Vintage Memories

Chapter Two "Mornin' Sunshine"

The bustling sounds of the city coming to life roared through the open hotel window. It was morning, according to the alarm clock, just on the brink of 10:30am. However, the nights and days always seemed to run together in their unanimous reign, with dark, gloomy days, and starless, caliginous nights. A cacophony of screaming, mixed with the bluster of demolishment and gunfire, echoed throughout the trashed city, and yet, the motionless lump in bed didn't stir awake until the alarm hit 10:30am, blasting its horrendous racket throughout the room. The fleece lump groaned and stirred. A pale-pink hand, with long, lacquered claws emerged from the cocoon of blankets, reaching out and shutting off the alarm with a rough knock to the top of the clock.

"Fuck..." the mound of sheets muttered bitterly, before being set aside. 

Two long, furry legs revealed themselves from beneath the bedsheets, stretching the stiffness from their lazed muscles before throwing themselves over the side of the luscious, pink bed. The white, fuzzy figure sat up, humming slightly as he curled his feet into his plush rug. He pulled himself from the loving embrace of his plush mattress, walking across his hotel room to the mirror vanity at the opposite wall. Grabbing his hair brush, he examined himself in the mirror, gauging just how much work needed to be done to ready himself this morning.

Large, mismatched eyes peered back at his demonic, arachnid form, layered in a curious amalgam of pink and white fur. Two sets of arms seemed to act independent of each other. His lower pair crossed themselves around his body as his primary pair focused on brushing through the soft fur on his chest, satisfied once it peaked in its voluminous glory. His makeup, a blurred mess of pink eyeshadow and smudged eyeliner, decorated his face. In a drunken eagerness to enter sleep quickly, he had forgone washing his face the night before—a regretful choice in hindsight. A snowy lip curled into a disgusted groan, his golden tooth gleaming with a kiss of the minimal morning light the mirror reflected.

"Ain't you a hot mess..."

He combed his fingers through his tangled hair, catching them on a knotty impasse, before turning his hairbrush onto the plumes of fur sprouting atop his head. After a couple minutes of gelling and styling, he was satisfied with his hair, upturned with a gentle, swan-like crane. He grabbed his face products and makeup, beginning to fix up his face.

A few years has slipped by since he last had such a vivid dream about his past. It was impossible to deny the potent heartache thrumming away in his chest when he felt his consciousness fading back to reality. He wanted to live in that moment forever, and felt his mind desperately clawing to hold onto his dream state.

A brief pause; he sat in remembrance, his hand holding his mascara wand just an inch from his face. He found himself staring off, right through his reflection in the mirror as his mind began to wander.

When he first arrived in hell, he hoped to find his darling Allen waiting for him. He spent years questing after him, following leads that lead him nowhere; running into dead end after dead end. Eventually, he had to place his lover's scour on hold, with himself getting closer and closer into trouble during each yearly extermination. After his tenth year, and a far too close-call during the extermination, he came to the eventual conclusion he needed to get in good with an overlord. He knew what he was good at; what he could use to get what he needed. Which abruptly led him to...

He scowled at himself in the mirror as he shook the thoughts of his profession from his mind, continuing to apply his eye makeup. With the airy flick of his delicate hand, he dusted his lashes in the charcoal liquid, branching out from his face in curled whisps. Once he finished, he turned to his towering wall wardrobe. Feeling a lack of stylistic creativity, he shrugged on his favorite pink and white jacket, matching it with a short, black skirt and black, latex boots. After topping off his go-to look with his velvet choker and tie, he sighed, looking back to his bed longingly.