A Welcome Mat at Deathās Door
Llorsā Grim Dog AU is why I get up in the morning just saying. Hereās an almost-fluffy fic about a very fluffy death omen.
Sunrise broke through the kitchen window of the Mystery Shack. It washed oranges and pinks across the sink, the tile, the fridgeānow decorated with two dozen photos of Soos, Melody, and the Pines family. Ford sat at the table, one leg crossed, and sipped from a warm porcelain mug. It was quiet, save for the birds, the rustle of his newspaper andā
āan ominous, bleak, pulsating dread, like veins of ice in his chest. Ford shivered, then sighed, and looked around forāyup, standing in the doorway, smoky tail wagging. The Grim stuck its snout in the air, sniffed twice, then returned to panting.
āI havenāt seen Stan around, Grim. You should perhaps check his bedroom.ā Ford took a gulp of coffee in an attempt to replace the ice in his stomach. He wasnāt certain the thing could understand speech. Heād never been dumb enough to try pursing a Grim to study.
āNah donāt worry Ford Iām here. Itās with me.ā Stan appeared in the same doorway then, buttoning up the collar of his shirt. Not quite his Mister Mystery get upāthatād been passed along to Soos at the end of last summerābut it was still nicer than his usual tanktop and boxers.
āThe clothes are a bit unusual. As well as the hour. Iām not used to seeing you awake before noon. Plans?ā
āFirstāuncalled for, also screw off, Iām allowed to enjoy sleep in my old age. SecondāIām taking the Grim out for some air.ā
āAnd that requires nice clothes?ā
āWell I aint taking it to the dog park, Ford.ā