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This is a story that I thought of the base concept for while watching the Nostalgia Critic review of the movie Devil. The idea just morphed into this bullshit, which I hope is really good, or at least kinda good. This is a story about my fursona and seven other characters that reflect some part of me. If you think that these people have it bad, imagine having them be in your head, and the same person. Also, my fursona is narrating again.-Albus Kane :>

It starts with eight people, seven a reflection of myself in some form or another, and one who was me. They were all bisexual. There was, as mentioned just now, me. Then there were seven others, who went by their own nicknames. There was a hypersexual, histrionic, exhibitionist female Deer by the name of Booty; a good-looking but womanizing douche named Mr Swagalicious; a nerdy, muscle-girl-obsessed male Owl named Omni-Nerd; a depressed romantic who was also into muscle-girls named Gloomy; a nutburger with a proneness to psychotic episodes, a female Bunny by the name of Looneycakes; a male Fennec Fox who was a 4Chan troll IRL, thus being named 4Chan; a female Raccoon who got offended by everything, earning the name Tumblr; and then there was ME!

We only went in there in the first place because we were looking for free, unowned valuable shit, since nobody wants a creepy-ass mansion in the middle of nowhere anyways, except for maybe a character played by Nicolas Cage. We were only in the area because our party bus/RV broke down, and we only had cell phone reception long enough to call 911. We were trapped when the ceiling above and just in front of the doors broke down, blocking the door with debris. There were no windows to break through, or at least none that we could find. None of us could break through the walls, not even the rather strong Mr Swagalicious. Pretty damn quickly, we got bored as fuck, waiting for something to happen. Strangely enough, there was more than enough fresh food in the mansion for us, and the water was running.

A week passed, and we were still trapped, but still had nourishment, if not any sunlight. We were in an area that never got any sunlight, though. There was no internet, phone, TV, or even radio to keep us busy. We all started going stir-crazy about three days in. Booty could never satiate her libido, Mr Swagalicious couldn't get consent from anybody but Booty and got tired of her, Omni-Nerd ran out of topics to think about and books to read (also having a crush on Gloomy and not being able to tell her how he feels), Gloomy went insane not being able to muster up the will to tell Omni-Nerd that she loved him, Looneycakes was just on the verge of another psychotic episode (as per the usual), 4Chan wanted to get in on the action of driving everybody else insane (but didn't get a chance to join in the "fun"), Tumblr lost it from microaggressions left and right, and I didn't bring along my mood stabilizers or my anti-psychotics. I don't usually hallucinate without them, but I do have some delusions and paranoia and shit. WRITER'S NOTE: This is a problem of mine. I need my medication, and sometimes forget it or can't get it. Also, this morning, I was about to write this, but just couldn't muster up the willpower to. This time, I made myself start, and I can't stop, because I just like writing this much. BACK TO THE STORY.

That's when eerie, unexplained things started happening. There were random voices coming from nowhere. Some of them were telling us to kill each other, and some of them were telling us that we were going to die. When we looked in the mirrors, we saw mutilated versions of ourselves. None of us could think of any explanation for that. There were random hot and cold spots all over the fucking place. I remember feeling hot and sweaty when I put my hand in the fucking freezer, and then the hotness and sweatiness going away once I pulled it out. There were all sorts of unexplained noises. We heard various crashing sounds, and even some gunshots and screams, but when we went to look for them, we found nothing.

That's when one of us died. Mr Swagalicious was about to walk down five flights of stairs, when it sounded like somebody shoved him, but nobody was sure at the time. He tumbled down the stairs, rolling like he was a Droideka. He looked like he had been attacked by Jason Voorhees with body image problems, covered in blood, bruised and with much less supple fur than he had before, with way less sex appeal, what with being dead. We were all very suspicious for a while. Some of us suspected that one of us murdered him, some of us suspected somebody else who also happened to be here, and Looneycakes said that it was probably the devil or some other supernatural force. Eventually, though, we all just assumed it was an accident.

Then Booty went to take a shower. An unknown assailant pulled away the shower curtains and started stabbing her. I know because I ran over there to investigate, followed by the others, and found her dead. We knew right then and there that it wasn't an accident. We just had to figure out who the killer was. Everybody suspected somebody else. I suspected Looneycakes because of her craziness, and she suspected me because of my emotional instability. Omni-Nerd and Gloomy suspected 4Chan (because of his rather sadistic nature), who suspected Tumblr (because of her insane reaction to things that offend her, and how easily offended she was), who suspected Omni-Nerd and Gloomy (because "only they would be smart enough to cover it up" aka she didn't like Gloomy being part of a Women Against Feminism movement, or Omni-Nerd proving her wrong about everything).

Then, Omni-Nerd and Gloomy left to go to a bedroom that they were sharing. Wait until the end to figure out how I knew what happened. They realized-and stated out loud-that they might not live long enough to escape the mansion and continue their regular lives. Then, they finally admitted their feelings for each other. The next thing they did was agree to make every moment they had with each other last. Gloomy and Omni-Nerd started serenading each other with romantic poetry. Then, after a while, they started having sex. It was rather rough and somewhat aggressive, but it was also passionate, as they embraced each other, their lips (beaks?) locked the whole time. Then, just as they orgasmed at the same time, they were electrocuted so severely that their bodies were smoldering, and they died instantly. At least they died before it was possible to feel any of the pain, I'm pretty sure, especially with that dopamine and endorphin buzz you get post-orgasm. We all ran into the room, and were horrified. That was when we all suspected something supernatural, even me, somebody who doesn't believe in any of that most of the time. We all quickly agreed that it was the devil who was doing this.

4Chan and Tumblr quickly forgot about what we seemingly should have done, which was to try and exorcise the motherfucker. 4Chan would constantly find as many ways as he could to trigger Tumblr, and she would react impulsively. Eventually, 4Chan started screaming insults at her and screaming like a maniac, right in front of me. Then Tumblr started angrily chasing after 4Chan, shouting "You will get the ass-whooping of a thousand brats, you little shitlord!" 4Chan shouted back "Come on and try to catch up with me, SJW fatso!", even though she was rather skinny. According to Tumblr's recollection of events, which I could see clearly in her eyes (the pupils dilate quite a bit when somebody's lying, from their making shit up) that she wasn't lying about, 4Chan shouted "Now gimme some help, supah natural homeboy!" in a stereotypical Southern Prey Animal voice. That's when the chandelier just fell right on top of him, killing him instantly.

Then Tumblr started running away. She ran to me, screaming her head off and tripping constantly, wriggling around and scrambling to get back on her feet when she tripped and fell. She screamed her recollection of events in my face rapidly like she was the female version of the Micro Machines guy, and then calmed down. She then asked "Why do I feel so calm all of a sudden? It feels nice." before dropping dead of a heart attack. Then, I explored a bit, knowing that I was followed by Looneycakes, who said and did nothing else as she followed. Eventually, we noticed that there were security cameras all throughout the mansion, and then, we found the security camera monitoring room. We went through footage of what happened. Booty lust murdered Mr Swagalicious, because he wasn't putting out enough for her. Looneycakes stabbed Booty to death. I asked her about this, and she said it was because Booty was "being a total bitch to my not-imaginary-so-stop-saying-that-he-is boyfriend, Nick". 4Chan electrocuted Gloomy and Omni-Nerd for "not being easy to trigger anymore", before forgetting about it. Tumblr threw a paperweight hard at the chandelier, before forgetting that she did it.

Then, Looneycakes shouted that "The devil must have altered the video! They have editing studios in hell, don't they? Or am I just...Can you be polite and kill YOURSELF for me, please?" Then, when I said no, Looneycakes ran screaming for the door. She rammed headfirst into it with enough force that when she did, the door broke down, and the rubble fell forward. She got up and shouted "Look at how awesome I am" before dropping dead. The police had finally arrived. I gave them the security camera footage to show what really happened, and I told them about the medication that I needed. I was finally given my mood stabilizers and my anti-psychotics.

Quite the story, huh?