Hitting the Town

Story by Niniju on SoFurry

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(Friz's Point of View)

   After all nightmares

were described in all their weirdness, the question was raised of what there

was to do today. I mentioned that I would like it if Ghast and I could go into

town and look around a bit.

   "Not dressed like

that." was Gary's reply. He chuckled as he said this, and I remembered that

Ghast and I were still only wearing diapers. I blushed at this even as Gary

nonchalantly continued the conversation by presenting us with cargo pants that

would cover our diapers quite nicely. After getting dressed I noticed that the

top of the diaper peeked out of the pants a little, but decided that it didn't

bother me. If people were willing to judge based on appearance, why should I

entertain their bullying? Ghast got ready as well and didn't seem the slightest

bit bothered by his diaper showing, though I didn't find it odd after what I'd

learned about him this morning. I bid the room farewell and Ghast and I took to

the stairs in a way only I could devise: ice slide. After Ghast used his Shadow

Sight to ensure that there was no one in the stairwell, I concentrated and sent

a pulse of anti-energy through the stairwell, creating a layer of three-inch

thick ice that banked at every curve, leading to a fun and safe way to the

lobby. I went first because Ghast wanted me to, and it was fun surfing down the

ice on my bare paws. As serious as the situation would have been if we had only

a week to change history, having a couple months or so to figure out what to do

prevent me from feeling stressed about the whole thing. I slid into the lobby

without stopping and almost kept going had I not deployed my claws for grip.

Ghastillo came sliding in shortly after, and I caught him to prevent him from

sliding further. I waved my paw at the ice and it evaporated. I looked around

to see the lobby empty save for a very peeved rabbit. She stomped over to us

and unleashed her fury without warning. Excluding the absolute colorful

language, she said the following.

   "Just what do you

think you're doing? Is making my job harder that

entertaining?" she steamed.

   "What?" I asked. "Oh,

you must be the manager. Sorry about that, it's been a long story and I needed

some comic relief."

   "What does that

even mean?" She asked back.

   "I mean, it's been

a long week. I needed some stress relief." I corrected myself. "I'm truly

sorry, it won't happen again."

   "It better not!"

the rabbit screamed. She turned around and stomped off, leaving a trail of hate

in her wake.

   I turned around to

leave, muttering to myself, "At least not in your lobby." Ghast stayed silent

the whole time. My guess was he'd had a run in with her before and didn't like

what she had to say. That or the swearing I omitted was what kept him shy. We

left the building, me infuriated at the nerve of that woman and Ghast just

confused at all that was happening.

   "Friz?" Ghast

asked. "Where are we going, anyway?" I tried my best to get back into a good

mood as I proclaimed:

   "One of my

ancestors was a fairly well-known poet, and I wanted to go to the bookstore and

see if any of his works are there." I said enthusiastically. We found the

bookstore with little trouble, apart from a certain run in with a very irked

hyena that I merely had Ghast take care of with his Shadow power. The details

shouldn't be posted about what the confrontation was like. Mainly because I don't

like any of the things the hyena had to say.

   Inside the

bookstore, I went immediately to the poetry section while telling Ghast to stay

out of trouble to which he replied that he wasn't leaving my side. In the same

aisle as me, he took to looking through some epics by some dude named Homer. I

found my ancestor's work, his name was Bliz Nightly, and I began reading the

first poem I laid my eyes on. My face scrunched in disgust.

   "This is horrible,

how was this ever popular?" I asked aloud, putting the book back. "So much for

that. My mom said that his poems were some of the best in this time, but that

was just dreadful."

   "Must be the

timespan difference." Ghast commented without looking up. "Quick question, do

you speak Latin?"

   "What? Let me see."

He showed me the book. "This is Greek, Ghast. Who is this by?"

   "I dunno. Don't

speak Greek either." Ghast replied. He replaced the book and we went to another

section of the store. "Think we would find any good information if we buy a

newspaper?"

   "I would if I had

money, Ghast." I replied. "They're a credit each, and I'm poor as dirt, so

yeah." I was perusing through the educational section and stumbled upon a

peculiar sub-section in the form of a single novel. It was titled, The Supernatural and You: Your Guide to All

Things Supremely Strange it was by some dude whose name is irrelevant. I

didn't credit the book on its accuracy, but it would be nice, I thought, to

give it a chance. The price said thirty credits, so my sigh that followed was

appropriate. "Remind me why I'm in a bookstore with no money."

   "Your ancestor-"

Ghast started.

   "Nevermind. Don't."

I sighed. "Let's go, I suppose." We began to walk back to the hotel when I ran

straight into someone on the street.

   "Hey, watch where

you're going, BRUTUS." The man exclaimed.

The last word, though I didn't understand, sounded like it was in a language I

recognized. Was that Latin? He kept walking, and I turned to Ghast.

   "Do you know anyone

or anything that slips into Latin suddenly?" I asked him.

   "Isn't that the

language you use when summoning demons?" Ghast answered with a question. Great.

Demons. Just when I thought my day couldn't be any more willing to give me a

rather rude gesture. I hastened to the hotel at this point.

   As soon as we were

in the room, I started drilling the occupants. First to receive a barrage of

questions was Nick. "What do you know about demons?" I asked with a rather rude

tone in my voice. Ghastillo and Nick, as well as everyone else, were extremely

confused. I asked again.

   "What do you mean?"

Nick replied.

   "What language do

you use to summon them?" I asked.

   "Latin, I think.

Why?" Nick replied.

   "And you!" I

screamed at Gary. "Where did you get the money for all the things you've

bought?"

   "Well see, that's a

funny thing." Gary replied, dodging the question a bit. "I didn't exactly buy them,

really." He explained...