but it this is real..." Emily tells her husband, holding the little one close.
"That's... That's a demon straight from Hell. A cold blooded monster, waiting to slaughter us all!"
The baby suddenly burps, to which he gags.
"Looks like just a baby to me..."
"Babies grow up. One day when we lie in bed, it'll be picking us out of it's teeth!" He stressed, glaring at one of the cows. "Demons exist for the soul purpose to torture us, treat us as the Devil's plaything!"
The cow moo's in response. "Well how else do you explain it being here then?"
"I don't know!" Ethan continues his hysteria. "But it can't be here! Demons are recipe for disaster."
His wife stares down at the infant who keeps staring at her. "Ethan, don't you think your blowing it out of proportions?"
"Emily, I'm telling you, that thing is dangerous!"
The woman now known as Emily sighed staring down at the infant. "I'm sorry little one...Ok then get rid of it." Emily passed it over to him taking him by surprise.
"Wait...what!?"
"You heard me. Throw it into the lake and see what happens." She smirked smugly, turning her back towards her husband.
"Wait seriously?" He was astonished that she would let him do such a thing. No trying to protect this kid? Nothing?
"Yeah...go ahead..." Emily walked off going over to a collum, crossing out her arms. "By all means."
"Alright...fine. I will." It shouldn't be that hard right? Yeah easy peasy. Ethan walks out and Emily follows him. "Yeah I'll do it." Coming closer to the nearby lake, he proceeded to grumbled about this whole day. "Crazy woman, telling me to kill a baby. Oh who're you kidding, it's a freakin' demon. The same shit ma used to preach about when I was younger."
"I know that but, still come on. Ethan, it's just a baby. You don't see it trying to plot something."
"You don't know that!" He walked to the edge of the lake
"Well then you better hurry up, it looks like its getting 'hungry'." Emily air quoted.
He scoffed in response holding it out. "I can do this. It's just a demon. I'll just be doing humanity a favor. That's it." He mumbles to himself, trying to motivate his actions. Yet even despite this he stared at it and it wasn't even afraid but instead just tired staring right at him. Babbling off, shit then again this little thing didn't even do anything. There was still a hint of innocence.
It doesn't even have any teeth, not yet. But those yellow eyes, when it yawns it just... It sounds like any other baby. Ethan should be afraid of it. But why is a smile slowing creeping up on his face? But then it morphs into disgust because well...it sort of went to the bathroom. With a flat expression his wife walked up over to him. "Here..." He didn't bother looking.
Emily giggles at his expression. "Don't worry, my love. We'll teach him to hate sadism."
He grunted in response as she took him. If his family would see him now, they'd damn him straight to hell. But then again god always did say something about doing good deeds. Wouldn't this count as one? Saving a baby from starvation? Even if it's a real demon?
"I'd like to say that my childhood and growing up was okay." We see Ethan butchering some meat and unknown to him the kid was watching him.
Standing on his hooves, curiously spectating his part of work. Ethan looked over his shoulder and saw the kid watching, he took note of the butcher's knife. He wasn't afraid of it, so instead of shushing him away.
The man motioned him over. Raymond eagerly did so and began to instruct him on what he needed to do. Guiding him through the process. "I got to learn all sorts of different things. Like cooking. Even a bit of fishing. And I ended up enjoying it."
We see a young Raymond fishing down a deep creek with Ethan right beside him. While the kid was catching fish with ease, his father brought out a gun and shot the fish that almost got away from him.
The sudden noise surprised the little demon. Understandably crying in fright at the sound of the shotgun.
"But of course early on mom kind of chewed out dads ass for some more 'primitive' style of fishing. Which was what lead up to me fishing by myself most of the time. But it wasn't all bad. I even learned how to make s'mores all by myself."
We see Ethan and Emily sitting on the porch both were drinking cups of coffee. But then Raymond came running up in front of them carrying a stuck that had marshmallows on it.
"Pappa, Mamma! Look, I learned how to make s'mores!" The sharp toothed boy smiles enthusiastically. Naturally most would be proud, but no when your kid on fuckin' fire!
Especially when he's not even fazed by it in the least. Ethan sighed at this. "Honey..."
"I'm on it..." Emily casually brought out a fire extinguisher and sprayed him with it.
The imp shivers and shakes from the white substance. "Mamma!" He whines.
"Oh hush, your alright." Emily waved him off, last thing they needed was him burning the house down.
"Not just learning from my dad but also bunch of stuff from my mom."
We now see Raymond peeling potato's and afterwards he effortlessly diced up onions and tomatoes. "She defiantly appreciated me helping out with making dinner." But as he kept going, one of the knives flew out of his hand embedding itself into one of the cupboards. Raymond blinked in confusion and noticed Emily waving a finger in disproval.
"However, it kind of seems that my 'skill' with knives and sharp objects is very well notable."
We cut to another scene showing Raymond juggling knives.
"So I figured, why not make some money off of it."
Many people gathered around to watch him do the act. The red youngster is making quite a spectacle of himself, despite how small he is. Hell he was keeping a good pace too until someone cleared their throat.
The little boy whips his head around in surprise to see his mother standing there, sternly staring him down. He is so startled that he dropped the knives. Fortunately none of them scratches him. But one knife came close to stabbing his right hove. Luckily it landed harmlessly between his foot.
As for others he quickly caught them chuckling nervously. "That didn't work out so well. I did make some money though."
"Hiya, momma." The young Raymond waves nervously.
"Even though I did have my form of struggles. I did pretty good with my life." We see multiple photo's fall into view all showing him in school and among them was high school. "I even graduated high school like everyone else. Diploma and everything. Not to mention straight A's."
There are a few others that show his youth as well. The time he was blowing his first birthday candle. The night he slept on the couch with Emily during moving night. And a picture Raymond in a pair of trunks with a dead duck in his mouth with his father and friends laughing.
"I'll always love those days with all of my heart."
23 years later.
"But...despite all that. Nothing really much else was going on..."
Suddenly an old Chevrolet pick-up truck starts speeding off on the main road. Loud music blaring out the open windows. Specifically, My Generation by The Who.
In the driver's seat was the very same baby whom, Ethan and Emily Barne's had adopted as their own child. Raymond Barnes himself.
His clothing consisted of a blue plaid button, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up with a white tank top underneath. On his left wrist is a punk Vintage Wristwatch, Wide Punk Leather Fashion Cuff Round Dial Wristwatch, On the right wrist he wears multiple bracelets. And a gray adjustable mesh truckers' hat with a Volkswagen van on the front.
Compared to others he defiantly stood out like a sore thumb. Mostly because his crimson-colored skin, yellow eyes and shaggy medium length white hair. So, no he didn't look like the rest of the people around. Alongside that devilish tail of his, that he keeps tied around his waist.
Evidently when you live in a small community, everyone tends not to pay much attention or pay much mind. One can most certainly say that's a good thing for Raymond. He likes to explore the town, greeting many of the people he likes.
Bottom line, he was decent person, everyone knew about him. Most folks in those parts knew him his whole life. A select few are starting to get to know the polite and very cocky fella.
He lived in a small town called, Castle Peak. Relevantly it was quiet and usually picked up once the tourist's come around. Which happens in the winter and spring time. Rarely ever get much during the summer. The fall was where it was always quiet.
Honestly why people gave the place its name, was currently unknown. Raymond and his family lived on a small ranch just outside of town. And about Two and a half miles away was a suburban neighborhood called Rocky View. Another odd name that confused a lot of people. Only five miles away was another big city.
Someplace that Raymond has always been curious about when he started hitting puberty.
But his folks always warned him about going out that far. Why he wondered, well anyone's guess. Their words mostly were, people weren't always so nice on that side. Raymond parked his truck in front of an old butcher's shop. Straight up the building was from the 1800's, it'd been remodeled a number of times. But considering it's a local hot spot for folks to get their meat. Its no wonder places like that stay around for a long time.
After turning off the ignition Ray got out of his truck going to the back where the 'goods' were at. Right then the back of the butchery opened up. An African American man in his 30's stepped out to greet him. "Morning Ray."
"Morning Percy." He greeted back moving a box. "Nice weather huh?"
"I'll say." He took note of the big package. "I take it the meat from that prize winning hog is there?"
"Oh yeah, from Old Major. Personally, I'm glad, that pig was an asshole. But he will be delicious." Oh yes, a few pounds of pork were there. Two hundred pounds worth of it.
"Ray no offense but you say that about any animal you don't like." Percy started helping him off load.
"Only because it's true."
"Whatever you say..." He motioned a few workers to bring the meat inside. "Come on, lets you get squared up. People are gonna love this."
"I'd hope so." They enter the shop and the man starts to count out the money that was owed.
"So...got any plans?"
"I don't know yet."
"You don't know?" Percy raised an eyebrow.
"I was thinking about driving around a little bit, maybe catch that action movie I've been hearing about."
"Nah I don't mean that. I mean school. College, you know that sort of thing." Percy reworded himself as he continued making sure the money was all there. "Shit you got a lot of good grades from what I hear your folks say all the time."
Raymond thinks for a moment, adjusting his cap. "Well... I was thinking of taking some online courses in agriculture."
"Oh yeah what kind?"
"I don't know yet."
"I don't mean say something mean but...how come you ain't gonna go for any of that writing stuff?"
Raymond knew what he was talking about, back in his high school days he was good at writing. A few short stories at best.
"I guess I kind of lost the drive for it." The yellow eyed male sighs. "I used to have fun with it. But..."
"But what?" Percy took note of how he was dodging that question a lot.
"Eh...not everyone was into it."
"Hey come on now, fuck them. Just enjoy what you do."
"I want to, Percy. But right now, I've got a job to do, a home to provide for and a certain pops to hassle."
Hearing this made the man smirk. "Doesn't your mama already do a good job at that?" Percy placed the money on the counter.
"She does. But I just like to join in once in a while." Raymond grins ear to ear.
"Well whatever you say." He reached behind the counter passing him something cold and wrapped. "Also, here's the order of fish you asked for."
"It has everything right?"
"Yep, hasn't been messed with."
"Thanks." Raymond grabbed it and the money. "See ya around."
"You too, kid."
"You remember how I said that I did good in school and got straight A's? Well did, and I was good at literature. But evidently not everyone cared for much. Hell, I was even gonna write a book too. Problem is, not everyone isn't so interested in the supernatural. Ironic, if you ask me."
After that was done Raymond drove straight home parking his truck by the other vehicles. "At least I know some would be. However I'm always busy and didn't have much time to myself."
Entering the house Raymond looked around and saw that his old man was watching tv. Hearing the door open and close got Ethan's attention. "That you Ray?"
"Yes sir."
"Come on over." Ray did as asked and he took a seat. "Everything go good?" In response his adopted kid pulled out the money he was given. "Well alright."
"Where's mama?"
"She went out to hang out with her friends."
"Poker?"
"Nah, just that movie club of hers."
"You mean the ones that..."
"Watch those some of those cheesy ass rom coms and comment about them. Yeah." Raymond didn't judge his mothers tastes of hobbies. He just wasn't into it.
"I can't believe she actually into one of those."
"Hey at least we need to be part of it." Ethan said sharing a smirk with his boy.
"Yep...So what'd you do on your day off?"
"Ate at Vincents. Had a wager with Big Toby on who'd eat the most hot dogs. he ate 23, the guy was a fuckin' animal."
"Jesus Christ, how is he not fat?"
"Oh believe me he's humungous son." Ethan chuckled holding out his arms to give out a demonstration of size. "Half the size of the neighbors bull."
"How much you bet?"
"Two hundred dollars." Ethan yawned in response and started flicking through the channels.
"And?"
"What do you think?" Was his fathers response. "Hey grab me a beer will ya?"
Raymond sighed as he got up. "You lost."
"You fuckin' kidding me? Not even a small amount of faith in your old man?" Ethan chuckled.
"I was just curious." He goes over to the fridge. "Last time you lost a bet, Ma was about ready to cut your balls off."
"Ray please..." As his kid came out he had two Bemjamins. "I ate twenty six. Thank you." He took his beer.
"Well then you better be ready to burn those calories tomorrow."
"Oh don't worry I will." Eathan took notice of what Ray had it was a bottle of root beer. "And Ray c'mon what do I gotta do to convince you to have a drink with your old man?"
"You know I hate the smell and taste of alcohol." He retorted back.
"But it's not all bad. Zoey can make you a good cocktail that you wouldn't even notice the taste."
"Are you still trying to hook me up with her?"
"Only just saying..." He shrugged.
"Paps." Raymond groaned reeling his head in annoyance.
"Look, she's this sweet little lady and knows how to make good drinks. You've never complained about her drinks before."
"Only because I was being nice." Raymond clarified and his face morphed an expression of disgust. "Plus, those things tasted like shit."
"Bullshit they are." Ethan argues. "Anyways, back the topic. Ray don't you think that maybe you ought to consider getting back out there in the game?"
"What you mean online stuff? No, I got banned from ten different poker sites." Even the internet accuses him of cheating. He just plays the game.
"...I don't want to know." Ethan clears his throat. "But that's not what I mean."
"Oooooohhhh, that game." His old man was referring to him dating. Instead Raymond scoffed. "Psst, yeah easier said than done. Lets see...I had that one girl Carla who ghosted me after two months...Then there was skank Bethony who ditched me at junior prom. And the last chick, she was a lesbian in denial. Moved to Florida. " Yeah, his luck with woman wasn't very 'good'. A friend of his even inquired possibly if he was, and his immediate response was an unamused look and a clear 'No.'
"It can't hurt to try again."
"Sorry to break it to you, Pops, but I'm fine being single and ready to mingle."
Ethan emitted a loud annoyed groan. "I can't do this anymore...Look Ray the reason I'm doing this is because your mom has been yapping at me all night in a talk."
"Good god..." Raymond knew what that was about. For as long as he could remember, his mom has desired grandbabies. "That talk?"
"Yeah."
"I am sorry you had to go through that horrendous torture."
"Your words are kind." Ethan nodded in approval. "So...yeah..."
"Is this gonna be one of those things that's going to happen...where she moves on from you and then onto me?"
"Most likely."
"Son a bitch..." Ray groaned rubbing his forehead. This was just like when he first learned about the birds and the bees. First mom tried to explain it, then dad and then both. It left a poor ten-year-old traumatized. He couldn't sleep a wink because of it. Not helped by one incident back during sophomore year.
"Speaking of which pops I don't know about you, but been thinking about going out of town."
"For what?" The older man asks.
"I don't know see the sights what's new."
"If you're going to do that, you'd better get changed."
"What?" Ray looked over to his old man to be sure he wasn't pulling his tail. "You don't have no problem with that?"
"Just so long as you don't tell your mama." As Ray was gonna Eathan held up a finger. "But you gotta put on your wig."
"Oh man..."
A little time goes by and now our protagonist was in his truck adorning his 'disguise'. One of the things that stood out was a big ass larger than life fake afro wig. Raymond grumbles as he adjusted his seating, it's not exactly comfortable for him to tuck his tail in baggy jeans. He ditched his plaid shirt for something only his tank top.
To say the least, he looks like a hippie. Somebody less suspicious. Ain't like he's looking for trouble or nothing. That's the job for the local conspiracy nuts out there. Including Old Man Earl.
Now that was outside of town what the hell was there to do? Why to spy on the local neighborhoods of course! Does that count as stalking? Predatoring?
Maybe. But he has no intention to harm anyone. Just curious what people do outside of the countryside. And maybe they should have people not sit in park bench's to with other people. Would that also be no different?
Question was...what'd catch his attention? Raymond would have to park the truck and have a look. "Hmmmm...how to do this?" He pondered and noticed there were a bunch of tree's. Those can work. Giving off a grunt he jumped and started climbing up checking on his first house. Wonder what awaits him?
Some chick in the shower? Kid's playing video games? Horny teens fooling around? What awaits the mischievous imp behind window number one? If his folks found out his ass would be grassed. They taught him to respect other people's privacies.
And he will. But if he's stuck hiding in a small town forever, he'll never find out what other people are like. Sure tv and their internet connection was nice to have. But seeing up close in person was a lot better. Besides who even needs a phone or computer when you can possibly have a front row seat to something cool.
He slowly looks through the window to see what was inside. And was kind of disappointed, all he could make out was someone watching something in front of their computer.
"Man... What a copout." Raymond mumbles. Big question though, was it a he or a she? Raymond couldn't tell. All he can see is some white hair, but that's it.
Only other thing he could see was some sort of cliche romance anime? He couldn't really see all of it, but the person was really into it. Must be some kind of weeb. Alright maybe was a good time for him to go. Move onto the next house and see what was going on.
If he didn't see anything interesting, then maybe he'll try the next day. There's always something cooler on the second try.
Just as he about to climb down he could hear the window behind him slide. Raymond's skin turned to pink at the sound when he slowly turns to greet the resident inside. "Uh... Meow?"
Suddenly the person inside screamed as did Raymond and he lost his footing off the tree.
The end result was that the lights went out.
Inside the person who screamed raced over to their window opening it up and looked down to see Raymond unconscious on the ground.
"Uh...you okay?"
"Ught..." A very muffled groan escaped from his mouth. From that response alone, something tells the person who was up in the room that was a no.
Technically when something like that happens, theoretically speaking you call the police. Pronto. But not this one. Something was off about this one, curiosity was at its full peak.
So, taking the initiative this person decided to stealthy and help out this 'odd stranger.' "
Raymond groaned a little bit and felt something touching him? Wait...how come the touch was soft?
And further more...how come...w-w-wait a minute. Something was touching his tail...He kept feeling fingers grazing it.
Oh fuck...no way that was good. The minute he goes to open his eyes, he snaps up and hisses at his captor.
It all happened at once and just like that in an instant he tackled the one who he assumed was touching him forcing that person to the floor. A muffled startled scream was heard as well. Raymonds level of breathing was slowing down too.
He now stared eye to eye with the one who he had come into contact with. It was a girl. A short, slight chubby, pale-skinned young woman who sported a "quirky-goth" type aesthetic. She had black eyes, with thick eyelashes, a piercing on her left eyebrow, and pink freckles on her cheeks. She had wavy and shoulder-length hair that is dyed in an ombre of light turquoise and pink with black roots, indicating that it was her natural hair color. She also had makeup which consists of light pink eyeshadow, and black lipstick and nail polish. For clothing, she was wearing an alternative/gothic style black sweatshirt with a pink hood, drawstrings and accents, and a pink-and-black plaid skirt. She also wears black over-the-knee stockings with black toes and heels, along with cuffs being decorated with cat faces.
After a few moments it clicked in Raymonds mind on what was happening. "Oh no..." He groaned. The girl bellow him muffled a few words he could hardly make out. Raymond sighed shaking his head. "Ok...Look, I know this looks bad and all that. But I swear I wasn't doing anything weird. So...I'm gonna move my hand...Do you promise not to scream please?" He grimaced feeling a bit upset with how this turned out.
She very simply nods her head. "Mhmm."
"Okay..." He does so as well and something was also off. What the hell was soft?
"Uh...your other hand?" She asked hesitantly blushing heavily.
"What?" Raymond looks down and suddenly realizes what she meant. His left hand has cupped one of her breasts. "Whoops! Sorry." He let's go, standing back up to his hooved feet. Absorbing what was happening. "Okaaay...not exactly...what I had in mind..." He noticed she was staring at him. "Um...this is...really awkward..." Raymond rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
Raymond also raised an eyebrow in confusion. How come she was looking at him real funny? Quickly it changed into one of awe. "Oh my god!" Clearly got excited quickly. "What... are you?"
"Your not gonna call the cops?" Raymond was more worried about that.
"No way!"
"Huh?" Raymond blinked a few times processing this. "Come again?"
"Oh no-no-no. It's fine." She reassured waving out her hands. "I'm not gonna call them."
"Hallelujah..." Raymond sighed in relief and then he realized something. His wig was gone. "Hey? Where did my wig go?"
"Wig?" She tilted her head to the side. "No...I didn't see a wig out there. Maybe it must've fallen off or something." The goth also gives a shrug.
"There's fifty bucks down the drain..." Raymond muttered to himself bitterly. He liked that wig too.
It always reminds him of that old movie his mom got him on VHS.
"So...what are you?" The girls question snapped him out of it.
"What?"
"What are you?"
"What are you talking about? I'm human just like you are?" Why was he being asked this question.
"You don't look like a human. Humans don't have red skin, a tail and... whatever those are." The Goth points to the top of his forehead. "Are those supposed to be horns?"
"Well yeah, but I cut them and file them..." Raymond replied still not getting where she was coming at. "I was just born this way." He gently moved her hands away from his head as she was feeling them.
Raymond gets up and starts going over to the window. "Well...sorry for the trouble. But I should really get going."
"Wait!"
Just as he was going suddenly, he heard a hum looking down to the floor in confusion seeing something glow and sent him flying over to the girls desk. "OW! Fuck! The hell was that!?"
"Hmm?" She walked over to what Raymond stepped on. She held it up over to him and showed some sort of pendant with gold star and had wings on the side.
"What is that even supposed to be? Because it looks like something from a cartoon I got hooked onto one time." Something that involved a princess from another dimension.
Instantly she sounded proud and held it out for Raymond to see. "It's official merch from "Akuma no Otto". It's the pendant given to Setsuki in episode 5-6-9 that protects its wearer from-" She paused in realization as she was explaining. "Wait are you a demon?"
"What?" Raymond couldn't help but ask. How could she be asking him this, when her pendant just trip up not a moment ago?
"But the pendant is made to protect the wearer from demons..." The girl repeated staring down at it. "I've never seen it do that before...till now..."
"Well, that's just my luck." Raymond got back to his feet. "Plus, how do we even know it works? It could've been just a fluke..." He tried walking over to her and poke but like before the pendant acted blocking him from doing so. "What the hell?" The imp utters. He then goes to knock on the barrier. "Never had a problem like this since church."
"Wait...church?" The girl's interest was piqued even further.
"Uh yeah. House of God, place of worship. Something I can't seem to walk into."
"Then that means...your a demon..." She then got excited pointing at him. "Like...a real demon."
"But I said I'm not." The farmer merely sighs irritably. This usually ends well...
"But the charm just stopped you. You said you can't go to church. That must mean-"
"Look lady, whatever you think is going on is none of your business." Raymond quickly tries to shoot down. But still she talks.
"You are a demon, a real-life demon." She then gasped and started acting weird making more faces. "Are here to steal a little kitten like me?" What? He watcher spin around. "Forced to be part of your demonic harem, 'blushes'."
"What!?" The imp is rightfully at a loss of words. What kind of psycho did he get caught by? "Fuck no!"
"Then why else are you here?"
"I wasn't trying to even come here. I was mostly spying on this neighborhood." He confessed, already feeling like he's going to Hell for this.
"Spying, you mean looking for a potential worthy servant." The girl exclaimed dramatically. What this chicks deal? Then out of the corner of his eyes he started to take notice of something.
Multiple porn books relating to monsters and demons, a body pillow of some sort of Mind Flayer posing in panties and stockings, various figures of women getting laid by demons of some kind. And worse of all is the poster. Now it was starting to make sense, she was one of those hard-core monster romance fans. Granted it was odd, but he did remember watching and reading that one manga. But that was different for crying out loud! She seems to be obsessed with the idea. "Oh Christ on a crutch."
"How come you're talking about god and other stuff holy?" She was confused. "Aren't you line with Satan or something?" Because demons don't act like this. Or at least that what she thinks.
"Why would I even wanna pray to something like that? I already told you, I'm not like that!"
This goth chick was already growing more curious with each passing second as she approached him. "So what's your name?"
"Uh, Raymond?"
The girl spins around and crashed against one of her bookshelves. "What are you gonna do to me, Ray-kun~" She looked at him expectantly while biting her lower lip, the dude was baffled by what was happening. How was this shit even real?
What's the matter with this chick? "I'm just gonna leave you to whatever crap you're imagining."
Before he could leave she rushed over to him. "But, I don't feel like myself." She got right up to his face and nervously he backed up as she kept walking. "Are- are you... putting some sort of- nasty spell over me?" He hit a dead end stopping at the other book shelf.
"Do I look like a fuckin' wizard to you?" Raymond questioned in response gently pushing her back and much to his embarrassment, and frustration he accidentally touched her chest again earning a moan from her. "Oh shit! Sorry! Sorry!"
"No...No need..." She backed up falling to her knee's. "If you want to do that master you can...No...I mean..." She whipped her head around and put on another face. "Daddy."
What the fuck was happening here!? The imp is so baffled, his so much redder in embarrassment. No way he's into this. "Nope! I'm good. Just let me through and I'll be on my way."
She crawled over to him and her face was still excited. "But when you look into my eyes, it's like I have no control over my..." Her face was literally inch's away from his. "No!" She suddenly slaps him.
"OW!" That freakin hurt and he felt that. It was just like when he dumped his first girlfriend. "Holy shit..." He rubbed his cheek. What did he do to deserve that? And how come he was getting excited!?
She backed up sitting on a bench acting like this was some sort of heated stage drama. "You demonic brute! I'm too pure a heart for you to corrupt!" Dammit Mr. Turtle go back in your shell! No one wants to hear nothing you got to say!
"Who're you calling a brute?" Raymond took offense to that. "Your the one slapping me around like some desperate middle aged housewife!"
She gasped. "Wife?" She blinked a few times and immediately he was up in her face. "Is that what your here for? To find someone to satisfy your sexual needs and a life companion?" The girl lit up giving him a big wide smile.
"I didn't say that!" Raymond raises his voice at the looney. But she's already on a roll.
By now she walked over to her computer was spouting off some nonsense. While doing this Raymond spotted the window was still open!
Without even a second thought he bolts. Jumping out of the window and onto the tree to slide down. "Yes!" Freedom was his! But suddenly Raymond heard a loud notable crack. "Oh fuck me..." He cursed.
The branch gave out and he screamed crash landing on the ground yet again. And in the same spot no less. "I guess this is what I get..." Raymond groaned standing up.
"Huh? Hey where'd you go?" He heard the girls voice call out and he started walking away. "Hey wait, where are you going!?" She called out to him.
"Anywhere that's not here." He mumbles, making his way back to the truck. "I think now's a good time to stop doing this."
"But don't you wang out or something!?"
Raymond sighed turning around. "Look, you seem nice and all that, but I'm not interested!"
"But Raymond-kun!"
"Don't call me that!" The young man replied back. "Nice meeting you and goodbye!" He ran off knowing it'd be wise to get the fuck out of this neighborhood.
An hour drive later that night Raymond was back home immediately he went straight to bed loosing all his cloth's. Best part was the next morning he didn't have to worry about doing anything today. Because it was one of their 'chill days'. It was where everyone on the property seized the day to kick back and relax. Not to mention on this particular day Raymond choose to sleep in.
And that's what he does. Relax in his nice soft blanket, comfortable pillows. All this in full monty, purring in his slumber.
However, something else had different plans in Raymonds room emerging from a small 'cave' made up from old blankets with a name plated Louie. What emerged was a dark eyed white ferret.
The little guy looks around the room, noticing all of the clothes he chucked aside, glancing up at the mattress to see the imp resting. His purring is a good indication. But Louie wants to be with Raymond.
Without much hesitation it hopped up onto the bed making his owner stir awake but rolled over to try and go back to sleep.
Gaining another idea it jumped over his owner and the small mammal got up to his face.
"Ugh... No Pa... Not when I'm naked..." Raymond mumbles. Without hesitation this white ferret nipped at his nose.
"Ouch..." The white-haired farmer mumbled. He opened up and was met with a familiar sight. "Oh...it's just you." The white ferret chirps in greeting.
"Morning to you too." Raymond gets up and pets him a few times. As he was getting dressed, he looked over and saw the Louie was acting out on his bed. Jumping around from one spot to the other.
"What is it boy?"
Quickly Raymond figured it out. "Oh, I get it your hungry. Alright...alright..." He held down one arm. "Come on..." The white ferret ran up his and onto his shoulder. "I'm feeling hungry myself..." He yawned before leaving his room and went down the stairs. "Damn...Louie I'm telling you last night was crazy..."
"I was just doing my thing when this crazy girl scared me off a tree."
"What were you doing in a tree?" His mother Emily asked walking past him spooking her kid.
"Momma!" He exclaims. Breathing to calm his nerves. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Oh, I'm sorry I called you five times, and you didn't answer." She retorted back working in the kitchen. "I think that's a fair punishment."
"Sorry." Raymond sighs, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Besides Louie did it for you." He entered and he got to work going into the fridge, taking out an egg and cracked it and stirred it. This was one of his usual breakfasts. Raw egg and for extra served him another side dish. The eyes of raw fish that his mother had prepared. "There you go..." Raymond placed his pet onto a counter so he can eat.
The little rodent chirps in gratitude as he eats his breakfast. As Raymond he sat down joining breakfast with his family.
"Mornin' boy..." Ethan greeted Raymond. "Sleeping in more than usual."
"Yeah..." Raymond yawned again as he started eating the breakfast that was served to him.
"You alright?" Emily asks him.
"Yeah. Just fell off a tree last night."
"Doing what?" The man of the house inquired. "The hell you doing up a tree?"
"He's right Raymond, the last time you messed with tree's that happened too." Emily noted.
"What? Do I look like George of The Jungle to you?"
"No others would've called you a red ape..." Ethan chuckled.
"Real funny. Last time I was out, some moron thought I was a possum."
"...You got the tail for it..." Emily pointed out touching his tail in which he quickly retracted.
"Hey! That tickles."
Before long she sits down and joins them. As the calmness settles in Emily brought out a question. "So where were you last night?"
"Oh, you know. Just hanging out. Thought I'd sit by a tree and watch the night sky." Raymond tells the brunette.
"Well you were gone for an awful while."
"That's because someone scared me off the tree."
"Then what were you even doing? Why would someone even up in a tree with you?" Damn she was really trying to pester in.
"Ma, I mean she was right under me, screaming and then I just fell."
"She?" Oh shit. Fucking wrong choice of words.
"She?" Eathan also perked up. "What did you say?"
No point in lying. At least for some of it. The imp sighs. "Some girl found me last night. She started screaming. Then I panicked and started screaming, falling off the tree. Do I seriously need to repeat myself?"
"And you fell on top of her?" Emiley was now even more curious. "Right? That's what you said."
"No it's not what I said!"
"Then why'd you climb up so fucking high for?" His old man was joining in.
"I told you, I was looking up at the night!"
"Raymond-kun!~"The imp in blue freezes up at the sound of his name. Did he hear that name right?
"What was that?" Ethan spoke out of confusion.
"Maybe int was a rooster..." Raymond shrugged as he continued eating hoping it was.
"No I don't think that was no rooster..." Emiley disagreed.
"Yoo-hoo!"
"Ok now I hear it..." His mother stood up from her seat.
"Maybe it's a retarted rooster!" The young man yelled out. "Those are real!"
"I know you're in there. I've seen your truck."
"The fuck?" Now Ethan was standing up joining his wife.
"Oh fuck me running sideways." The poor demon moans rubbing his face.
Louie chirped looking over to his owner. What was bothering him so much? He caught sight of his pet. "I don't think you wanna know buddy."
"Know what?" Ethan stares his son down.
"Raymond, what have you been really doing last night?" Emily demanded an explanation from her son.
"Raymond-kun!" The very familiar voice pesters him from outside.
Both his folks looked outside and starred back down at him. "Something you want to share with us?" His mother put both hands on her hips and his old man was crossing out his arms.
"Can I hang myself first?" Raymond inquired.
"I know you're in their, my lovely demon!"
"The fuck did she just say!?" Ethan exclaimed looking at his wife as if an atom bomb was going on.
"Raymond Wrexing Barnes..." Emily glared down at her son, using his full name, even the middle! That was not good. "Answer me right now. What. Were. You. Doing?"
"I think it'd be better if you go outside..." Raymond yelped out in pain as Ethan gripped his sons arm in a hard and firm grip dragging him out of the kitchen with Emily. "OW-ow-ow-ow! Damn it dad take it easy on the grip will ya!?"
The minute he pushed open the door, everyone looks on ahead to see the young woman standing right in front of the steps, eagerly waiting for the imp. All Raymond can do is feel even more miserable for himself.
"Ray-kun there you are." Wait a minute! Good freaking god, heaven, and everything else how did she find him!?
"Uh...can I help you?" Even now Raymond was still playing dumb.
"Hello, my darling. I've been looking all over for you ever since you ran away from me." The pudgy goth smiles in satisfaction.
Both his folks looked down at him. "Um...Who are you exactly?" Emily inquired looking back at the stranger.
"Me?" The overly obsessed college girl smiles. "Why I'm Emberlynn Pinkle, Ray-kun's personal pet."
'Mary mother of Joeseph shoot me now.' Is what Raymond thought looking in between his folks. He raised up one finger. "Excuse me." Without much hesitation and to everyone's surprise the dude bashed his head into the side of the door frame knocking himself out and flopping onto the ground.
"Raymond!" Emily exclaims in surprise.
"Oh my god..." Ethan rolled his eyes at what was happening.
"Ethan...darlin..." Emily sighed. "Bring our son inside..."
"Fuck that, I'm letting him stay right there." He objected, the chump wanted to avoid the questions it's what he got.
In response Emily casually gripped something hard much to the girl's surprise. What's more was because of how pale he was becoming.
"I'm sorry what'd you say?" She wanted him to repeat that, casually asking. Like it was no big deal and the girl continued watching.
"Ow! Babe! What're you- GAAAAWWW!" The newcomer Emberlynne winched a bit at the sight. "Ok! OK! OW! Fuck! I'll bring his dumbass in!"
"Thank you." She lets go much to his relief as he started dragging the unconscious Raymon across the porch. "Would you like to come in?" The woman asked with a smile, which seemed a kin to wearing a mask. Behind that smile was someone you didn't want to make mad.
"Oh yes, please!" Apparently, Emberlynn doesn't even notice it.
What the hell did Raymond get himself into? No seriously what did he get himself into now? Is what was ringing through his parent's minds.
When he awoke, he would have some big time explaining to do.
To be continued
Welp? What'd you all think? Good? Back? Or Meh? This is just a short fic, remember when I said I was gonna Fooly Cooly a new story? Well this was it.
If you don't know what it means, well, eh, if you do know where I'm going at with this, then no problemo.