Artist: kindreddemon

You are a bad employee... no, scratch that, you were a terrible employee. You couldn't help it, being so focused on your studies that already take up most of your time and then going to work at that old mechanic shop as a cashier working at the front of the store, dealing with the customers while trying to act normal. A little colored foundation would cover the bags on your eyelids, blending and hiding them with the rest of your fur, and eye drops would remove the redness from your sclera, allowing people to focus on the brightness of your hazy gaze, but your boss didn't let that slide.

Oberon, an old Great Dane who oftenly disagreed with you overall,only giving you the job as an old favor to your sweet stepmother, Liz, something he regretted from day one but chance after chance he finally put an end to it. It was Sunday night when you were balancing the store for the month, when he called you into his office, you could already guess what for.As you walked in you first feel the smoke from his cigarette all over the place and the loud music playing, there was something else in the air, something heavy and oddly endearing that reached your nostrils but you couldn't identify it before he spoke.

Something was wrong.