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"Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?"

Hannibal sat in his school's office, staring at the ground as his headphones blared

"Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality"

One of his earbuds slipped from his long, slender ears. Words escaped from the principal's office and reached him.

"We all know we'd send that sick child to prison if we could."

The scathing voice was all too familiar to Hannibal, it was his principle. She had been out to get him from the very beginning. Hannibal would be the first to tell you about his problems with authority, but The Principle took his hatred to a whole new level. Her sharp, callous voice sending shakes through the slender doberman. He shook his head, grabbing his fallen headphone and tucking it into his jacket, continuing to eavesdrop.

"What do his parents have to say?" This voice was familiar too, it was the warm tone of his counseller. He had always had Hannibal's back, but the canine had always expected the counselor did not have his best interests at heart

"His parents?" Hannibal heard the principle laugh "After his latest stunt they want nothing to do with him, I believe the specific words were 'Not our problem'"

Hannibal sighed, putting his earbuds back in - he had heard enough.

"Any way the wind blows,

doesn't really matter to me"

It wasn't long until he heard footsteps coming from the office, coming to a standstill in front of him. Hannibal glanced up, scathing at the figure in front of him, The Principle - an ancient looking greyhound. She was looking down at the doberman in both her physical form and in spirit. The Principle wore a slightly-too-loose red dress covered up by a buttoned gray blazer, complemented with two bright red beaded bracelets. She clearly dressed authoritative, with a tone to boot.

"Hannibal, with me." Her voice cut through the dobermans headphones, causing him to perk his ears, dragging himself up and following the principle into her office.

Hannibal entered the office, in front of him was the principle, getting her seat behind the table facing her counsellor, who was a dapper looking owl, and a police officer, looming over everybody in the room despite sitting. The officer appeared to be a Bull Terrier, white with brown splotches adorning his fur. Hannibal slumped into an open seat between the two, appearing tinier than he already was.

"Hello Hannibal" the police officer outstretched his hand at the slim canine, who declined the offer "Well alright, hands-off kind of guy!" the police officer let out a fake laugh before continuing "My name is Officer Macallan, and I'm just here to make sure nobody does anything silly alright!" Hannibal's heart pounded, were these two really afraid of him? He thought about this for a moment before the principal spoke up. "Hannibal, we specialise in rehabilitating children like you here" the greyhound gestured to the mural behind her.

"The Oxford Academy for Wayward Canines"

"Rehabilitating troubled mutts since 1832"

"Despite this" the principle continued "You have continued to push the boundaries of our code of conduct. Harmless pranks we are equipped for, but poisoning a teacher?" Officer Macallan let out an audible gasp, clearly not privy to the situation, causing the greyhound to lose her train of thought for a moment before continuing "ahem, as you know, Ms. Rosemary was taken to the emergency room today, we know you were the cause of this." Hannibal immediately rose to the defense "Hey!" his voice cracked "You don't know that was me! That could have been anybody, I wasn't even in class this morning, I was g-" his diatribe was cut off when the principle turned the screen around, revealing security footage of Hannibal taking chemicals from the chemistry room.

The doberman sighed "Alright fine, but why drag me in here and not just expel me outright?" This time his counsellor was the one to respond "Well, Hannibal, we know it was you but we cannot make out the name of the bottle. Your teacher is very sick, and if you don't tell us what you gave her she might not get better" Hannibal hated how condescending he was towards him, that's how everyone talked to him, especially Ms. Rosemary. He took a second to think before responding "Oh gee, I don't really know mister!" Hannibal was deliberately making his voice sound ridiculous "I must be soooo dumb I didn't bother to check!" He turned to face the police officer, locking eyes with him before the terrier began barking at him "You indignant little shit!" Hannibal's casual demeanor immediately vanished, his sharp ears falling back as he reflexively winced "This teacher slaves away at ungrateful little fucks like you and this is how you repay her, what has she ever done to you?" The principle quickly interjected as to calm the officer down "Re-regardless of your choice on the matter, you are being expelled immediately."

Those words surprisingly cut Hannibal, despite his pranks, he cared about learning, and was about to be revoked the opportunity to do so. His principle continued "Your parents have declined to pick you up, so we have arranged for some" the principle paused as she looked down at Hannibal's enrollment form, a name and number were hastily scrawled on the bottom of the paper "..extended family to pick you up." Hannibal wondered who it could be, whatever fate that lay ahead of him couldn't be worse than boarding school. The company of the room looked at Hannibal, the counsellor letting out a deliberate cough before the principal spoke again "Hannibal, it's time you leave." Now? Hannibal had to leave now?! He protested, he tried to argue with her about his friends, his goodbyes, all to no avail. He left quite literally kicking and screaming out of the school, being dragged by Officer Macallan, thrown outside of the campus into the rain like some kind of stray dog. Hannibal reinserted his headphones, pouring rain drenching his long, wispy, gray mohawk. The rain made it difficult to see that Hannibal was crying.

"Nothing really matters,

Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows"

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"It's not easy having yourself a good time..."

Bailey's alarm started blaring, Scissor Sisters filling his room as he rolled out of bed, struggling to find the alarm clock.

"Greasing up those bets and betters

Watching out they don't four letter"

Unable to find his alarm clock, he stumbled over to his vanity to prepare himself for the day. His yellow mohawk was disheveled, he quickly combed it back, wetting his comb in a nearby bottle of barbicide. He looked his body up and down, Bailey was a doberman hybrid, resulting in his 6'8" towering frame, and his brighter than usual markings. Large white horns adorned his head, cow like ears flopping down on either side. He sat there for a moment, staring carefully at his body deciding if he had to shower. There was a large bloodstain running down his torso, but nothing that couldn't be covered up by a shirt. Staring at himself in the mirror, he found himself lost in thought. This was a constant problem for the hybrid; an accident involving hypnosis causing his eyes to appear to be caught in a constant, hypnotic spiral. He shook his head, regaining his thoughts before grabbing a straight razor, slicing off the yellow stubble that was protruding through his short fur. Relatively clean and shaven he dug around his drawer, pulling out a pair of black pinstripe pants, a bordeaux button up, and his suspenders

.

"I can't decide

Whether you should live or die"

Bailey walked over to his nightstand, picking up his notebook and checking what he had to do for the day. Suddenly he was excited! Today was the day he would be picking up Hannibal. It had been years since the hybrid has seen his younger half-brother, and was ecstatic to see him again. Bailey made his bed up and ran down his winding stairs into the kitchen. He put together his regular breakfast, peanut butter on toast and a tall glass of orange juice before carefully carrying his breakfast into the basement, stacking the toast on one hand to open and close the door, the rustic household leading into a cold, damp basement.

Bailey reached the bottom of the stairs and put a piece of toast in his mouth. He took a moment to appreciate his surroundings, in front of him was a stainless steel medical table, various tools adorning the walls from medical supplies to power tools to whips. Restrained on the table was a masked figure, a tight latex hood covering his face extending down to his shoulders, a couple of small holes were poked near the mouth of the restrained figure, the mask slowly expanding and compressing as the figure slowly breathed in and out.

"Goo Mofnigg!" Bailey said, his mouth full of toast. The restrained creature let out a muffled moan, his voice squeaking against his face mask. "Oh my mistake!" Bailey had taken the toast out of his mouth, he walked over to his captive and grabbed one of his hands. Dried blood coated the creature's hand and several tufts of fur were missing. Bailey pried his hands open and stuffed his glass of juice in it, the cup-holder screamed. "Hey now!" Bailey's voice was cheery "You'd better not let a drop of that juice spill, you remember what happened last time." Bailey glanced at his specimens missing arm, which was sitting on a nearby table.

"So!" Bailey dragged a chair over to the medical table, turning it around and sitting on it backwards "Good news! I'm picking up my little brother today!" His captive was silent, Bailey walked over and removed the mask, revealing a beaten and bruised raccoon face. His ears were missing, as well as several of his teeth. Blood and saliva were dripping from his maw as he stretched his jaw, taking deeper breaths as he was now unrestricted. "Now, when I talk to you I expect an answer." The hybrid's tone was darker now "I do not feed you, bathe you, take care of you" He walked away, facing the wall of tools "For you to ignore me, now, my little racoon, now, I'll ask again: isn't that exciting?"

The raccoon stretched his jaw, spitting out some blood onto the ground before piping up "What do I think?" he coughed, sounding more like a wheeze "I think you need to let me go you wall eyed fuck!" The room went silent as those words left the raccoon's lips. Bailey said nothing for several seconds, the racoon could not turn his head but heard footsteps, and something scraping against the ground.

Bailey let out a chuckle, before lifting a bat over the raccoon's head "Wall eyed fuck?" the raccoon's eyes went wide with terror, babbling as what to say before he was interrupted by Bailey stuffing a softball down his throat, pushing down against the sound of gurgling until his captive's maw completely contained it, he grabbed the raccoon's muzzle, his bat hitting the floor as he heard his jaw snap. The hybrid slid a strap over his maw, tightening it as the raccoon attempted to scream, no sound escaping through his massive gag. Bailey bent down and picked up the bat, dragging it around the floor as he monologues.

"Do you know why I brought you here, slut?" with that last word Bailey smashed the bat downwards on his gut "I saw you at the club, we were hitting it off. I thought I finally had somebody to talk to." He continued to walk around the raccoon "But now, you bully me? You call me names? And you expect me to treat you with respect?" Bailey was now standing behind his captor, looking down at his pleading eyes "Take a look at these wall eyes, do I look wall eyed? Not only are you a slut, but you're stupid too." He wound the bat back "I'll show you wall eyed you fucking whore!"

With those last words the canine smashed the bat against the raccoon's skull. A deafening crack was heard as his skull split, his pleading eyes bulging out of their sockets as his breathing became quick and panicked. Bailey worked with precision, quickly grabbing the rubbing alcohol and bandages as he wiped off the raccoon's face, snapping his nose back into place, ignoring the muffled screams and blood spilling through his maw. He cleaned off the bat, placing it back in it's spot before returning, picking his juice up from the captive's tense hands. "That'll teach you some respect." He walked away, juice in hand "I've got to pick somebody up, you should be alright at least until I get back." Bailey skipped up the stairs, slamming the door behind him. He quickly washed his hands off before getting in his car and heading towards the school.

The drive was long. The school was out in the sticks, although Bailey was pretty close. He was a graduate of the same school, moving to the neighbouring town when he had graduated. Bailey had always seen the school as less of a solution to his problems, and more of an incubator. Regardless, he was happy to see his little brother again, Bailey lived with his mother, she owned a slaughterhouse which Bailey had worked at from a young age. That helped him identify the animal nature in his fellow man. All that separates an anthro cow and a feral one is we've decided to eat one, and befriend another. The line was not so clear cut for Bailey. Just as he was becoming introspective, he reached the front of the school, it was raining and he saw Hannibal standing in the distance, soaked. Bailey rolled down his window, calling out at his little brother.

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Hannibal's ears perked at the deep, familiar voice. He ripped out his headphones and looked around. Through the rain was a blood red Lincoln, a large head poking through the window. Hannibal's nub tail wagged as he ran over, hopping into the car and giving his brother a hug

"Bailey! Oh my god!"

Hannibal was so excited he was vibrating. Bailey laid his large hands over the tiny doberman's shoulders "Calm down pup, it's great to see you." Bailey reached over, leaning his heavy body on his younger brother as he grabbed his seatbelt, buckling Hannibal up. "So, expelled huh? Must have done something pretty serious." Bailey put his car into gear and began to pull out.

"It's not me!" Hannibal's voice was notably higher than Bailey's, and was quite whiney in this moment "It's the principle, she hates me! I just have trouble focusing and she picks on me, the teachers too, that's why I spiked her coffee"

"What?!" Bailey chuckled

"I just meant it as a prank, I just wanted to make her sick." Hannibal pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Bailey "I grabbed this from the chemistry lab, figured she's chuck all over the class and we'd get a good laugh"

Bailey grabbed the bottle, it looked more like a thimble in his massive hands. He studied it "Oh! Classic!" Bailey slipped the bottle into his pocket "Haha! Talk about a prank of the century" he noticed that Hannibal was crying "Oh come on now, it's not so bad, she probably had it coming anyways. Now let's get you home, I have a room set aside just for you" Bailey peeled off towards the house, one hand on the wheel and one hand on Hannibal's face, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Hannibal was hesitant to talk at first, a little nervous, but Bailey was there to break the ice. It wasn't long until the two were catching up as if no time had passed at all. Bailey had always came to visit Hannibal, but over the past few years the visits had come to a stop. "Eh" Bailey rubbed his hand behind his neck "Don't know what to tell you pup, dad made it pretty clear he didn't want to see me" Hannibal decided not to push much further on the matter.

The drive back felt considerably shorter, and it wasn't long until they were parked outside Bailey's home. It was a large victorian home, it was in the city but the location was peculiar - it was the only house in it's area, surrounded on all four sides by busy highways. There was a long driveway leading up to the house. This was one of the nicest places Hannibal had seen in the city. "You're only a few years older than me, how'd you afford a place like this?" Hannibal asked "Oh!" Bailey was caught off guard by the question "It belonged to the family, when Momma Bailey croaked it was passed onto me" He paused for a second "No sense dwelling on the past, follow me I'll show you your room!"

Hannibal entered the home, it was surprisingly welcoming. The decor was rustic and the entire house appeared to be immaculate. Clearly Bailey put effort into keeping his house clean. Bailey grabbed Hannibal's tiny hand and pulled him into the house. Hannibal felt powerless around Bailey, he was used to being able to scrap and fight his way out of any situation but that was not the case here. Oddly, this was a nice feeling for Hannibal, he got the feeling that Bailey was looking out for him. He was shown to his room, it was a tall and narrow room in the upstairs of the house. There was a white iron bed, with a pale pink bed set overtop of it, white laced curtains on all of the windows shining light into the dusty room. Hannibal hated pink, and reminded himself to say something to Bailey when he got a chance. He flopped onto the bed, his narrow frame barely shaking the bed frame. He was only able to rest for a few moments before Bailey came barreling up the stairs, excitedly holding a bottle and couple of shot glasses in his hand.

"I got us something, for celebration!" Bailey laid out the shot glasses on the bed and brandished the bottle, inside was a deep green liquid, the bottle read "The Green Fairy". Bailey began to unscrew the bottle "This is some bonafide ancient absinthe!" he waved the bottle over Hannibal's nose, causing the small doberman to recoil "It's a bitch to get down, but it gets you fucked up! And what better way to celebrate with your brother then getting fucked up!" He rustled Hannibal's hair as he poured the two shots. Hannibal held one up, Bailey the other. The two brothers clinked their glasses together "To new beginnings!" Bailey said, before the two gulped back their shots.

Bailey laughed as Hannibal coughed, gagging a little as he struggled to get the potent alcohol down "th-thank god it's over" Hannibal stuttered.

Bailey looked puzzled for a moment "Over?" he shook the nearly full bottle "We're gonna kill this pup!" he started to pour another shot.

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Bailey picked Hannibal up from the floor, the empty bottle falling out of his hand and clinking against the ground. He carried the doberman up and into his bed, pulling his clothes off of him and tucking him in. He licked Hannibal's nose as he ran his hand down the doberman's naked body, causing Hannibal to quiver "We're going to have lots of fun" Bailey stammered, before stumbling out of the room and down the stairs.

Bailey reached the kitchen before he heard a noise coming from the basement. "Oh Shit!" the drunk dobull rushed down the stairs to see the medical table flipped on it's side, his captive bubbling and gurgling in pool of blood that had collected around his head. Bailey stumbled over, lifting both the table and his captive up with ease, balancing them upright again. He leaned towards the raccoon, blowing on his face as his eyes slowly opened, crusted blood flaking from his eyes.

"You have really done it now." Bailey was sobered up a bit from his anger "I won't take this disrespect any longer" he walked over to the medical table, grabbing a scalpel from it "That's alright though, I have another candidate in mind for your spot." Bailey pressed the scalpel against the raccoon's neck, splitting his fur to reveal raw flesh. His captive was too close to death to protest, and simply bubbled and gurgled through his gag. Bailey slid the scalpel across his neck, blood rocketing up and coating Bailey. He rubbed his hands over the wound he had created, allowing the blood to seep and soak into his fur before unstrapping his victim, dragging him over to a mattress that was in the corner of the room. He laid the raccoon down, curling him up in a comfortable position as blood leaked out of him, soaking into the mattress. Bailey curled up beside the leaking raccoon, tucking his head into the warm wet fur beside him. He nibbled on the dying raccoon's ear and whispered to himself "To new beginnings"