I, Candy. (Halloween Story)
#3 of Short Stories
I, Candy
by D Ocelot.
"What do you mean by that question? It's candy, we both know it is." Said a cheetah as he drove through Rockefeller avenue.
"Yeah right... candy. Since when does someone sells candy for a thousand bucks a box?" The black and tan German shepherd in the passenger's seat shook his head and continued "Nah, I'm not buying it." He stared at the load in the back of the truck through the rear-view mirror.
"Well, Vincent, it's not our place to find out what's special about this cargo, so let's just do our job and head home, shall we?" The cheetah looked briefly at the pile of boxes on the back "Remember we're meant to uphold Candy-Dandy's reputation, and you're not really helping with your questions."
"C'mon, are you telling me you're not curious?"
"I'm just telling you that I want to keep my job. You know what they say about cats and curiosity. Besides, I have a family to look after, unlike you."
"Suit yourself. I'm gonna dig around and find out what's in these boxes.
The canine got up from his seat and headed to the back of the truck through a small hallway in the middle of both seats.
"Vince!" Shouted the spotted feline without moving his eyes from the road "Are you really going to risk your job, and your life, to satisfy your curiosity?"
The black and tan dog grinned.
"Yep, that's me." He approached one of the small cardboard boxes and cut through the seal with a small knife he was carrying. "Now, what could possibly be in here?"
"Whatever it is..." Shouted the cheetah "...make sure you put it back in there. And seal the boxes, for god's sake!"
With a grin on his face, the canid rummaged through the box, only finding bag after bag of candies. He continued searching the rest of the boxes, finding sweets in each and every of them. With a sigh, he approached the cheetah.
"There's only candy back there."
"I don't like saying it..." Said the feline "...but I told you so." Vincent sighed again.
"I'm gonna seal the boxes again."
"Yeah, you do that. What were you expecting to find anyway?"
"I don't know..." Replied the shepherd as he sealed the boxes one by one "...drugs, weapons, severed heads... anything would have been better than candy!"
"You should seriously stop watching so many movies."
"Ha... ha... ha. You're really funny." He walked back to the cabin and sat himself back on his seat "Seriously, though, why would all this candy be so expensive?"
"We're a day away from Halloween, that makes the candy much more expensive."
"Maybe... but one dollar for a single candy is too much anyway."
"We're not cops, Vince. Let it go."
With a grumble, the dog stopped talking about candy, but his mind was still wondering the reason behind such a high price on those sweets, and not only that, but also coming up with a way to find out what was going on.
As if a light bulb had turned on his head, the German shepherd snapped his fingers and said aloud:
"I'll sneak into the boss' office!"
"Dammit, Vince, you've lost it." The feline rolled his eyes "Whatever you do, please leave me out of it."
"Oops, I shouldn't have said that out loud. Um... you won't tell anyone about it, will you?"
"Of course not, but I won't be your accomplice either."
"Fair enough." Said the dog relieved.
"You're crazy, Vincent, I just hope you don't get caught."
"Believe me, I'm hoping the same."
Several hours later, the clock marked ten past eleven as Vincent approached a large compound that contained three different buildings in it. The dog knew them perfectly since that was his workplace. He reached the main entrance to the compound, which had a large sign with the words 'Candy-Dandy Company' on it. The canine entered the compound and found himself in an enclosed security checkpoint and a small office with tinted windows beside it. He was welcomed by an eagle wearing a security uniform.
"Vinny! Why are you here so late?"
"Hey there, Roy! I'm just here to sneak in to the boss' office."
Both of them laughed.
"You're an ass, Vincent!" Exclaimed the bird as he continued chuckling "Seriously though, why are you here so late?"
"Well..." Began the canid trying to look as shy as possible "...I kind of forgot to... load a truck, and I was hoping my good friend Roy Makowsky would turn a blind eye while I do it." The dog looked at the avian with a puppy stare.
"You know, I could let you in, but what would I get out of it?"
"A big grin, a huge thanks and a tight hug!"
The bird laughed loudly.
"Not good enough, Vinny. But I have an idea."
"I'm listening."
"You see... the night is young and you have made yourself quite a fame around here..."
"Are you suggesting we..."
"Yes, that's what I'm suggesting. That or you can come back tomorrow morning on your usual schedule." The eagle grinned evilly "So what'll it be, huh?"
The German shepherd smirked and glanced up and down at the avian.
"Alright, let's go." Said the canine.
With a gesture, the eagle motioned the dog to enter his office and he quickly followed, locking the door behind him.
Half an hour later, the two of them walked out of the security office with a wide, satisfied smile on their faces.
"Alright Vinny, after a through inspection it seems you're not carrying any dangerous objects with you except one, but I can't confiscate it for obvious reasons." The bird winked at the black and tan canine "You're free to go now."
"You're what I call an exemplary co-worker, Roy. I'll get going, now."
The dog exited the room and found himself in a large courtyard which was the center of the complex. He looked around at the three buildings around him, drawing a mental map.
"Alright, that's the factory... then there's R&D.. so that other building must be where the offices are."
Making sure no one was around, the canid headed furtively towards the office building. He stood in front of the main door of the five-store edifice staring at the locked main door. Vincent had done many things while he was with Roy in the security office and one of them was snatching the facility's master key from the bird.
The German shepherd entered the building and closed the door behind him, then readied himself to satisfy his curiosity. He didn't even stop in the first four floors, as he chose to head straight into the owner's office.
As soon as he entered the room he instantly locked the door. Curiously he looked around the dim room for a light switch, but was unsuccessful in finding it.
"How do I turn the goddamned lights on?" As soon as he said that, the room was illuminated.
He looked around for the one who had turned on the lights, but he was alone in the room. He shrugged and began inspecting the office. It was a white room furnished in contrast with black furniture in which a desk, couch, drinks cabinet and several paintings hanging around on the walls formed the decorations. Instead of a wall, behind the desk there was a large glass panel with a view to the facility's courtyard.
Of the paintings around the wall, one stood out from the rest. It was the painting of a white adult fox wearing a blue striped suit that contrasted with his green eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Lafleur!" Said the dog grinning and wagging his tail as he stared at the image "Mind telling me the secrets you keep in this place?"
The dog chuckled as he sat on the desk's chair and began examining the drawers, finding finance papers, sketches for advertizing campaigns, a world of paperclips and the occasional employee complaint that actually managed to get to the boss. In short, nothing of importance.
"Damn." He said disappointed "Let's try my luck here."
Vincent turned on the white laptop on top of the desk.
"Enter password..." He whispered to himself and shrugged as he typed the word 'password' and pressed enter.
The computer made a cheerful sound and showed a welcoming message. The dog wagged his tail and chuckled before starting his digital search for a file that explained the exorbitant price on the candy deliveries. Vincent quickly noticed a file he found worth examining.
"Deliveries... that sounds interesting."
He double-clicked the file's icon and when it opened he found a manifest of the company's deliveries, but strangely none of his own deliveries were registered in that file. The shepherd raised a brow as he closed the document and began searching for something else. It took several minutes, but he found a file named 'Halloween Project.' He opened the file and a instantly a presentation took over the entire screen.
The slide show seemed like an advertizing campaign at first, but it quickly turned out to be something very different. The first image had Candy-Dandy's logo in it, which quickly gave place to a detailed pair of graphics explaining candy consume through the year, showing an inconstant consumption with some peaks here and then, the greatest of them being in February and the edge between October and November, the latter having an increase of almost twenty times the usual consume.
A new diapositive with just text on it appeared. It had the word 'Proposal' as title, the rest of the text asked if wasn't a constant consumption of candy beneficial for kids as well as the company. 'We know it is!' Said a text with big letters on the next slide. The image of the company's most consumed sweet appeared with text below it saying: 'This is YOUR candy!'. The same image appeared in the next slide, but with a slightly different text that read: 'This is OUR candy!' Yet a new diapositive appeared, this time containing only text. 'As you can see, there is nothing different on the outside! The difference is on the inside! 50 milligrams make the difference. What's in those milligrams?' The screen changed to a new image of a large question mark which was followed by a slide containing text. 'This!' Was written in big letters, below it said 'Benzoylmethyl Ecgonine. Commonly known as cocaine!'
The German shepherd's jaw dropped unconsciously as he read the text and muttered something inaudible.
'What can be harmful in a candy addiction?' Continued the text 'What can be harmful in filling our pockets?' A new graphic appeared on the screen showing the normal candy sales through the year in red and the predicted improved sales in green, showing an increase of almost three times the consumption. A last diapositive appeared containing text. 'We know you are interested. We can get you that 'special something' for your candy and we already have some willing customers. Contact us.' The presentation ended and the screen showed the desktop.
"This is sick!" Shouted the doberman. "I must stop it! I... need some evidence on this if I want the fuzz to believe me."
The dog turned off the computer and made sure to leave everything in the same place he had found it. He stepped up and headed to wards the exit.
"Damn! Now how do I turn the lights off?" As son as he said that, the room turned back to darkness."
Vincent shrugged and exited the office, locking it behind him.
The shepherd had what he wanted, he knew the reason behind the exuberant prices in his deliveries, but that wasn't enough for him. With what he had just found out, knowing countless children would be poisoned and turned into cocaine addicts... he knew that wouldn't let him sleep, not when he knew he could prevent it.
He walked out of the building and locked it as if no one had been there that night. The dog looked at his watch, which marked12:15 PM.
"I still got time." The canine whispered to himself.
If there was a place where to find physical evidence about the 'Halloween Project' it had to be in the factory. Vincent knew that and thus he headed there.
The factory was a three stories building, but it covered three times the grounds of the office building and the R&D center combined. The canid entered the building through a door on the side of the facility. On the inside the building had only one floor, but the roof was tall enough so all the machinery could fit properly. There were also several metallic platforms overlooking the room with stairs leading up to them along with some offices and control rooms on what would be the third floor.
Aside from the loading bay and the storage section, the dog was not acquainted with the factory, so he was searching blindly. He kept following the signs leading to the 'mixture processing' area. After several twists and turns, and a few times getting lost, the canine made it to the processing area which consisted of many large tanks, water pools, mixing vats, pipes and all sort of industrial gizmos . There was a set of stairs leading to a platform which oversaw the entire zone. Vincent headed up there and noticed a small office at the end of the metallic hallway he was in. He walked towards it slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible even though he was alone in the entire building.
The canine entered the office just to find it was a control room. In it he found research papers and mixing instructions, none of them mentioning the drugs. He exited the office disappointed and looked down at the containers below, watching their colorful contents. It had been useless going there after all.
"Found what you were looking for, Vince?" Said a feline voice nearby.
Vincent turned around and found his cheetah companion standing in front of him.
"The look on your face says it all. I told you it was a waste of time."
"Rick? What are you doing here?" Asked the canine.
"Me? Not much, I'm just earning a promotion." The feline looked behind him "Oh, I brought of some friends with me, I hope you don't mind."
A white fox wearing a gray suit followed by a doberman wearing black shades and a bald, dark-skinned human approached. Vincent knew who the fox was, but never expected to meet him in person.
"Mr. Lafleur?!" Was the only thing the german shepherd managed to utter.
"In the flesh. But please, call me Fernand." Said the fox chuckling "It seems you weren't lying after all, Mr. Spencer. You will be rewarded accordingly."
"Thank you sir," Replied the cheetah "I was simply--"
"Save it, Mr. Spencer. As for you, Mr. Jones... I'm very disappointed of you. Asking questions, digging out what should be left underground, sneaking into my office... very disappointing indeed."
"I'm... sorry?" Said the canid, shaking out of nervousness "Um... you should have a better password, by the way." Vincent cringed as he saw the doberman bark threateningly at him as he bared his sharp teeth.
"I always welcome a good sense of humor, but you might be pushing your luck more than you should."
With a nod from the fox, the doberman drew a pistol and cocked its hammer before aiming at the other dog.
"Wait." Said the white fox "Let our feline friend here do it."
The cheetah's eyes widened as he heard the fox say that. The doberman walked up to him and gave him the gun.
"Me?!" Asked the feline worried"
"Yes. If you want a promotion you might as well earn it, don't you think?"
"Can't we fix this some other way?" Asked the canine almost starting to whine.
"I'm afraid not. You are a deadly threat to this company and I can't let you live. As for you, Mr. Spencer... it's up to you if you want to live. As far as I know, you know just as much as Mr. Jones does."
"No way! No! I- I'll do it!" Shouted the cheetah nervously as he raised the gun and aimed at the German shepherd "I'm sorry, Vince, but I needed the money."
"I understand, Rick..." Said the dog as he lowered his ears and his expression turned darker "...and I forgive you."
"Really?!"
"Of course not, you motherless bastard!! You're a fucking traitor and if I survive somehow I will kill you and all your fucking family!!"
The cheetah sighed in annoyance and pulled the trigger as a fit of rage took over him, firing time after time until the weapon ran out of bullets, and even then, he kept pulling the trigger.
Pulled back and staggered by each of those shots, the black and tan dog fell from the railing into a mixing vat below, splashing some the mixture in it into the floor.
"What did I do?!" Asked the cheetah to himself as he dropped the weapon. He then got on his knees and places his paws on his face.
The white fox and his companions looked down at the container and stared at the motionless body.
"Death by candy... I didn't knew it was possible." Said the doberman as he chuckled along with the human.
"If you're done having fun, then start the machinery." Ordered the fox.
The black canine nodded and headed to the nearby control room and simply by turning a switch on, the factory's machines awoke.
The machines started purring as the facility came to life, readying to produce a very special batch of candy. From on top of the platform, the fox stared at the shepherd's corpse, watching it be cut into pieces as the mixture took a bright red tint and listening to the cracking of his bones as they were pulverized and mixed into the formula along with his organs and body parts, mixing all of him with candy and the very poison he tried to stop from reaching kids.
"Alright, that's enough. Turn it off now." Ordered the fox.
Just as it started, the machinery let out one last roar before it stopped.
The doberman returned to the fox's side and looked down at the vat containing the slimy substance.
"What should we do about him, sir?" Asked the bald human as he stared at the cheetah.
"Take him home and throw him a bone. Then make sure he is given a junior executive position. Fire someone if necessary.
The man nodded.
"What about this batch, sir?" Asked the doberman "Should we dispose of it?"
"Are you kidding? This will be perfect for a Halloween special edition of Candy-Dandy's products" The fox chuckled "Leave it as it is?"
"Alright sir, as you wish."
Hours passed since that moment and the factory fell silent again. No light was on and no soul was around. The air was cold but it had a very sweet smell product of the abundant saccharose on the large room. In one of the many containers across the facility resided a bright red viscous mixture. It was the only batch with that particular color, but its tint was not the only unique peculiarity it had.
The mixture began gurgling and its volume started to increase little by little, but soon it was too much for the container to hold and the substance began spilling onto the floor, forming a pool of the crimson mixture.
As if it had a will of its own, the red slime started sliding through the floor at a very slow speed, making its way across the factory, slipping below the doors as it headed to the outside. Crossing through the keyhole of the factory's main door, the goo made its way to the compound's central courtyard, but it didn't stop there, the blob continued its way towards the main entrance.
It wasn't long until the red candy mixture found the security checkpoint next to the entrance; in the office right next to it was an eagle fast asleep on a chair in front of a small T.V, snoring loudly. The slime slowly approached him and began climbing through the chair and soon met with the eagle's body. The bird was sleeping too deeply to feel the substance climb his body.
With slow movements, the substance reached the bird's neck and continued moving up until it reached his beak. It was there where the goo entered his body through his nostrils, as the rest continued going up. The eagle opened his mouth, but it was quickly overrun by the substance too. The avian stood up in a sudden move as his eyes widened with a expression of panic in them. The slime reached the avian's eyes and also introduced itself into his body through there. Finally, it reached the bird's ears and slipped in through there too.
It wasn't long before the entire eagle, both inside and outside, was covered in the slime. The bird didn't show any signs of life except for a few jerky movements of his body.
The substance took several minutes to enter the bird's body completely, but it managed to do so; leaving the outside free from goo.
In a sudden move the bird opened its eyes, covered in the red slime, and stood up, at first having trouble to keep its balance. The eagle gave a few steps, as clumsy as a baby's, and tried to open the office's door, but his hand was too rigid to make the proper move. Try after try, the creature managed to open the door, and as quickly as it could -which wasn't too fast- it walked out of the building.
The sky was dark and so was the street as it was around 4:00 am. The creature walked aimlessly, not knowing where to go, only having an urge to satisfy its basic needs.
It roamed aimlessly around the street and found itself in a dark alleyway with a homeless husky sleeping on a makeshift bed with several cheap liquor bottles around it. The creature approached the sleeping dog, who was oblivious of its presence. The eagle managed to approach without a sound , but it tripped with one of the many bottles on the ground, immediately startling the canine.
"Huh?" Muttered a female voice "Who're you?"
The dog got on her knees and looked at the eagle's body.
"I don't care who you are. Say... you got any money?" The husky crawled towards the bird "I'll do anything for a few bucks."
The gray husky unzipped the bird's pants and slowly slipped her paw into the opening. The bird with blood-red eyes remained still as the female pulled out his member with rough movements. She quickly took the member and stroked it before putting it into her mouth. She started bobbing her head without any subtlety. The eagle placed a hand behind the husky's head and pulled it towards him, pushing himself as deeply as possible and keeping her still. Her eyes widened and it didn't took long for a red substance to start pouring out from them, quickly overrunning her nose, mouth and ears.
The eagle pulled himself out of the husky's mouth just to stumble into the ground beside the female canine. The slime, now split among the two bodies, remained inside them without any apparent action, and so it remained for a while.
Almost twelve hours later, the red substance started boiling and gurgling inside the bodies and it quickly poured out of the husky and eagle alike, reuniting outside of their now empty shells. Once the goo from both bodies united, it began shaping itself into an anthropomorphic being. It instinctively took the form a German shepherd, and as soon as it was complete, the slime solidified, turning into hard candy and keeping its bright crimson color.
The German shepherd, or rather the candy creature shaped as such, started walking with firm steps, unlike when it had possessed the eagle's body. The creature walked out of the alleyway, leaving the empty carcasses of the eagle and the husky behind.
The sun was shining on the sky and people were out on the streets, but none of them was startled by the bright-red creature, who was mostly ignored by the people, only getting occasional remarks about the cool costume it was wearing.
A few steps ahead the candy dog witnessed a group of children of different races knock on a house's door and be given candy from the owner after they sang something cheerful. The creature approached the same house after the children left and knocked on the door.
An adult duck opened the door with a smile. He was wearing a pumpkin disguise that didn't really quite fit him.
"Hello there, kids--" He chuckled "You're not a kid anymore, are you? What's are you disguised of?"
"I... candy." Managed to mutter the creature in a deep guttural voice.
"Candy, huh? Well you certainly seem like one dog made of candy. Can't say I find it terrifying, though."
"I... candy." Repeated the creature.
"Oh, I get it. You want candy like the rest of the guys!" He giggled "Give me a second."
The duck entered his house briefly and returned with a pot full of candy.
"A candy-eating candy. Here we go!" He handed a fistful of candy to the shining red dog as he smiled "Enjoy them!"
The living hard candy looked down at the sweets in his caramel paws and stared at the letters in one of the candies.
"Can...dy...Dan...dy..."
The creature crushed the candy in his paws as what seemed like a memory rushed through his mind. He grabbed the duck by his neck and pushed him back into his house, smashing him against a wall and impeding him to breathe or call for help. He drew his head closer to the duck and opened his mouth, releasing some of the red slime inside his body onto the duck's face, which quickly entered his body. A feminine voice was heard upstairs and the caramel being rushed upstairs, leaving the duck be absorbed by the goo.
A loud shriek was heard as soon as the female crane noticed the creature. It didn't took long for him to silence her as he knocked her unconscious with a strong blow to the head that left a trace of blood on the wall. The dog made of candy got on top of the female bird and once again opened his mouth to release a great amount substance over her head that quickly slipped through the orifices in her face.
A door opened behind the creature and a small duck peaked shyly into the hallway. He gasped when he noticed the crystalline dog over his mother and quickly closed the door. The canine stood up a walked towards the room, opening the door with a quick movement, knocking the duckling back onto the ground. It didn't took long for the creature to absorb the young duck, only leaving his carcass behind. He walked out of his room and walked outside, as he did so, the slime in the other two bodies quickly reunited with him.
The caramel creature walked through the streets as its memories, Vincent's memories, returned to him. What he had found in the factory, they way the cheetah had betrayed him, the way he had died... it all came back to him, and with those memories, a desire for revenge took ahold of him. The new Vincent managed to remember the cheetah's address, and decided to pay him a visit.
The dog took almost a pair of hours to reach the cheetah's house, but he wasn't tired, he wasn't nervous. He couldn't feel anything aside the urge to extract from the feline his revenge. Vincent had felt something change in him with each body it absorbed from Roy to the duckling. This time he knew he could do something more. The dog hid in a nearby alleyway and smiled before his body melted into red goo to reshape himself this time as the eagle he had absorbed foremost, mimicking his clothes too. For the first time his red color changed into the original eagle's color, turning himself into an exact copy of the bird. With a satisfied smile, Vincent continued his way to the feline's house.
The creature approached the cheetah's house and knocked on the door. The feline didn't took long to open the door and a surprised expression appeared on his face when he saw the eagle.
"Roy? What are you doing here?"
"Hey Ricky! Trick or treat!" Said the creature with Roy's voice giggling. "The boss wants me to give you a message. May I come in?"
"The boss? Oh... Yeah, come in." The cheetah stepped aside and let the eagle inside. "Give me just a second."
The feline approached her wife and before long she headed upstairs along with their children.
"What is the message?"
"He... sent me to tell you that Vincent isn't dead."
"What?!" Uttered the cat with a terrified look on his face "How is that possible?"
"Well, no one is sure..." Vincent grabbed the cheetah by the neck and slammed it against a wall, then quickly turned into his German shepherd form as if nothing had ever happened to him. "...perhaps he turned into a monster that seeks nothing but revenge!"
"Vi-Vince!" Said the cat with the remaining breath he had.
"In the flesh! Or should I say..." He turned back to the red hard candy shape "..in the candy." Vincent chuckled "I told you I'd come for you if I survived, didn't I? Now you, and your family, are mine."
With a grin on his face, The dog released the red goo over the cheetah's body, which soon stopped struggling and fell unconscious as the slime took over him. The canine walked upstairs and heard voices in a room, he smiled and entered that room, locking the door behind him.
It took a few minutes for him to silence the cheetah's wife and three pups from screaming, but he managed to do so, and luckily no one minded the screams... it was Halloween after all. The dog walked out of the house in his sugar-free German shepherd form with five more victims on his slime and in his conscience.
The dog found a little solace by killing the cheetah and his family, but his revenge was not yet complete. There was someone else responsible for his death and for turning into what he was now, and the dog headed to the place where he knew would eventually find his victimizer... the Candy-Dandy Company.
By the time he reached the complex the sky was already dark and many people in disguise were on the street. The kids were enjoying they're deadly candies and the adults were goofing around and scaring passersby.
Vincent reached the compound's entrance shaped as the feline he had just killed. The security checkpoint was guarded by a pit bull guard, probably the eagle's replacement. He noticed the feline entering the building and stepped up from the chair he was sitting on.
"I'm sorry, but we're closed already."
"Oh, hello there. I don't believe we've met. I'm Richard Spencer, I work here."
"Nice to met you, Mr. Spencer. I'm afraid I can't let you in either way. It's Mr. Lafleur's orders."
"Oh, that is unfortunate for you."
"Excuse me?" Asked the pit bull as a he was hit by the cheetah with much more force that it is humanely possible, making the dog smash through the office's window and land inside it.
The feline started walking towards the office building through the enormous courtyard in which only a few cars were parked near the offices. He entered the building, which was unlocked, and made his way to the top floor, where he found the doberman guarding the entrance to the fox's office.
"What are you doing here?"
"The boss asked me to come. Didn't he told you?"
"No... he didn't tell me because he's not expecting you."
Vincent grumbled something before smashing the doberman's head against the hallway's wall and entering the office.
The white fox was sitting in his desk, and behind him was the dark-skinned human. As soon as he noticed the feline in his office the canid raised and eyebrow.
"What are you doing here? I have a very important meeting in just a few minutes."
"Something to do with the drugs?"
"That's not of your business. Keep asking questions and you'll end up like your friend."
"And how is that exactly?"
"You should know better than anyone, cat. You killed him."
"I'm afraid he's not dead... sir."
"What?! You're out of your mind! Of course he is!"
"You're wrong. In fact, he's standing in front of you."
Vincent changed shape once again in front of the fox and his human companion, taking his canine form. The fox's eyes widened as he stepped up in a sudden, terrified move. The human, not any less terrified, pulled out a pistol and aimed at the dog.
"What are you?!" Shouted the fox "Shoot him! Shoot him!!"
The human shot nonstop at the German shepherd, but the bullets only bounced or stuck in his body without causing any wounds. The dog smiled and tilted his head.
"I forgot to mention..." Vincent turned himself back into hard candy and stared at the fox with his bright red eyes that shined in the darkness "...this is what you turned me into, a monster."
"B-but how?!" Asked the white canine.
"You think I know? In any case, I'm not here to discuss anything with you. I'm here to get my revenge... sweet revenge, I'd say."
The caramel began walking towards the panicked canine, but the bald human stood in front of him. The caramel canid chuckled and pushed the man against a wall. Suddenly, his arm cracked and broke, dropping to the ground as small shards of candy flew through the room.
"Not so sweet anymore, huh?" Said a male voice behind him.
Vincent turned around and managed to see the doberman carrying a baseball bat before he smashed him again, blowing his head apart from his body.
"Lick my ass, candy!"
Vincent's head rolled through the office, stopping near the fox's desk.
"You did it, Mike!" Shouted the fox amazed.
"No problem, boss." Replied the doberman, patting the human's shoulder "You alright?"
"Yeah, thanks for saving me. That was a close one."
The candy creature's body slowly melted into red slime and quickly reshaped itself in its entirety. The white fox and his bodyguards couldn't believe that was possible. The doberman, still with the bat in his paws, threw a hit at the creature's body but this time the canine was ready and used both arms to block the strike. A smile appeared in Vincent's face as he tore the wooden club from the dobermans paws and blew his head off, sending blood away in all directions as the black dog's head flew across the room and landed on a black couch, still with its black shades on.
"Death by candy. How does it feel, jerk?" Said the canine chuckling as he turned at the other two standing in the room. "Sorry for that delay. Now... where were we?"
The canine grabbed the human with his left paw and pressed him firmly against the wall as his other paw used the bat to pierce through the man's body in a swift move regardless of its blunt end, sticking him into the wall. He didn't manage to utter a sound as his blood began pouring out of his mouth in great quantities. The shepherd turned to look at the white fox who was panicked to the brink of madness.
"Looks like it's just you and me now." Said Vincent chuckling "What am I going to do with you?"
He gave a few steps towards the fox, who was leaned against the window behind his desk, shaking uncontrollably without making any sound, his eyes twitching as if they wanted to wake up from a nightmare.
"I think I have an idea..." The dog in his crystalline form smirked "...how about I tear every limb from your body one by one? Your screams are sure to make me proud..."
The canine finally reached the white vulpine, who didn't tried to flee or move at all, and placed his head next to his.
"This will hurt... a lot." He whispered at the fox's ear "So feel free to scream if you want."
Vincent pushed the fox firmly against the wall with one paw and used the other to tear the canid's left arm apart from his body in a swift move; staining the floor with a large pool of blood. The fox uttered a deafening scream of agony as he felt his arm be pulled apart and saw the canine swing it in front of him as his eyes felt heavier with every second.
"Not so bad, huh?" The dog tilted his head "No, no, don't you pass out on me yet. I want you conscious while I do this!"
Vincent smacked the wolf's face with what once was his own paw, but it was too late already, the fox had passed out due to the pain. The caramel creature growled and cast the torn arm aside before switching the paw with which he was holding the white canid.
"I told you to wake up!!" Yelled the candy dog as he pulled the vulpine's right arm apart, severing it from the rest of the body.
The white canid woke up with a scream from the deepest part of his lungs, yowling nonstop as his body sweated uncontrollably and turned colder with every passing second.
"Much better, now. How does it feel to be torn into pieces? To be deprived of life in such a cruel manner?" The dog chuckled "Oh, don't worry, I know how it feels... yet I am here to tell the tale. You won't be so lucky, though."
The creature stepped on both of the fox's feet firmly, almost crushing them. He placed his paws on the vulpine's waist and slowly pulled him up, hearing his muscles and tendons sound like rubber as they slowly stretched beyond their breaking point, and finally, completely tore from his body, separating his legs from his torso.
The fox didn't had any strength left to breathe, let alone to scream or yell; he was freezing as his body, or what was left of it, poured his remaining blood onto the floor. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter anymore, there was only one desire left in his mind... and it was to close his eyes and fall asleep.
Vincent grinned as only a mad creature would as he dropped the body of the white vulpine stained with pools of his own blood. The canine licked some blood that had reached his muzzle and smiled satisfied as he looked around at the room fool of gore and limbs everywhere. He was proud of what he had just done, congratulating himself in his thoughts. He looked at the fox's face and found him motionless with his pair of eyes staring directly at him with a terrified expression.
"Happy Halloween." Said Vincent at the fox before slowly walking out of his office in his red candy shape.