You did it🎊🎊 So as promised, here you go...
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News of the incident soon spread like an std at Coachella, and it was being covered by multiple different TV stations around Pentagram city, including 666 News with Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench.
"Good evening, Wasteward hellions! Katie Killjoy here with the latest scoop from the underworld's favourite disaster zone!" Katie started, her voice dripping with fake cheer.
Tom, trying to match her enthusiasm, added, "That's right, Katie! It seems a train full of sinners went off the rails and had quite the dramatic landing in Pentagram City!"
Katie shot Tom a glare. "Dramatic landing? It was a complete clusterfuck, Tom. Do you even know how to report?"
Tom winced but continued, "Well, Katie, let's go live to the scene where our field reporter is interviewing survivors."
The screen cut to a chaotic scene outside the half-destroyed train. Demons were milling around, many of them trying to push their way into the frame to get on TV.
One imp was doing backflips while shouting, "Look at me! I'm gonna be famous!" Another demon was holding up a sign that read, "The earth is Flat; don't listen to the lizards!" while trying to grab anyone who walked by.
The field reporter, looking harried, managed to grab a passerby for an interview. "Sir, can you tell us what happened?"
The demon, clearly not interested in the interview, replied, "Yeah, I saw the whole thing. It was crazy, man. Like, boom! And then we were all like, 'What the hell?' And then—hey, are we on TV?"
No one besides the odd few could give any details about the incident, and those that could have already left.
But a lot of the cargo that was on that train belonged to Overlords, and they weren't too happy hearing about the news.
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Back in the crowd, Oliver was already being whisked away by his butler. No one from his family had come, but he hadn't expected them to.
"I'm glad to see you are uninjured, Master Oliver; I'm sure the master and madam will be thrilled to know of your safe return." Barbaby, Oliver's butler said with a posh tone, with no inflection suggesting that he was happy or sad that his master was not dead.
"Let's go home," Oliver responded with a tone that told the butler he didn't want to talk, so he led his master to the limo waiting for him.
Oliver felt a pang of disappointment that Tucker had disappeared after their arrival.
He had wanted to get his phone number, but with his connections, he figured it would be easy to find him. As he settled into the limo, he asked one of the butlers, "Can you make an appointment with Asmodeus for me?"
The butler, trying not to show his surprise, nodded. "Of course, Master Oliver."
Oliver closed his eyes and scratched his head where Tucker had patted it. A small smile played on his lips, and the butler driving the limo noticed it in the rearview mirror.
It was the first time in a long time he had seen his master genuinely smile like that, but he quickly pulled himself together and continued to drive.
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Meanwhile, in the bustling streets of Pentagram City, where sinners went about their monotonous lives—drinking, eating, fucking and killing each other senselessly because why not—a cute fluffy fox was roaming around.[Pic]
This was Tucker, who had decided to take this form to avoid being recognized after the train fiasco. It was a bit much, but it was better than being hounded by paparazzi, which he'd learned from the Hellashians were no joke.
As he explored the city, Tucker found himself constantly dodging danger. He narrowly escaped a butcher who tried to kill him, demons who tried to kill him, and creatures who tried to kill him. "Okay, what the hell is wrong with this place?" he muttered to himself, though all that came out were cute fox noises.
Tucker's encounter with the butcher was particularly harrowing. He had wandered into a shady part of the market, where a large, grizzled demon with a bloodstained apron and a cleaver the size of Tucker's entire body stood behind a stall.
"Fresh meat! Get your fresh meat here!" the butcher bellowed. His beady eyes locked onto Tucker, and a sinister grin spread across his face. "Well, well, what do we have here? A cute little fox? You'll make a fine addition to my collection!"
Before Tucker could react, the butcher lunged at him with surprising speed for someone of his bulk. Tucker darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the cleaver that embedded itself in the ground where he had been standing.
The butcher growled and yanked the cleaver free, swinging it wildly as Tucker zigzagged through the stalls.
Vegetables, fruits, and various unidentifiable body parts flew into the air as the cleaver cleaved through everything in its path.
Tucker's heart pounded in his chest as he searched for an escape route.
Seeing a narrow alleyway, Tucker bolted towards it, but the butcher was hot on his heels. As Tucker dashed into the alley, he saw a stack of crates and barrels.
He leapt onto them, scrambling up the precarious pile as the butcher swung his cleaver again, missing Tucker by mere inches.
Tucker reached the rooftop and glanced back to see the butcher shaking his fist at him. "I'll get you next time, you little furball!"
Breathing lightly, Tucker continued his exploration of Pentagram City. He stumbled upon the southwest side of the city, where industrial buildings loomed large.
In his mini fox form, he could only observe and make his cute fox noises. He was fascinated by the technology and the various inventors, blacksmiths, and workshops. It wouldn't be a bad idea to open a shop here; maybe he could sell some of his wood sculptures.
As he contemplated this, he was suddenly scooped up by a girl who squealed at his cuteness and hugged him with a death grip.
She was a beautiful dark-skinned sinner with white hair, white eyes red sclera, and two black horns at the top of her head. She wore black high heels, white thigh-high socks, black jean shorts, and a slim black crop top.
Overall, she was cute, and Tucker would have thought so, too if she wasn't currently squeezing him to death.[Pic]
"Aren't you just the cutest little thing?" she cooed, rubbing her cheek against his fur.
Tucker tried to wriggle free, but her grip was like iron. "Tuk! Tuk!" he squeaked, trying to convey his discomfort.
"Oh, don't be scared, little guy," she said, completely oblivious to his plight. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're just so adorable, I can't help myself!"
Tucker sighed internally. This was going to be a long day.