SEPTEMBER 4th, 1998.
It’s a calm and peaceful night out there in a small city surrounded by a large forest and a farm on the outskirts. Everyone is already resting in their homes. The only place where it is any sign of activity this late is a small pub in between two small buildings which are barely illuminated by the streetlamps and the pub itself. Inside of it, there are a few drunks and the employees of the place.
Among them, there’s a lonely looking male coyote around the age of 21, tall, wearing black denim pants, a leather jacket, a blue striped shirt, a golden piercing on both his pointy furry ears is sitting next to the bar with a glass on his hands and an empty bottle by his side. In no time someone approaches our coyote with a disappointed look on his face.
“I would like to say this is unbelievable. But who am I kidding.” A male opossum, well dressed, short messy hair, of average height from around the same age as the coyote said.
The coyote leans back and lets out a sigh and a gesture of exhaustion upon hearing the opossum’s words.
“Ugh…Not you again. Vic, Seriously I’m not in the mood right now.” The male coyote quietly said.
“Then when are you in the mood huh? For almost two goddamn years it’s been the same stuff with you over and over again.” Victor said.
“So, tell me Brian. When are you going to lay off this stupid attitude of yours and put on the goddamn big boy pants on you finally!?” Victor shouted to Brian, who was sitting still on his chair.
“The day you finally give me a break once and for all. Now please, do me a favor and fuck off for a little…” Brian muttered.
“That’s it, I’m done. I’m done dealing with you. Do whatever you want, I don’t care anymore, throw yourself off a bridge if you want. After all, you’re a grown up, don’t you?” Victor said before leaving the pub.
“Pffft … whatever” Brian growled and continued to submerge himself into his placebo for a good amount of time, until every client on there had already left the place. And then…
“I’m afraid, we’re about to close down for the day, mister.” Said the young bartender of the place.
“Did I ask? I don’t think so, sweetheart. Now keep on filling the glass, will you?” Brian said to the girl while holding the ice-filled glass in front of her.
“I’m truly sorry. But I’m not allowed to past 12:00 AM, so do me a favor and get your sorry ass out of my tavern, please.” The girl said.
“…Or what? Whiskers.” Brian said with a condescending look on his face.
After that, the female cat kicks out the drunk Brian out of the place through the backdoor, making him fall on some dirty water puddle.
“So, I guess I will see you tomorrow at the same hour huh? Jerk.” Said the bartender before locking the door.
“Oh… great.” Brian gets back on foot wobbly walking around the back alleyway barely making out what he has in front of him.
A few more steps away his headache and the elevated levels of alcohol in his bloodstream make him almost impossible for him to keep on walking.
Shortly after he slips on a water puddle in front of him, making him fall flat on the floor.
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…
A few hours later.
Some muffled voices can be heard from Brian’s perspective.
“Looks like we got a perfect candidate.”
…
“See? We wouldn’t have to be here if you had...”
“Who cares about it? This isn’t our problem. At least, not anymore. Right pal?”
An hour later.
“Ow… Ngh… what the? What is this place?” Brian who’s still under the influence says upon waking up surrounded by black plastic trash bags under him, and a dumpster nearby.
“Ugh… not again… oh well, just another regular night anyway.” Then, out of nowhere.
A loud noise starts to bother Brian.
“Uh… Shut it. Shut it! STOP THAT NOISE DAMMIT!!!”
Brian gets up and starts looking around trying to make out the source of that noise.
That’s when he spots a cardboard box on top of the trash container. The box is all humid and there’s signs of having been there for quite a while, and so appears it is moving.
Brian gets closer to the box, still hearing the muffled loud sound that becomes clearer the more he approaches it.
“What the?” Brian muttered in genuine confusion. He reaches to the inside of the box and from there he draws out a black furred Husky puppy with a single strand of hair on his head, visibly dirty, with signs of malnutrition and teary eyes.
“What is this thing?” Brian says while holding the baby husky with his left hand grabbing him by the flesh of his back.
“Ugh… it definitely stinks.”
Brian sniffs and looks at the baby who upon seeing Brian directly at his face stopped crying for a bit. Shortly after the baby kicks Brian’s nose.
Ow! Why was that for!? Eh? Is this thing…
A BABY!?
The baby starts giggling by seeing Brian’s whole reactions to the situation going on.
“So that’s why it was moving. hmm… man what a bother. What am I supposed to do with this thing?
Shouldn’t he be with his parents anyway? Well, he must be here for a reason, I guess. What a pair of irresponsible deadasses. Brian exclaimed.
Wait a second. Responsibility…
Upon phrasing that sentence flashbacks of Victor scolding him various times in the past due to his attitude pass through Brian’s head, making emphasis in these words; You could not take responsibility for the most insignificant thing ever, even if your life depended on it.”
“Is that so, Vic?” Brian looks down at the baby.
“Hey little buddy, wanna come home with me?” Brian exclaimed with a devilish grin on his face.”
To Be Continued-
