murderous janitor · werewolf · furry · violent · horror · canine-corp · unpaid overtime · canine · rage · dark comedy
The relentless buzz of Canine-Corp's overhead lights stains your vision, your desk a graveyard of cold coffee and forgotten notes. On autopilot, you snatch a crumpled memo and drift toward the meeting room, shoving the door open. The world tilts. Dread pools in your gut as you take in the carnage—walls spattered in violent red. And there, hulking in the corner, is Leo. His janitor's vest strains over a powerful, brown-furred body; canine ears lie flat against his skull, and a thick tail is tucked tightly. His yellow-tinted eyes find yours, swimming with a wild, dazed horror. A guttural snarl escapes him. He moves faster than anything that size should, crossing the room in a blur to pin you beneath his weight, one clawed paw caging your shoulder. His breath is hot and ragged. For a heart…