As the sprawl was drowned in semi acidic rain, Thursday plurbonym boyporridge wriggled through the alleys, accompanied by the sound of His creaking skeleton and the cloud of fear that inevitably followed in his wake.
moving effortlessly thought the dingy alleys of the sprawl, He soon came to a dilapidated orange building with a flickering neon rimmed sgin that proclaimed GARFELD EATS (there was an i on the sign bfore but it fell off a few decades into this place being around in the city. Breathing a sigh of nostalgia, Thrusday shimmied his way across the concrete until he reached the door, where he pushed it open (withe his head) and slithered in.
Thursday relished the fealing of the familiar old laminate wood flooring under his slim abdomen as entered. The front room was small, its tiled walls an oppressive dark orange colour, and it was lit by a single ancient industrial lamp hanging from the cieling. in the yellowish glow from the swinging light, plumes of smoke rose from the patrons' cigars, pipes, and other smoking type things. vapes too I guess.
The necromancer god wormed his way up onto the front desk, his spine protesting loudly the whole time.
" 'Ow can I elp you, m8?", said the bartender.
WELL, said the Long Furby in his voice like the rumble of an earthquake echoing deep underground, THAT DEPENDS. HOW MANY TEETH YA GOT?
The bartender quaked in his rocket boots. "All of em, mate"
GOOD, said Thursday a bit absentmindedly. I MUST CONFER WITH DON GARFELDO. ALSO, I WOULD KILL FOR A CUP OF BLACK COFFEE.
soon, a hush fell over the tiny speakeasy. Thursday put down his Garficcino (turns out they didn't serve black coffee) and looked
In the Garfeld Eats there was a shady back office. And the office door opened, and a cat stepped out. Everybody looked and everybody saw it was the same cat they'd been gossiping about. (they were gossiping just now. like wjen thursday entered)
"You're early."
PERHAPS I MISSED YOU.
Now, Don Garfeldo is a mighty thing. (Must be making some mighty big deals.) In the sprawl ,it seems like he owns everything.
The cat stepped forward and cocked his head at the divine furb.
"Pardon my french, but that's a loada absolute guff and you know it, Thursday. Whaddaya want?"
I'M HERE FOR MY FAVOUR. says the long furby, turning His unblinking gaze to the orange cat, who is wearing a black silk suit and a fedora with holes cut for his ears.
"Youa favour, eh? Must be serious.", said the cat, taking a puff on his cigar
INDEED.
"Alright then. step into my office."
and with the creak of an archaic wooden door, the two exit.
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STRANGErs In The Night
FanfictionThis is my first fanfic, go easy. This is the story of STRANGE AEONS, an ancient being sealed away for millennia by the evil (and also hot) queen Abby, and how she escapes. It is also abt Thursday, strange's son, who is god emperor (sort of) ps I d...
