I Applied for a Delivery Job and Got Turned Into a Flying Reindeer?!

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

A sharp bump to his head kickstarted Justin's slow, arduous journey back to the waking world.

"Be careful! Watch what you bump him into!"

"I'm watching, I'm watching. Jeez, there has to be a better way to do this."

"If you want to tell him his way isn't good enough, then be my guest. Just wait until after we get to the Elder Stables!"

Ugh, what did I eat before bed last night? Justin thought. Getting fired from Willy-Mart, being pulled into my computer, getting turned into some kind of...mutant cow? Or was it a deer? I haven't had nightmares this bad since that time Paul MacField dared me to eat those Tabasco sauce popsicles as a kid.

"Hey now," the first voice said defensively. It was a masculine voice, but young, like Justin's. "I didn't say anything like that! I just meant—"

"How about you shut up and focus on not banging his head into any more doorframes?" snapped the second voice, this one more feminine. "I swear, if he wakes up with a concussion, I'll mount you on my wall, you stupid yak!"

Justin frowned, his eyes still closed. Who were these two, and why were they having this argument in his bedroom? And for that matter, why was his bed rocking back and forth like a hammock in a tornado?

"I'm a reindeer and you know it, you half-baked gingerbread gnome!" the first voice shot back.

"Gnome? Have those trees growing out of your skull finally taken root in your brain? If you don't shut your mouth, I'll prune them down for you!"

"Oh please, as if you can even reach that high! You are to midgets what midgets are to normal people."

"W- Well, you look like what a yeti has to clean out of its shower drain!"

"At least that would mean I'd actually touched a shower at some point in my life. But everyone knows yetis don't bathe anyway, making them smell nearly as bad as you!"

Justin grumbled under his breath. Couldn't these burglars take their little lover's spat outside? Tomorrow was Black Friday, and he needed all the rest he could get before...

Wait. Something clicked in Justin's mind. What was the first thing the guy had said? That he wasn't a yak, he was a—

"Reindeer?" Justin exclaimed, jolting fully awake.

He found himself in what he could only assume was some kind of mansion. The walls were made of sweet smelling pine logs beneath a high peaked roof. He was in a long corridor, with doors painted red and green every few feet on both sides. Wreaths hung from the walls beneath wooden chandeliers whose candles gave off light as constant and unwavering as a light bulb's. A comforting warmth permeated everything—and had absolutely no effect on Justin as he instantly went into another full blown panic.

"Let go of me!" he screamed, realizing that the rocking he had felt was because he was being carried through the mansion. The deer-demon from before was holding his ankles, and a short, blond haired elf girl was holding his wrists. She looked to be about the same age as Justin and the antlered abomination, just with everything reduced in size a few times. It was a strange sight, a full grown woman who was only as big as a seven year old—but not as strange as the brown fur that was growing on Justin's arms, or the points of the antlers that curled down slightly in front of his face.

"Hey now, careful!" the unholy spawn of hell exclaimed him as Justin kicked his legs free.

"Oh, great," the elf snapped, stubbornly clinging to Justin's wrists. "Now look, you've gone and scared him!"