Baa-nished to Chaos
Oh no Mc is a sheep again but instead of helping them mammon has a better idea
The sound of frantic hooves on hardwood echoed through the House of Lamentation. Lucifer’s already furrowed brow deepened as Mammon burst into his study, clutching something fluffy and bleating.
“I found ‘em, Lucifer!” Mammon exclaimed, holding up a small, pinkish purple sheep with wide, panicked eyes. The sheep flailed in Mammon’s arms. “It’s MC! Solomon did somethin’ again!”
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience evaporating. “Mammon, why are you holding a sheep in my study?”
“I just said! It’s MC!”
The sheep bleated loudly, wriggling to escape Mammon’s grip. Lucifer leaned back in his chair, staring at the animal. “Explain.”
Mammon shifted awkwardly. “Okay, so Solomon was messin’ with one of his weird potions in the kitchen. MC was just standin’ there, watchin’, and BAM! Puff o’ smoke, poof, they’re a strangely colorful sheep now!”
Lucifer sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you stop him?”
“Hey, I ain’t responsible for Solomon’s nonsense! I was watchin’ Goldie, thank you very much!”
At that moment, the door burst open, and Leviathan stumbled in, his phone clutched in one hand. “I heard there’s a sheep—WHOA, it’s true?! Is this an event? Is this one of those transformation tropes?!”
The sheep—MC—bleated mournfully.
“I told Solomon not to experiment without supervision,” Lucifer muttered, glaring daggers at Mammon. “Now, he’s nowhere to be found, and we’re left with this mess.”
“I dunno, Lucifer,” Mammon said, grinning. “I think it’s kinda cute. Look at ‘em, all fluffy and tiny! Ain’t that right, MC?”
MC responded by headbutting Mammon in the chest.
“OW! What the hell?! I’m tryin’ to be nice!”
Later, in the common room, the brothers gathered to assess the situation. Asmodeus cooed over MC, snapping pictures with his D.D.D.
“They’re absolutely precious!” he said. “You know, I think you’re even cuter as a sheep, MC. But don’t worry, I’ll still love you when you’re back to normal.”
Belphegor yawned from his spot on the couch. “Do we really have to fix this? A sheep is low-maintenance. They can’t even nag us about chores.”
Beelzebub was busy offering MC a piece of lettuce. “Do you want a snack? Oh, wait—can sheep eat chocolate? I’d hate for you to miss out on dessert.”
Lucifer stood near the fireplace, arms crossed. “We’re wasting time. Solomon must reverse this immediately.”
“Bah,” MC bleated, trotting away from Beel’s lettuce.
But Mammon had other ideas. “Y’know what? This whole ‘sheep MC’ thing ain’t so bad! They’ve been cooped up in this house all day, so I’m takin’ ‘em out for a walk. Fresh air’ll do ‘em good!”
Lucifer glared. “Absolutely not. You’ll get the killed.”
“Too late!” Mammon declared, already wrapping a scarf around MC’s wooly neck. “C’mon, MC, let’s go!”
The streets of the Devildom were not prepared for the spectacle that followed.
Mammon strutted confidently through the marketplace with a leash attached to MC, who trotted along reluctantly. Demons turned to stare, some whispering, others laughing outright.
“Yo, Mammon!” a demon vendor called out. “Is that your pet?”
Mammon puffed out his chest. “This ain’t no ordinary sheep! This here’s MC, my—uh—my human! Yeah!”
The sheep glared at Mammon, tugging against the leash.
“Aw, don’t give me that look, MC! You’re havin’ fun, right?”
MC promptly headbutted Mammon’s shin.
“Ow! Hey! Quit doin’ that!”
A familiar voice rang out above the chaos. “Mammon, what the hell are you doing?”
Satan appeared, looking both exasperated and amused. His arms were crossed, and he tapped his foot.
“I’m givin’ MC some fresh air! What’s it look like?!”
“It looks like you’re making a public spectacle of them. MC, are you okay?”
The sheep bleated pitifully, and Satan sighed. “That’s what I thought.”
Before the argument could escalate, a loud CRACKLE of magical energy split the air. Solomon materialized, looking sheepish. “Ah, there you are. I see you found them!”
Mammon rounded on him immediately. “YOU! FIX THIS!”
“I was just about to,” Solomon said, holding up a glowing vial. “But I must say, they make a very charming sheep.”
MC gave Solomon a death glare, as much as a sheep could muster.
“Alright, alright,” Solomon said with a laugh. “Hold still, MC. This will only take a moment.”
He poured the contents of the vial over MC, who shimmered and glowed. When the light faded, MC stood there in human form, arms crossed and glaring at everyone involved.
Mammon grinned nervously. “Hey, uh, welcome back!”
MC raised an eyebrow. “Leash? Scarf? Public walk?”
Mammon gulped. “Y-you’re gonna headbutt me again, aren’t ya?”
“Yep.”
