Chapter 27: Job
Finn once again saw the road with cars and sinners, imps, hellhounds and succubi/incubi walking on the sidewalk all coexisting without any problems at all.
Most of them would look at Finn confused but would avoid him due to the stench of the dried blood on him.
'There are little to no hellhounds and sinners.'
"Go take a shower you fucking cum stain!"
'... I guess sinners like them exist in Hell. I need to get a job to know how everything works here and decide what I'm gonna do.'
Finn looked around and saw a billboard.
Goat an asshole in the Living worlds!? Come to I am Pee!!!??! Make sure you put this sign on the rite side. Dont fuck this up. Also payment may take a couple weeks because it cums in the Mail.
- SPEECH TO TEXT-
-Blitzo
'...'
Finn looked at the place where he came from and realized it was the building where I.M.P is.
'Oh I'm in the second circle, that's convenient. Now I know why there's little to no hellhounds and sinners, this is Imp City.'
Finn took a walk in the opposite direction of the building not wanting to interact with I.M.P again.
While strolling, Finn found many imps working in every restaurant, shop, etc... there were no job wanted posters except in a nightclub that seems to be closed in front of Finn with a requirement reading.
-STRONG.
-CAN FUCKING USE THEIR HEAD.
-CAN KEEP THEIR DICKS IN THEIR PANTS.
'Hellfire Nightclub, this might be a good start in Hell.'
Finn took the job wanted poster and entered the nightclub.
"We're closed!" The bartender said cleaning the bar table with a towel not even bothering to look at Finn.
"I'm here for a job."
The bartender had a skull of a goat as a head with long antlers going upwards but still has a flesh body and had a slim build with black skin being 5'11.
The bartender looked at Finn with dried black blood on his shirt and pants.
"Hmmmm... I guess you're qualified for the job... 15$ an hour but first take a shower and change what your wearing."
'Its this easy to get a job?'
"Do you have any for me to use?"
The bartender went to the door close to him and came out with a black t-shirt and pants.
"This is what you're gonna wear tomorrow, we have plenty of them in case you break it and it's going to cost you your hourly pay, first time's free, by the way you smell like shit." The bartender said giving it to Finn.
Finn took off his clothes infront of the bartender and wiped away the dried blood pretty easily with the smell not sticking to him then started changing.
After he was done he threw the clothe he had into a trashcan near him.
The bartender smelled the air despite having no nose he can still smell.
'At least he doesn't smell like shit anymore.'
"That was uncalled for, I didn't need to see your dick. So, how'd you land here, I haven't seen your face around."
"I just got here 2 days ago I'm looking for a job and this club just happens to be hiring."
"You should have expect that every job is taken since this is Imp City, white collar or blue collar job they'll fucking do anything just to earn money, 65% of imps lives in poverty and that's just a guess it might even be higher. Were you originally in the First Circle?"
"No, I meant I just died."
The bartender flinched hearing what Finn said.
"Fuck damn it."
"... Why?"
The bartender looked at the trashcan where Finn thew his clothes away.
"Did you by any chance kill an imp, succubus or a hellhound?"
"I didn't see who I killed."
"Did they have red skin or furs?"
"... Didn't you hear what I said?"
"YOU CAN'T JUST KILL SOMEONE WITHOUT LOOKING AT THEM ARE YOU FUCKIN' BLIND!?" The bartender said grabbing onto the table looking like he was going to destroy it.
"No."
"Fuck... just answer my questions."
"Okay."
"Did they have a horn?"
"No."
"How about fur?"
"No."
"Thank fucking satan."
"Why are you asking?"
"Would you go to a club knowing somebody at the door killed your kind?"
"... No?"
"Of course it's a fucking no, most of our patrons are imps! You might as well jump in a pool full of sharks just to go a club! The one that you fucked up is a sinner, like you."
"Okay."
"... Oh, you don't seem to be surprised."
"Why? Do I need to be?"
"No. Well we all look different but we are still considered the same and I suppose you already knew that you were going to end up in Hell."
"You're not wrong, but I just wanted to disappear, but here I am *sigh*. I hope my sons and daughters forget about me."
Finn suddenly caught the attention of the bartender making him stop cleaning the already cleaned bar table.
"Why?"
"So that they won't have to mourn for me."
"You... don't want your children to remember you after you die?" The bartender said grabbing and pouring a bottle of cognac to a glass.
"Yeah, I taught them a lot of things and spoiled them a lot before ending up here, seeing them cry makes my whole body ache feeling like I should do something."
"It's normal to feel that way, I have a daughter too but she was spoiled way too much, so I taught her about the hardship of the real world, so when I die I would be rest assured of my daughter not wasting my money to buy anything useless and not be taken advantage of."
"What happened?"
"She decided reality's too cruel and overdosed on cocaine with her friends."
"... Sorry for bringing that memory back."
"She's already dead there's no point."
"Have you... considered looking for her here?"
"Are you saying my daughter ended up in Hell?"
"I'm not, I'm just giving you some hope."
"Well don't. You think I didn't think of that the moment I fucking dropped from the sky then proceeded to get hit by 3 FUCKING CARS! *sigh* I tried my best looking for her but it's too hard not knowing what she looks like."
"That's... sad."
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