
Wallace Gridoky and the other survivors are interrogated.
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Ever since Wallace got off the boat with his girlfriend and the rest of the survivors, he felt something dark and chilling hanging over his head. It was as though an eerie presence just wouldn’t leave him alone, lingering behind his shoulder and constantly whispering incoherent phrases in his ear. Wallace had survived the hellacious events that unfolded a few hours ago, and he was grateful that he was alive. Yet…there was this force following him, yearning to get his attention at any costs. Right now, Wallace was sitting with the remaining survivors inside a local police station, awaiting interrogation. While Wally’s girlfriend was busy trying to comfort him, the rest of the survivors were staring and shifting their eyes back and forth at the yellow tiger. Wallace already knew this was going to happen, he knew that everyone would think he was a freak. Maybe he was, but if it hadn’t been for him, they’d all be dead right now. No one actually thanked him for saving their lives except for Ashley; the rest simply avoided him.
“You really think I had any part of this?” whispered Wallace.
No one responded.
“I didn’t cause this.”
“…Sure you didn’t.” mumbled Erick.
Wallace huffed. “You guys think I’m a—”
“He’s not a wizard or possessed.” said Ashley, backing up her mate.
“I was gonna say terrorist.” said the bear.
Suddenly, during the survivors’ little conversation, the door leading inside the holding room they were sitting in opened, revealing a blue badger wearing a red coat and jeans. Behind him was a couple of Special Investigation FurPD agents dressed up in their normal clothing. They actually looked like undercover agents; one was dressed in an open jacket and jeans and the other was wearing a black sweater and jeans. Both of them were brown spotted skunks.
“Hello, we’re with the Special Forces Unit of FurPD and we’ve been sent here to interrogate some of the survivors of the incident to find the source of the explosion.”
“What source? It was just a freak accident that got a bunch of furries killed.” said the mouse.
“That may be true, but due to the high casualty toll and multiple series of explosions, this might be a terrorist attack.”
“…And you think we’re the suspects?”
“That’s a definite possibility.”
“So in order to get our facts straight, we’re gonna have to interrogate you all individually. I think we’ll start with you Mr. Gridoky.”
Wallace looked up at the badger and sighed heavily, standing out of his chair.
The skunk with an open jacket took a sip of his coffee from his Styrofoam cup and placed it down on the interrogation table while the other was sitting in his chair right across from Wallace. The skunk wearing the jacket is named Arnold Dalyn and his partner’s name is Franky Elowis.
“Now I know you’ve seen a bunch of interrogation scenes from movies and TV shows and other forms of media, but frankly, we like to be very blunt and frank with our suspects. We’re gonna ask you a series of questions and you respond as truthfully as possible.” said Arnold.
Wallace shook his head. “I understand.”
“Okay then. According to eye witnesses at the pier, some furries were stating that you saw a vision of the boat crashing. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Did you take any pills or do any narcotics such as heroine or shrooms or acid before getting on board?”
“No.”
“Did you take any drugs?” asked Franky.
“No.”
Franky started rubbing his head. “Why don’t you make things easy for us and tell us what happened before you got on the boat?”
Wallace stared at his hands resting on the table, trying to figure out what he should say to the officers without sounding crazy or somewhat delusional. He had to find the perfect words to make them even remotely believe him. The tiger listened to the clock tick and tock several times over before he started speaking again.
“I saw it. I just saw it happen.”
“Really?”
“I was going on a cruise with my friends Katie and Erick and my girlfriend Ashley, when I just saw it.”
“You can’t see visions in thin air Wallace.”
“Have either of you had a dream that was real before? Like if you kick something in your dream, you wake up and involuntarily jerk your leg forward? I just zoned out and the next thing I know, people all around me are dying. Just when I think I’m about to be shredded by a propeller, I wake up.”
Arnold shrugged. “Just like that?”
“Basically.”
“See, the thing is Wallace, there was a death toll of at least 537 passengers, twice that many wounded or in critical condition. The only thing that would make sense due to the major death count is an act of terrorism.”
Wallace looked at the officers. “You guys think I’m a terrorist?”
“It’s a very basic procedure. You sneak on board the ship overnight, plant some explosives inside the engine room and sneak back out. The next day, you create a stir, saying the ship is about to explode and just when you get off, you secretly activate the bombs when no one’s looking. This way, you can simply blame the incident on a mere circumstance.”
“Or perhaps someone forced you to plant the bombs and the next day, you felt so guilty, you decided to scream the whole plan to everyone on board, but nobody believed you.”
“There are a colossal amount of scenarios we can think of to explain why you got off the ship. Frankly, you seeing a freaky premonition doesn’t cut it for us.”
“So-so what do you want me to do, lie?”
Arnold shrugged. “Whatever makes our lives easier.”
“Your boyfriend has a very creative imagination Dikep.”
“It’s Dickup. My last name is Dickup.” said Ashley.
Arnold and Franky stifled a laugh and Arnold spat a little bit of coffee from his mouth, chuckling under his breath.
“Dickup? Like-like um…Dick-Up-Your-Ass?”
Franky covered his laugh after hearing Arnold’s joke.
“No I think you mean Dick-Up-Her-Cunt.”
Arnold spat out even more coffee and actually laughed out loud, unable to hold back his laughter anymore.
“Either you so-called officers stop making fun of my last name or I leave.” said Ashley, forming a fist.
Arnold stopped laughing at Ashley’s last name and got control of himself, realizing how important the current situation was.
“Anyway, your boyfriend has quite an imagination. Apparently, he had some ominous dream about the boat exploding and as soon as he was done dreaming, he had a panic attack and forced himself off the ship, along with a handful of others.”
“That’s what happened.”
“Are you sure about that Ashley?”
“I was standing right next to him officer. What else do you want me to say?”
“Has Wallace been acting strange or antisocial the last few weeks?”
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“…Well he didn’t come out of his dorm for a few days after Erick pranked him and shaved off all the fur on his scalp.”
“But he has a full head of hair.”
“Funny story; his hair grows astronomically fast. What does this have to do with being antisocial?”
“There’s the possibility that your boyfriend might be a terrorist.”
“No offense, but that’s a load of bullshit. If there’s anything my boyfriend isn’t, it’s a terrorist. Wally peed all over a guy’s car when he said ‘America sucks ass!’ and almost beat a furry to death when he saw him ripping up the American flag.”
“That doesn’t toss out the possibility that he was brainwashed.”
“What?”
“Terrorists may sometimes kidnap furries and feed them subliminal messages so they won’t have a conscious memory of receiving any orders. For all we know, a terrorist could’ve snuck into his dorm in the middle of the night and subjected him to do something his subconscious knew, but his actual mind didn’t.”
“Why?”
“So he wouldn’t remember anything.”
“All I can say is that I don’t know anything. I’ve been dating Wallace for a long time now and if he were a brainwashed terrorist, I think I’d know about it by now.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything!!” shouted Erick.
“McWolski, I’m pretty sure you have to know that something was wrong with Wallace before you got on.”
Erick scoffed. “The guys got a phobia of boats. I mean, who the hell is scared of sailing? It’s like those furries who are scared of blood and those furries with weird fetishes like pee-pee and shit and vore—whatever the hell that is.”
“What’s wrong with fetishes?”
“It’s fine and dandy until someone uses his or her fetish against you. I got peed on for five minutes by a wolf who enjoys watersports! If you smell certain parts of my fur, they still reek of piss!”
“That sounds revolting.” said Franky.
“I know! And then he started fartin’ on me and put his foot in my mouth—”
“If you would please get back to the current situation sir.”
“…Right. Well, we were getting on this huge cruise ship and suddenly, my buddy starts freaking out, saying the boat’s gonna blow up. He started running off the ship when he ran into some drug dealers and got into a huge fight and a bunch of us got kicked off.”
“Do you know why he had the dream?”
Erick shrugged. “Stress or fear. I guess he got so freaked out about the trip he hallucinated.”
“How did you react when you got kicked off the ship?”
“I was pissed!! How would you feel if you got kicked off a fancy cruise ship that catered to your every whim?”
“That’s true.”
“But then the boat exploded just like Wally predicted. If it hadn’t been for him, I’d be dead right now. Guess we’re all the lucky ones right?
“Um that guy Wallace…he freaked out and got my wife Abby and I kicked off the ship.”
“So what happened?”
“I don’t know. I-I was just standing on the pier and…and the propeller came…”
“And that’s when your wife Abby Powst died?”
Rex sniffled and shook his head up and down. “Yeah.”
“Okay. So from where you stand, did this kid Wally seem like a radical, a terrorist of some sorts?”
“No…”
“And there was no evidence of—”
“May I please leave now?”
Arnold and Franky glanced at each other. “We’re not finished with the interrogation sir.”
“My wife died not even five hours ago…and today’s our anniversary. It’s…It’s this time of the year again when the Powst curse begins to rear its ugly head into the picture.”
“What curse?”
“Everytime someone in my family has an anniversary, someone in the family dies. I guess...I guess my wife and I were chosen today. This wasn’t the first time either; a year ago today my wife was almost killed in an apartment fire that started from faulty wiring and if it hadn’t been for me saving her she would’ve been dead. I guess fate needed her to die before midnight yesterday.”
“Did you ever think it may have been a coincidence—”
“Every single furry in my family who has an anniversary loses someone very close to them. There’s no other explanation for it except for it being a curse.”
“Sir, I know you’re upset about your late wife but we really need to get through these questions.”
Rex knocked Arnold’s cup of coffee out of his hands and got out of the chair, slamming the door behind him and storming out of the police station.
“…He knocked over my coffee.” whined Arnold.
“Okay, so you were one of the crewfurries who worked aboard the cruise liner, is that correct?” asked Franky.
“Yes.” said the mouse.
“So Addy tells us why you got off the ship so early.”
“There was a big fight going on aboard the ship and I had to get everyone caught up in the squabble off. It’s part of this policy that the ship’s accustomed to. The only reason why I stayed behind was because if I didn’t I’m sure someone would’ve been stupid enough to try and latch onto the anchor hanging out of the stern.”
“Tells us about this Wallace kid.”
“I honestly can’t give my opinion on the guy. I was just doing my job, then he freaked out and got into a fight. I’m not one who’s superstitious, but it’s a helluva coincidence that the boat explodes half an hour after he said it would.”
“Would you say that Gridoky might’ve been working for a terrorist coalition?”
“Doubtful. He doesn’t really seem like the type of furry who’d be smart enough to pull off blowing up a ship. Why, what you guys thinking?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Katie Ulvern right?”
“That’s my name.”
“You must’ve had a rough day today, with the boat exploding and you witnessing a woman getting crushed by a propeller.”
“Yes well…it’s a pretty grim thing that happened today.”
“Stranger things have happened in this world. I’m sure you remember hearing of that serial killer who went around decapitating furries at night?” asked Franky.
“Yeah.”
“So what happened out there?”
“My friend freaked out—”
“—said the boat was going to explode, got into a fight with the other survivors and got kicked off the boat?” Arnold said.
“How’d you know I was gonna say that?”
“Because every other furry we’ve interrogated has said exactly the same thing. I’m pretty sure you’re also going to tell us you doubt he’s a terrorist?”
“Why would Wally be a terrorist?”
“When am I gonna get my goddamn money back?!” asked the black shark who survived the accident.
“We’re working as fast as we can sir. Just tell us what we need to know and then you can leave.”
“My name’s Gerry Valvinz. I scored a ticket on this badass cruise, but thanks to some asshole tiger, I got kicked off.”
“Could you be more descriptive?” asked Arnold.
“I was in line to get on the ship and I had to pee really bad, so I got out of line and used the bathroom to avoid wetting myself. As soon as I get out, a huge crowd forms and starts walking towards me and prevents me from getting on board. Even though I tried to explain to one of the crewfurries what happened, he wouldn’t let me on. So I had to stay behind.”
“Do you know anything about the incident where Wallace Gridoky had a premonition about the boat exploding?”
“I didn’t even know about it till a few minutes before the boat blew up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I didn’t go on that ship…but that doesn’t mean I still don’t want to go on a long, relaxing cruise.”
“You guys ain’t got squat on me!!!” shouted Darren.
The folf sniffled four times before brushing his thumb against his nose.
“Calm down Sacre. We just want to know about the accident that occurred a few hours ago.” said Arnold.
“I was-SNIFF!-I was on the boat right? And-and-SNIFF!-some tiger came by and spilled my load all over-SNIFF!-the deck man!”
“I see.”
“So I’m not getting arrested?”
“If you weren’t getting arrested, don’t you think we would’ve taken the handcuffs off?”
“BIT I DIDN’T DO NOTHIN’!!” protested Darren.
“We found you with a suitcase full of uncut cocaine. That means you were either going to distribute it on board the ship or you were transporting it to a drug dealer out of town. Either way you put it, you’re guilty and you will go to prison.” said Franky.
“Then why am I in here?!”
“Because we want to hear your side of the story.”
“I wasn’t-SNIFF!-paying attention! All I know is that the guy was screaming and hollering and then-SNIFF!-he ran into me! I was just trying to beat the shit outta him!”
“I was sunbathing and all of a sudden, some tiger walks in front of me and blocks my sunlight and his friends start criticizing my foot odor. About a minute later, the same guy got into a fight and continued to pester me on my vacation.”
“Aryll you got mad because someone fell on you?”
“I’m a friggin’ bear! I have a short temper and do not like to get bothered okay?! Xavier Aryll does not like to be bothered!”
“So you start a fight with the Wally kid?”
“Damn straight. I gotta give some props to the guy though; if he hadn’t pestered me so much, he wouldn’t have provoked me to get into the fight and I wouldn’t have gotten kicked off. In the end…he saved me…in a weird kinda way.”
“Like everyone else, I’m sure you don’t think he’s a terrorist.”
The bear shrugged. “You never know.”
“In that case, we’re done with all of the interrogations.” confirmed Arnold.
Xavier sighed heavily and pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“Take off the nose plugs.”
Arnold and Franky glanced at each other. “We’d prefer to wait until you leave the building.”
“My paws do not stink that bad!”
“You must not know what Limburger cheese smells like.”
“It’s just a mild case of rancid foot odor.”
“Pardon my French, but your paws are nowhere near mild.”
“Yeah, I think I’d be better off smothering myself in a pile of dirty socks.”
“THEY DON’T SMELL THAT BAD!!”
“Okay, you’re all free to go. If anyone feels the need of spiritual counseling or needs our help, just come by the station. It’s open 24/7.”
Everyone got out of their chairs and began to walk out of the police station, still wary of Wallace and his freaky premonition. Wallace was still walking with his girlfriend who was busy holding his hand and trying to make him feel better.
“You okay baby?”
Wallace felt something cold brush past his fur, nearly making his teeth chatter.
“Yeah…yeah I’m okay.”
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Ever since Wallace got off the boat with his girlfriend and the rest of the survivors, he felt something dark and chilling hanging over his head. It was as though an eerie presence just wouldn’t leave him alone, lingering behind his shoulder and constantly whispering incoherent phrases in his ear. Wallace had survived the hellacious events that unfolded a few hours ago, and he was grateful that he was alive. Yet…there was this force following him, yearning to get his attention at any costs. Right now, Wallace was sitting with the remaining survivors inside a local police station, awaiting interrogation. While Wally’s girlfriend was busy trying to comfort him, the rest of the survivors were staring and shifting their eyes back and forth at the yellow tiger. Wallace already knew this was going to happen, he knew that everyone would think he was a freak. Maybe he was, but if it hadn’t been for him, they’d all be dead right now. No one actually thanked him for saving their lives except for Ashley; the rest simply avoided him.
“You really think I had any part of this?” whispered Wallace.
No one responded.
“I didn’t cause this.”
“…Sure you didn’t.” mumbled Erick.
Wallace huffed. “You guys think I’m a—”
“He’s not a wizard or possessed.” said Ashley, backing up her mate.
“I was gonna say terrorist.” said the bear.
Suddenly, during the survivors’ little conversation, the door leading inside the holding room they were sitting in opened, revealing a blue badger wearing a red coat and jeans. Behind him was a couple of Special Investigation FurPD agents dressed up in their normal clothing. They actually looked like undercover agents; one was dressed in an open jacket and jeans and the other was wearing a black sweater and jeans. Both of them were brown spotted skunks.
“Hello, we’re with the Special Forces Unit of FurPD and we’ve been sent here to interrogate some of the survivors of the incident to find the source of the explosion.”
“What source? It was just a freak accident that got a bunch of furries killed.” said the mouse.
“That may be true, but due to the high casualty toll and multiple series of explosions, this might be a terrorist attack.”
“…And you think we’re the suspects?”
“That’s a definite possibility.”
“So in order to get our facts straight, we’re gonna have to interrogate you all individually. I think we’ll start with you Mr. Gridoky.”
Wallace looked up at the badger and sighed heavily, standing out of his chair.
The skunk with an open jacket took a sip of his coffee from his Styrofoam cup and placed it down on the interrogation table while the other was sitting in his chair right across from Wallace. The skunk wearing the jacket is named Arnold Dalyn and his partner’s name is Franky Elowis.
“Now I know you’ve seen a bunch of interrogation scenes from movies and TV shows and other forms of media, but frankly, we like to be very blunt and frank with our suspects. We’re gonna ask you a series of questions and you respond as truthfully as possible.” said Arnold.
Wallace shook his head. “I understand.”
“Okay then. According to eye witnesses at the pier, some furries were stating that you saw a vision of the boat crashing. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“Did you take any pills or do any narcotics such as heroine or shrooms or acid before getting on board?”
“No.”
“Did you take any drugs?” asked Franky.
“No.”
Franky started rubbing his head. “Why don’t you make things easy for us and tell us what happened before you got on the boat?”
Wallace stared at his hands resting on the table, trying to figure out what he should say to the officers without sounding crazy or somewhat delusional. He had to find the perfect words to make them even remotely believe him. The tiger listened to the clock tick and tock several times over before he started speaking again.
“I saw it. I just saw it happen.”
“Really?”
“I was going on a cruise with my friends Katie and Erick and my girlfriend Ashley, when I just saw it.”
“You can’t see visions in thin air Wallace.”
“Have either of you had a dream that was real before? Like if you kick something in your dream, you wake up and involuntarily jerk your leg forward? I just zoned out and the next thing I know, people all around me are dying. Just when I think I’m about to be shredded by a propeller, I wake up.”
Arnold shrugged. “Just like that?”
“Basically.”
“See, the thing is Wallace, there was a death toll of at least 537 passengers, twice that many wounded or in critical condition. The only thing that would make sense due to the major death count is an act of terrorism.”
Wallace looked at the officers. “You guys think I’m a terrorist?”
“It’s a very basic procedure. You sneak on board the ship overnight, plant some explosives inside the engine room and sneak back out. The next day, you create a stir, saying the ship is about to explode and just when you get off, you secretly activate the bombs when no one’s looking. This way, you can simply blame the incident on a mere circumstance.”
“Or perhaps someone forced you to plant the bombs and the next day, you felt so guilty, you decided to scream the whole plan to everyone on board, but nobody believed you.”
“There are a colossal amount of scenarios we can think of to explain why you got off the ship. Frankly, you seeing a freaky premonition doesn’t cut it for us.”
“So-so what do you want me to do, lie?”
Arnold shrugged. “Whatever makes our lives easier.”
“Your boyfriend has a very creative imagination Dikep.”
“It’s Dickup. My last name is Dickup.” said Ashley.
Arnold and Franky stifled a laugh and Arnold spat a little bit of coffee from his mouth, chuckling under his breath.
“Dickup? Like-like um…Dick-Up-Your-Ass?”
Franky covered his laugh after hearing Arnold’s joke.
“No I think you mean Dick-Up-Her-Cunt.”
Arnold spat out even more coffee and actually laughed out loud, unable to hold back his laughter anymore.
“Either you so-called officers stop making fun of my last name or I leave.” said Ashley, forming a fist.
Arnold stopped laughing at Ashley’s last name and got control of himself, realizing how important the current situation was.
“Anyway, your boyfriend has quite an imagination. Apparently, he had some ominous dream about the boat exploding and as soon as he was done dreaming, he had a panic attack and forced himself off the ship, along with a handful of others.”
“That’s what happened.”
“Are you sure about that Ashley?”
“I was standing right next to him officer. What else do you want me to say?”
“Has Wallace been acting strange or antisocial the last few weeks?”
“No.”
“You sure about that?”
“…Well he didn’t come out of his dorm for a few days after Erick pranked him and shaved off all the fur on his scalp.”
“But he has a full head of hair.”
“Funny story; his hair grows astronomically fast. What does this have to do with being antisocial?”
“There’s the possibility that your boyfriend might be a terrorist.”
“No offense, but that’s a load of bullshit. If there’s anything my boyfriend isn’t, it’s a terrorist. Wally peed all over a guy’s car when he said ‘America sucks ass!’ and almost beat a furry to death when he saw him ripping up the American flag.”
“That doesn’t toss out the possibility that he was brainwashed.”
“What?”
“Terrorists may sometimes kidnap furries and feed them subliminal messages so they won’t have a conscious memory of receiving any orders. For all we know, a terrorist could’ve snuck into his dorm in the middle of the night and subjected him to do something his subconscious knew, but his actual mind didn’t.”
“Why?”
“So he wouldn’t remember anything.”
“All I can say is that I don’t know anything. I’ve been dating Wallace for a long time now and if he were a brainwashed terrorist, I think I’d know about it by now.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything!!” shouted Erick.
“McWolski, I’m pretty sure you have to know that something was wrong with Wallace before you got on.”
Erick scoffed. “The guys got a phobia of boats. I mean, who the hell is scared of sailing? It’s like those furries who are scared of blood and those furries with weird fetishes like pee-pee and shit and vore—whatever the hell that is.”
“What’s wrong with fetishes?”
“It’s fine and dandy until someone uses his or her fetish against you. I got peed on for five minutes by a wolf who enjoys watersports! If you smell certain parts of my fur, they still reek of piss!”
“That sounds revolting.” said Franky.
“I know! And then he started fartin’ on me and put his foot in my mouth—”
“If you would please get back to the current situation sir.”
“…Right. Well, we were getting on this huge cruise ship and suddenly, my buddy starts freaking out, saying the boat’s gonna blow up. He started running off the ship when he ran into some drug dealers and got into a huge fight and a bunch of us got kicked off.”
“Do you know why he had the dream?”
Erick shrugged. “Stress or fear. I guess he got so freaked out about the trip he hallucinated.”
“How did you react when you got kicked off the ship?”
“I was pissed!! How would you feel if you got kicked off a fancy cruise ship that catered to your every whim?”
“That’s true.”
“But then the boat exploded just like Wally predicted. If it hadn’t been for him, I’d be dead right now. Guess we’re all the lucky ones right?
“Um that guy Wallace…he freaked out and got my wife Abby and I kicked off the ship.”
“So what happened?”
“I don’t know. I-I was just standing on the pier and…and the propeller came…”
“And that’s when your wife Abby Powst died?”
Rex sniffled and shook his head up and down. “Yeah.”
“Okay. So from where you stand, did this kid Wally seem like a radical, a terrorist of some sorts?”
“No…”
“And there was no evidence of—”
“May I please leave now?”
Arnold and Franky glanced at each other. “We’re not finished with the interrogation sir.”
“My wife died not even five hours ago…and today’s our anniversary. It’s…It’s this time of the year again when the Powst curse begins to rear its ugly head into the picture.”
“What curse?”
“Everytime someone in my family has an anniversary, someone in the family dies. I guess...I guess my wife and I were chosen today. This wasn’t the first time either; a year ago today my wife was almost killed in an apartment fire that started from faulty wiring and if it hadn’t been for me saving her she would’ve been dead. I guess fate needed her to die before midnight yesterday.”
“Did you ever think it may have been a coincidence—”
“Every single furry in my family who has an anniversary loses someone very close to them. There’s no other explanation for it except for it being a curse.”
“Sir, I know you’re upset about your late wife but we really need to get through these questions.”
Rex knocked Arnold’s cup of coffee out of his hands and got out of the chair, slamming the door behind him and storming out of the police station.
“…He knocked over my coffee.” whined Arnold.
“Okay, so you were one of the crewfurries who worked aboard the cruise liner, is that correct?” asked Franky.
“Yes.” said the mouse.
“So Addy tells us why you got off the ship so early.”
“There was a big fight going on aboard the ship and I had to get everyone caught up in the squabble off. It’s part of this policy that the ship’s accustomed to. The only reason why I stayed behind was because if I didn’t I’m sure someone would’ve been stupid enough to try and latch onto the anchor hanging out of the stern.”
“Tells us about this Wallace kid.”
“I honestly can’t give my opinion on the guy. I was just doing my job, then he freaked out and got into a fight. I’m not one who’s superstitious, but it’s a helluva coincidence that the boat explodes half an hour after he said it would.”
“Would you say that Gridoky might’ve been working for a terrorist coalition?”
“Doubtful. He doesn’t really seem like the type of furry who’d be smart enough to pull off blowing up a ship. Why, what you guys thinking?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“Katie Ulvern right?”
“That’s my name.”
“You must’ve had a rough day today, with the boat exploding and you witnessing a woman getting crushed by a propeller.”
“Yes well…it’s a pretty grim thing that happened today.”
“Stranger things have happened in this world. I’m sure you remember hearing of that serial killer who went around decapitating furries at night?” asked Franky.
“Yeah.”
“So what happened out there?”
“My friend freaked out—”
“—said the boat was going to explode, got into a fight with the other survivors and got kicked off the boat?” Arnold said.
“How’d you know I was gonna say that?”
“Because every other furry we’ve interrogated has said exactly the same thing. I’m pretty sure you’re also going to tell us you doubt he’s a terrorist?”
“Why would Wally be a terrorist?”
“When am I gonna get my goddamn money back?!” asked the black shark who survived the accident.
“We’re working as fast as we can sir. Just tell us what we need to know and then you can leave.”
“My name’s Gerry Valvinz. I scored a ticket on this badass cruise, but thanks to some asshole tiger, I got kicked off.”
“Could you be more descriptive?” asked Arnold.
“I was in line to get on the ship and I had to pee really bad, so I got out of line and used the bathroom to avoid wetting myself. As soon as I get out, a huge crowd forms and starts walking towards me and prevents me from getting on board. Even though I tried to explain to one of the crewfurries what happened, he wouldn’t let me on. So I had to stay behind.”
“Do you know anything about the incident where Wallace Gridoky had a premonition about the boat exploding?”
“I didn’t even know about it till a few minutes before the boat blew up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I didn’t go on that ship…but that doesn’t mean I still don’t want to go on a long, relaxing cruise.”
“You guys ain’t got squat on me!!!” shouted Darren.
The folf sniffled four times before brushing his thumb against his nose.
“Calm down Sacre. We just want to know about the accident that occurred a few hours ago.” said Arnold.
“I was-SNIFF!-I was on the boat right? And-and-SNIFF!-some tiger came by and spilled my load all over-SNIFF!-the deck man!”
“I see.”
“So I’m not getting arrested?”
“If you weren’t getting arrested, don’t you think we would’ve taken the handcuffs off?”
“BIT I DIDN’T DO NOTHIN’!!” protested Darren.
“We found you with a suitcase full of uncut cocaine. That means you were either going to distribute it on board the ship or you were transporting it to a drug dealer out of town. Either way you put it, you’re guilty and you will go to prison.” said Franky.
“Then why am I in here?!”
“Because we want to hear your side of the story.”
“I wasn’t-SNIFF!-paying attention! All I know is that the guy was screaming and hollering and then-SNIFF!-he ran into me! I was just trying to beat the shit outta him!”
“I was sunbathing and all of a sudden, some tiger walks in front of me and blocks my sunlight and his friends start criticizing my foot odor. About a minute later, the same guy got into a fight and continued to pester me on my vacation.”
“Aryll you got mad because someone fell on you?”
“I’m a friggin’ bear! I have a short temper and do not like to get bothered okay?! Xavier Aryll does not like to be bothered!”
“So you start a fight with the Wally kid?”
“Damn straight. I gotta give some props to the guy though; if he hadn’t pestered me so much, he wouldn’t have provoked me to get into the fight and I wouldn’t have gotten kicked off. In the end…he saved me…in a weird kinda way.”
“Like everyone else, I’m sure you don’t think he’s a terrorist.”
The bear shrugged. “You never know.”
“In that case, we’re done with all of the interrogations.” confirmed Arnold.
Xavier sighed heavily and pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“Take off the nose plugs.”
Arnold and Franky glanced at each other. “We’d prefer to wait until you leave the building.”
“My paws do not stink that bad!”
“You must not know what Limburger cheese smells like.”
“It’s just a mild case of rancid foot odor.”
“Pardon my French, but your paws are nowhere near mild.”
“Yeah, I think I’d be better off smothering myself in a pile of dirty socks.”
“THEY DON’T SMELL THAT BAD!!”
“Okay, you’re all free to go. If anyone feels the need of spiritual counseling or needs our help, just come by the station. It’s open 24/7.”
Everyone got out of their chairs and began to walk out of the police station, still wary of Wallace and his freaky premonition. Wallace was still walking with his girlfriend who was busy holding his hand and trying to make him feel better.
“You okay baby?”
Wallace felt something cold brush past his fur, nearly making his teeth chatter.
“Yeah…yeah I’m okay.”
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Just got to love when someone knows they are guilty of something they always try to play tough guy, making it obvious they did something wrong.
That curse us kinda fascinating, if he told the other would they think his curse would be the reason the boat went boom.
"…He knocked over my coffee."
That curse us kinda fascinating, if he told the other would they think his curse would be the reason the boat went boom.
"…He knocked over my coffee."
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