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A story I wrote on DeviantArt for this picture: https://www.deviantart.com/j-555art.....tion-754100552
This i a feels-y story set in a city basically controlled by the Mob. Today is Pay-day. A time when everyone has to pay the mob for services. The Mob punishes those who don't pay up. A fox store clerk is terrified he hasn't got enough to pay the mob. Whats worse is that the mobster collecting from him is a notorious member who is called by his nickname: "Mobstah Bunneh"
HERE IS STORY:
-The mobster bunny approached the store clerk fox in a slow and quite menacing way. Today was pay-day, the time of the month where the neighborhood had to pay taxes to the Mob for protection and money revenue. The Mob around here was very strict and ruthless, especially when it was tax time. They wanted their money even if it means taking everything you own or even selling YOU or your family into servitude for the Mob or even killing you. The Mob ran the city and everything in it. From the factories to the stores they ruled it all. The Police was of no use, in-fact the police is PAYED by the Mob to do nothing about their presence. The Mob ruled the city. Without the Mob the city would be bankrupt in days. The city followed the Mobs' rules and obeyed them. Of course if you didn't obey and cooperate then the Mob has ways of dealing with you. The ways in which they dealt with "unruly" citizens were sometimes very brutal and put fear in the residents of the city. FEAR was the exact emotion the fox store clerk had at that moment, for he didn't make enough money for pay-day. Thoughts raced his mind. What was he going to do? He didn't have enough so the Mob will surly punish him in some way. As the mobster bunny got closer and closer to his shop he became all the more terrified. Not only was he terrified of how the Mobster would react,but also of the Mobster himself! Vinnie T. or better known as his nickname "Mobstah Bunneh" is one of the infamous ruthless Mobsters of the city. Everyone feared Vinnie, including other Mobsters! He is notorious for bringing on psychological torture on others and making even the most hardened ones cower. The mobster always carried a pistol in his hand and twirled it around his finger making a jingling noise (due to the ammo inside). Vinnie carried his gun in one hand and his money-collecting suitcase in another and approached the quivering store clerk. The fox was never so scared in his life. The Bunny saw the fear PERMEATING from the store clerk. A smug smile crossed the Mobster's face and decided to light a cigar for good measure. He stopped in front of the fox and (in a very slow and uncomfortable way) tipped his hat. Then he said:
"Hello there", in a raspy, yet very clear, voice. "H-....H-i-i...." the clerk answered in the most quiet and frightened way. "So, tell me something my good sir. DO YOU HAVE THE MONEY FOR US?" The Mobster said this phrase (especially 'do you have money for us') in a very clear and cold tone. The shop keeper was shaking from head to toe. He was light-headed and wanted to run away from this area but he couldn't. "Well...?", Vinnie said in an annoyed tone, "Did ya pay or not?!" The fox had to say something quickly. He very quickly came up with an answer that would stall the Mob for a bit. However, instead of saying his brainstormed answer, he instead made a few whimpers and said very quietly "N-no". The answer was barely audible but Vinnie could still hear it. "What..." Vinnie replied. The smug expression was now completely gone from the bunny's face. Instead it was replaced by a frown along with a puzzled expression as well. Two other mob members heard Vinnie's puzzled answer and came over to the store. By this time the fox clerk was beyond terrified. Feelings of dread and extreme suspense came to him now. Every second felt like days. The bunny looked angry for a second and was about to say something but stopped both the angry look and what he was about to say and looked like he was thinking. The bunny put his suitcase down (but not the gun) and still pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly the Mobster looked like he got an idea. The confused frown was gone, and instead was replaced by sickeningly smug grin. The Mobster's eyes were like a gagged sword, they pierced into the fox's soul. The fox knew what this expression meant. Vinnie was going to psychologically terrify him until he got what he wanted out of him. "Really? You don't have the money for us? Awww well... Ain't that too bad!" The Mobster said in a very sing-songy and irritating tone. A tone that exhibited the narcissism and corruptness that was inside Vinnie T. He approached the clerk slowly and suddenly put his hand on the clerk's shoulder. "It must Be "VERY DIFFICULT" to run your store and have to worry that you'd loose two cents worth for paying us ONLY MONTHLY." Vinnie continued his tone and his stare kept staring the fox down with the soul-searching eyes. The fox knew where this was going to lead and wanted to just curl up into a ball and hide away. "But here's the thing," the bunny kept going, "you ain't new here. Taxes are part of the RULES, OUR VERY "FAIR RULES". We think it is just that the taxes are paid for because we bend over backward to protect you. RIGHT?" The fox nods and quivers at the same time. "And YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR OUR USEFUL SERVICES, RIGHT?" The fox nods again but it was even weaker than last one. "AND THOSE WHO LIKE TO HOARD MONEY GET TAUGHT A "LESSON", DON'T THEY?" The fox didn't even nod but instead made a whimper. The fox's feelings were a mixture of fear, paranoia, guilt, dread, anger, suspense, uncomfortableness, and fatigue. He really felt uncomfortable with the Mobster staring right into him, having the mobster's hand right on his shoulder, the fact that the mobster is inching closer to him, and that the mobster still had his revolver in his other hand. The clerk was so scared for his life and his family's lives. He didn't want trouble. He had been on hard times recently and barely can upkeep his store. He couldn't pay the Mafia. He can't!... Vinnie continued; "AND YOU KNOW WHO HOARDERS ARE THAT DON'T GIVE THEIR FAIR SHARE,RIGHT?" The fox clerk didn't know how to answer so he didn't do anything. Finally after a few seconds go by the mobster suddenly yelled "PIGS! THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE!!!!" The shear voice caught the fox off balance and nearly fell but realized a wall was behind him. Was the wall always behind him? He didn't know. The mobster's hand was still on his shoulder and was tightly gripping now. The fox also heard the jingling of the gun in Vinnie's hands. The fox wanted nothing more than to run away. He was beyond terrified of what would happen next. A lump was forming in his neck. He was very close to tears but held it in. The mobster began to speak and lowered his voice to the way he had it before and said,
"Ya know? You remind me of a client we used to have. Our client was VERY GREEDY and thought of cheeky ways to try and cheat us. He was a pig. A VERY GREEDY PIG. His name was Louie. Stingy fellow... BUT ALAS! HE DISAPPEARED! Some say he ran away. Some say he committed suicide. OR SOME SAY THE MOB PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE LIKE ALL THE GREEDY PIGS WHO DOUBLE-CROSS US." The fox just stared fearfully into the soul-devouring eyes of Vinnie. The fox and everyone else in the city knew the case of Louie. Louie was an accountant who didn't pay the Mob regularly and did try and evade Pay-day sometimes. He disappeared one day and nobody seen him since. Rumor had it that Louie was last heard screaming in the distance though nobody knows from where. The fox wondered if HE'D FIND OUT THE FATE OF LOUIE BY EXPERIENCING THE SAME FATE HIMSELF! Vinnie then said in a very menacing way, "So, ARE YOU A PIG?" The mobster was beginning to lean closer and closer to the clerk. The fox wanted to cry, to scream, to hide, to do anything to call for help but he couldn't. The fox realized that the grip on his shoulder was gone and instead the hand was at his neck! Vinnie wasn't chocking him, but had it there probably to add more fear. It didn't help that the fox was now right against a wall either. The Mobster looked like he wanted an answer but the fox couldn't come up with one so he simply said in a very shaky tone, "I-....I-I don't k-know...." The mobster stared for a second then stated:"Since you are quivering and whimpering all over the damn place and are scared stiff like an effin' BABY, I'm gonna call ya "PIGLET" instead! Ha ha!" He leaned even closer to the store clerk fox and began to talk in a stern manner. "Now, We want you to pay VERY SOON. Since you decided to waste our time today we HOPE YOU CAN PAY US BY TOMMORROW. ALL OF IT IN FULL. No double-crossing us... OR ELSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The fox wanted to say yes, but he was still very shaken and couldn't speak so a whine came out instead. "I'll take that as a yes...". Suddenly the mobster hit the fox across the face and pushed him into one of the store produce displays. Fruit flew across the room, the table collapsed, and the fox lay on the ground stunned with a bloody nose. The tears that he held back earlier now freely flowed from his face. Vinnie and the other two mobsters were roaring with laughter above him. "HAHAHA! SEE! THAT IS YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR STALLING US! Now make SURE you have the money tomorrow! Better pay up or find ya self at the bottom of a good ol' lake, OR SOMETHING MORE PAINFUL! Take care now... PIGLET!" Vinnie jeered and the three mobsters kept laughing as they left the fox on the floor in pain and sorrow. After the three left, the fox got out from the destroyed produce stand. He sat on the store's floor and began to cry harder. The whimpers and tears were now replaced by soft wails and a steady stream of tears. The fox didn't know what to do. He still wouldn't have enough by tomorrow either AND NEXT TIME HE'LL SURLY DIE WHEN HE DIDN'T HAVE THE MONEY. As he stayed in a state of sorrow on the floor all he could think about was how in the hell he would get the money in time...
This i a feels-y story set in a city basically controlled by the Mob. Today is Pay-day. A time when everyone has to pay the mob for services. The Mob punishes those who don't pay up. A fox store clerk is terrified he hasn't got enough to pay the mob. Whats worse is that the mobster collecting from him is a notorious member who is called by his nickname: "Mobstah Bunneh"
HERE IS STORY:
-The mobster bunny approached the store clerk fox in a slow and quite menacing way. Today was pay-day, the time of the month where the neighborhood had to pay taxes to the Mob for protection and money revenue. The Mob around here was very strict and ruthless, especially when it was tax time. They wanted their money even if it means taking everything you own or even selling YOU or your family into servitude for the Mob or even killing you. The Mob ran the city and everything in it. From the factories to the stores they ruled it all. The Police was of no use, in-fact the police is PAYED by the Mob to do nothing about their presence. The Mob ruled the city. Without the Mob the city would be bankrupt in days. The city followed the Mobs' rules and obeyed them. Of course if you didn't obey and cooperate then the Mob has ways of dealing with you. The ways in which they dealt with "unruly" citizens were sometimes very brutal and put fear in the residents of the city. FEAR was the exact emotion the fox store clerk had at that moment, for he didn't make enough money for pay-day. Thoughts raced his mind. What was he going to do? He didn't have enough so the Mob will surly punish him in some way. As the mobster bunny got closer and closer to his shop he became all the more terrified. Not only was he terrified of how the Mobster would react,but also of the Mobster himself! Vinnie T. or better known as his nickname "Mobstah Bunneh" is one of the infamous ruthless Mobsters of the city. Everyone feared Vinnie, including other Mobsters! He is notorious for bringing on psychological torture on others and making even the most hardened ones cower. The mobster always carried a pistol in his hand and twirled it around his finger making a jingling noise (due to the ammo inside). Vinnie carried his gun in one hand and his money-collecting suitcase in another and approached the quivering store clerk. The fox was never so scared in his life. The Bunny saw the fear PERMEATING from the store clerk. A smug smile crossed the Mobster's face and decided to light a cigar for good measure. He stopped in front of the fox and (in a very slow and uncomfortable way) tipped his hat. Then he said:
"Hello there", in a raspy, yet very clear, voice. "H-....H-i-i...." the clerk answered in the most quiet and frightened way. "So, tell me something my good sir. DO YOU HAVE THE MONEY FOR US?" The Mobster said this phrase (especially 'do you have money for us') in a very clear and cold tone. The shop keeper was shaking from head to toe. He was light-headed and wanted to run away from this area but he couldn't. "Well...?", Vinnie said in an annoyed tone, "Did ya pay or not?!" The fox had to say something quickly. He very quickly came up with an answer that would stall the Mob for a bit. However, instead of saying his brainstormed answer, he instead made a few whimpers and said very quietly "N-no". The answer was barely audible but Vinnie could still hear it. "What..." Vinnie replied. The smug expression was now completely gone from the bunny's face. Instead it was replaced by a frown along with a puzzled expression as well. Two other mob members heard Vinnie's puzzled answer and came over to the store. By this time the fox clerk was beyond terrified. Feelings of dread and extreme suspense came to him now. Every second felt like days. The bunny looked angry for a second and was about to say something but stopped both the angry look and what he was about to say and looked like he was thinking. The bunny put his suitcase down (but not the gun) and still pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly the Mobster looked like he got an idea. The confused frown was gone, and instead was replaced by sickeningly smug grin. The Mobster's eyes were like a gagged sword, they pierced into the fox's soul. The fox knew what this expression meant. Vinnie was going to psychologically terrify him until he got what he wanted out of him. "Really? You don't have the money for us? Awww well... Ain't that too bad!" The Mobster said in a very sing-songy and irritating tone. A tone that exhibited the narcissism and corruptness that was inside Vinnie T. He approached the clerk slowly and suddenly put his hand on the clerk's shoulder. "It must Be "VERY DIFFICULT" to run your store and have to worry that you'd loose two cents worth for paying us ONLY MONTHLY." Vinnie continued his tone and his stare kept staring the fox down with the soul-searching eyes. The fox knew where this was going to lead and wanted to just curl up into a ball and hide away. "But here's the thing," the bunny kept going, "you ain't new here. Taxes are part of the RULES, OUR VERY "FAIR RULES". We think it is just that the taxes are paid for because we bend over backward to protect you. RIGHT?" The fox nods and quivers at the same time. "And YOU SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR OUR USEFUL SERVICES, RIGHT?" The fox nods again but it was even weaker than last one. "AND THOSE WHO LIKE TO HOARD MONEY GET TAUGHT A "LESSON", DON'T THEY?" The fox didn't even nod but instead made a whimper. The fox's feelings were a mixture of fear, paranoia, guilt, dread, anger, suspense, uncomfortableness, and fatigue. He really felt uncomfortable with the Mobster staring right into him, having the mobster's hand right on his shoulder, the fact that the mobster is inching closer to him, and that the mobster still had his revolver in his other hand. The clerk was so scared for his life and his family's lives. He didn't want trouble. He had been on hard times recently and barely can upkeep his store. He couldn't pay the Mafia. He can't!... Vinnie continued; "AND YOU KNOW WHO HOARDERS ARE THAT DON'T GIVE THEIR FAIR SHARE,RIGHT?" The fox clerk didn't know how to answer so he didn't do anything. Finally after a few seconds go by the mobster suddenly yelled "PIGS! THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE!!!!" The shear voice caught the fox off balance and nearly fell but realized a wall was behind him. Was the wall always behind him? He didn't know. The mobster's hand was still on his shoulder and was tightly gripping now. The fox also heard the jingling of the gun in Vinnie's hands. The fox wanted nothing more than to run away. He was beyond terrified of what would happen next. A lump was forming in his neck. He was very close to tears but held it in. The mobster began to speak and lowered his voice to the way he had it before and said,
"Ya know? You remind me of a client we used to have. Our client was VERY GREEDY and thought of cheeky ways to try and cheat us. He was a pig. A VERY GREEDY PIG. His name was Louie. Stingy fellow... BUT ALAS! HE DISAPPEARED! Some say he ran away. Some say he committed suicide. OR SOME SAY THE MOB PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE LIKE ALL THE GREEDY PIGS WHO DOUBLE-CROSS US." The fox just stared fearfully into the soul-devouring eyes of Vinnie. The fox and everyone else in the city knew the case of Louie. Louie was an accountant who didn't pay the Mob regularly and did try and evade Pay-day sometimes. He disappeared one day and nobody seen him since. Rumor had it that Louie was last heard screaming in the distance though nobody knows from where. The fox wondered if HE'D FIND OUT THE FATE OF LOUIE BY EXPERIENCING THE SAME FATE HIMSELF! Vinnie then said in a very menacing way, "So, ARE YOU A PIG?" The mobster was beginning to lean closer and closer to the clerk. The fox wanted to cry, to scream, to hide, to do anything to call for help but he couldn't. The fox realized that the grip on his shoulder was gone and instead the hand was at his neck! Vinnie wasn't chocking him, but had it there probably to add more fear. It didn't help that the fox was now right against a wall either. The Mobster looked like he wanted an answer but the fox couldn't come up with one so he simply said in a very shaky tone, "I-....I-I don't k-know...." The mobster stared for a second then stated:"Since you are quivering and whimpering all over the damn place and are scared stiff like an effin' BABY, I'm gonna call ya "PIGLET" instead! Ha ha!" He leaned even closer to the store clerk fox and began to talk in a stern manner. "Now, We want you to pay VERY SOON. Since you decided to waste our time today we HOPE YOU CAN PAY US BY TOMMORROW. ALL OF IT IN FULL. No double-crossing us... OR ELSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" The fox wanted to say yes, but he was still very shaken and couldn't speak so a whine came out instead. "I'll take that as a yes...". Suddenly the mobster hit the fox across the face and pushed him into one of the store produce displays. Fruit flew across the room, the table collapsed, and the fox lay on the ground stunned with a bloody nose. The tears that he held back earlier now freely flowed from his face. Vinnie and the other two mobsters were roaring with laughter above him. "HAHAHA! SEE! THAT IS YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR STALLING US! Now make SURE you have the money tomorrow! Better pay up or find ya self at the bottom of a good ol' lake, OR SOMETHING MORE PAINFUL! Take care now... PIGLET!" Vinnie jeered and the three mobsters kept laughing as they left the fox on the floor in pain and sorrow. After the three left, the fox got out from the destroyed produce stand. He sat on the store's floor and began to cry harder. The whimpers and tears were now replaced by soft wails and a steady stream of tears. The fox didn't know what to do. He still wouldn't have enough by tomorrow either AND NEXT TIME HE'LL SURLY DIE WHEN HE DIDN'T HAVE THE MONEY. As he stayed in a state of sorrow on the floor all he could think about was how in the hell he would get the money in time...
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