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A story based off of an rp between me and 
sournote103, and if you guys couldn't tell we were in a greaser mood. =P
The new greasers on the college campus have set their eyes on two of the students, and they're not going to take no for an answer...
I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear what you all think! ^^
P.S. Off to see the dentist right after this. T.T
"Hey, come on in to the grease pit. We'll show all you guys a good time, and how to be the best of bros," the leader of the gang, a very chill looking corgi said as he leaned against the wall of the garage. Next to him a dim looking skunk chuckled as a cigerette butt hung out of his lips.
"Boss this is the best idea ever!" he chuckled, his voice deep and slow.
"I know dimwit, now close your mouth," the boss snapped, and grinned as he saw a pair sitting down at a lunch table. "I think I found us our next pair of flunkees..."
"I swear Rerim, we may be the biggest people on campus, but we're bound to go places! I mean I have a bit of a pudge, but guys like that... I think," Tiran said, a slight blush as he saw a guy pass us by. "You're sure to get someone great too, and then we'll both get our degrees. We're set for college, and everything beyond!" He ended with a dramatic jump with his fork held high.
"I mean, I think you're putting the cart before the horse there a bit," Rerim replied. "But yeah, it does seem like that's in generally the right direction, thankfully. Assuming we actually put in the effort getting there anyway." As he sat down and got situated, he noticed the corgi and skunk looking at them from across the room. "Hey, does it look like those guys over there are staring at us?" Rerim asked, only a few moments later realizing the irony of the fact that he was staring at the pair to figure out if they were staring at them.
They both smiled, and the corgi slipped a new cigerette into his mouth. "Let's meet up with them after they're done eating. I want these two..."
Looking back Tiran noticed they turned away and went back into the grease pit and shrugged. "They're probably just some idiots, I dunno. The real point is that you're extremely smart, and I'm determined to pass! We're gonna get through college!" He smiled triumphantly before nodding to himself, his stomach swaying slightly as he stand. "So after we eat this food, we should go and make an appointment with the councelor. I'm sure they'll help lead us to our true paths!" Tiran explained, and then dug a fry through some mayonnaise and took a bite. "Mmm... can't beat fries and mayo..."
"Sounds good," Rerim said, taking a bite of his sandwich. He glanced back over at the corgi again, unable to shake the feeling that he's watching them, but he pushed the thought away for the rest of the meal. After a few more minutes of eating, the bear leaned back in his chair and sighed rubbing his stomach. "Well, I'm full, so whenever you're ready we can head out."
Tiran quickly finish up his food and smiled before standing up. "Alright, let's head over to the office." As they threw away the food the greaser pair slid outside in preparation for them, and though the skunk was a tad bit dull he listened to anything his boss said.
"So boss... will we be grabbing them?" he asked, still trying to comprehend the plan.
"Nah, that's the last resort. First we'll try to talk them into comin' to our grease pit," the corgi said, grinning as he watched us start towards the door.
When Rerim and Tiran got to the door, Rerim opened it and held it open as Tiran passed through. He started moving to head through it himself but noticed the skunk and corgi walking over so he decided to wait and hold the door for them to be polite, though still feeling put off by the feeling that they had been watching them, he tried to avoid eye contact and just smiled weakly at their approach.
The corgi smiled as he stopped right in front of you, not paying attention to anyone else who might be walking towards the door. "Hey big guy. I was wondering if you and your friend might be interested in coming to my grease pit. My friends and I have been wanting to add a few new members to our fantastic crew, and we thought two big guys like you would be great for our team."
"Oh, well, um, thank you for the invitation..." Rerim replied, pausing for a moment to consider the entirely unexpected offer. "I- uh, what do you think, Tiran?" The bear asked, looking torn between interest in the offer and apprehension.
Being an optimist Tiran would usually jump whole heartedly into it, but the pair didn't exactly look like the cleanest or the friendliest. "I dunno, my friend and I were actually just about to..."
The corgi cut the otter off with his paw. "I know you two think we're just a couple of drugees, or reprobates, but I can promise you two that we're just some fun loving guys who want to invite you into our circle of friends. Why don't you just come in for a little bit, and if you don't like i then you can leave, and we won't pester you again." He ended his sentence with a grin, and Tiran turned to Rerim with a shrug.
"It couldn't hurt I guess..." the otter said, looking a tad bit confused.
"Um... Yeah, okay," Rerim said, oddly at ease, and even a little excited to hang out with them. "Just, uh, I guess let us know when and where. Thanks again for inviting us."
"How about now?" the corgi asked, his skunk friend putting his hand on Rerim’s shoulder with a firm clench. "We need some new members soon, and we'd like to show you today so we can get your answer today."
Tiran frown as I notice the skunk's hand on his friend’s shoulder, but he just bit hi lip. "I mean if it doesn't take too long..."
"Yeah, I mean... I guess we didn't really have anything going on," Rerim said. The corgi and the skunk led the pair out of the building, Rerim was curious as to why they thought the matter so time-sensitive.
The corgi stepped behind Tiran and made sure that he was in just as the skunk 'helped' Rerim in as well. "Welcome to the grease pit," the corgi said, and as the lights turned on the pair saw that there were a bunch of greasers working on cars, smoking, and drinking a lot of alcohol as well as styling their hair with nasty looking grease.
"Well this looks... interesting," Tiran muttered, not wanting to insult anyone. The skunk closed the door behind them as the corgi walked in front of the pair.
"My name's Blake. I'm the leader of the greaser club, and I want to make you two feel as comfortable as possible."
"Thanks," Rerim replied, "And, uh, not to be rude, but I'm not much of a car person - I don't even have a driver's license - and I don't really, uh, drink, or smoke..." He paused for a moment before feeling bad about possibly coming across as rude. "But, uh, I can stay for a while... After all, you guys seem pretty nice even if we don't really seem to share too many interests..."
The skunk behind them chuckled deeply, but neither couldn't figure out why. "Yeah... I don't like the idea of drinking either, and to be honest I don't know the difference between the gear shift and the e brake sometimes..." Tiran chuckled, feeling embarrassed as he saw them pull apart a car with ease.
"Don't worry, you two will fit in fine, and we even have something for you," Blake said, and with a smile he nodded to two of the greasers in the back. They stepped into another room where they grabbed two old and very smelly greaser jackets and stepped back in. "Your very own jackets!"
"Oh, no, please, I couldn't take that," Rerim protested - although he did find that he was strangely enticed to put it on. "You've been more than nice enough already, I'd feel bad taking a gift..." to his bewilderment, however, Rerim found that by the time he’d finished talking, some of the greasers had managed to get the jacket on him without his noticing. "Hey, that looks pretty good..." Rerim murmured as he looked it over.
Tiran felt a bit bad as though he hated to decline a gift the jackets seem to have a lot of grease sprayed all over them, and they almost seemed ratty. "I'm actually a really large size if you couldn't tell..." The otter chuckled lightly, hoping to get out of wearing the jacket.
"Oh don't worry, we made sure to get large ones just for you two," Blake said, smiling as Tiran was forced to slip it on. “You two look like real greasers with those jackets on, though your hair is a bit flat. If you want i can get you two some nice slick for your dues."
"Oh, well, that's not really necessary," Rerim started, but mid-sentence he caught a whiff of the dirty leather of the jacket and felt his mind going foggy, "But, uh, I guess it could be fun..." He said slowly and haltingly, the words hard to find through the haze in his head.
Being careful not to smell the really nasty jacket Tiran shook my head. "Sorry my fur is pink, and I’d like to keep it that way. Grease will mess it all up..." The otter griped, trying to pull off the jacket he accidentally smelled it and groaned as his mind suddenly went foggy, and he almost changed his mind before shaking his head.
Blake chuckled and patted Tiran on the back while smearing a little grease on the back of the otter’s neck as if it were a collogne. "Don't worry bud, this grease is nice and clean so you can keep that pink, and make it shine~" One of the greasers dropped their glasses for a moment revealing a green and blue swirling eye patern, but neither of the pair noticed as the smell had entranced them both.
"Yeah... That sounds good...' Rerim mumbled as one of the greasers puts a glob of grease in his hand. With a little coaxing to help the bear’s addled mind along, he quickly style his hair into a passable facsimile of Blake's hairstyle, grinning emptyheadedly as he imagine his new look.
Blake smirked to himself as he watched Rerim grease his hair. "You know my big friend. I think you should try a sip of this," he held out a bottle of alcohol, but it had been disguised as a fruity drink. In the bottle there was also another ingredient that would rob one of intelligence, but it would be hard to taste under the sweetness of the alcohol.
Tiran started to disagree, but as the grease on the back of his neck grew incredibly smelly he moaned slightly as it got hard to think. "Hey don't you want your hair greased too?" the skunk asked, smiling as he saw the otter sway in dizziness.
"Do I?" Tiran asked, not quite sure.
"You do," the skunk said, and without another word he fashioned Tiran’s hair into a nice pompadour.
"I do..." Tiran mumbled, smiling to himself as I imagine myself as a cool greaser...
Rerim mumbled as he took the drink and slowly rose it to his mouth. Taking a small sip and instantly feel the fog clouding in his brain grow thicker Rerim staggered. For a short moment he found this somewhat alarming, but as soon as the smell from the greasy jacket hits his nose once again, Rerim decided that it felt good... Nice and relaxing... The bear grinned for a moment before drinking the remainder of the bottle much more quickly and sighed as he finished the last drop and felt himselfself getting even dumber. "That was... good..."
Tiran would’ve noticed that his friend was starting to fall under Blake's hypnosis, but the skunk decided to bring him over to the smoking corner. "Hey buddy, you know the real way to success is smoking some of these awesome herbs. They're not those smokey cigars or cigarettes, but they have the capability of giving you more smarts," the skunk said, tripping over some of his rehearsed words. In Tiran’s mind he knew something was wrong, but as he slipped a cigerette in the otter’s mouth and he sucked he found that he couldn't stop as the dumbing agent hit him, and he continued to puff on the cigarette.
Blake watched as you were almost complete. "Now my big friend you said you didn't like cars, but you don't know what it's really like to be near a car until you get under one. Don't you want to try it out?" he asked, he grabbed the bear by his muzzle as he waved his grease covered finger under his nose for more effect.
"Yeah, okay, boss," Rerim replied, everything Blake said sounding comforting and agreeable. "Whatever you say..."
Blake set Rerim up on a wheeled board, and slid him right under a car where a gas mask lowered onto his mouth and left the bear staring right into a special screen. The mask filled with a special gas meant to permanently make anyone who smelled it subservient, and from the TV earbuds slid into the bear’s ears as it started to spiral with a dirty brown and blue color spiral. "You are a greaser... you will listen to all Blake says... you love alcohol, cars, and smoking. You have no name until Blake gives you one, and you will drop out of all of your classes so you don't have to ever leave Blake's side." The voice track repeated as the gas sprayed into Rerim’s nose and mouth.
Blake gave Tiran a more personal trip as he slid goggles over the otter’s eyes with the same spiral, and started to whisper into his ears as he placed a mask over the mouth. "I am your leader, and you will be my dumb greaser bud... you will listen to all I say, and you're gonna like being a greaser. Cars, alcohol, smoking, and us are all you need..."
Rerim grinned widely as the hypnosis takes effect. “Of course I'm a greaser... It just made sense... Just like it made sense to obey Blake completely and stop worrying about anything that Blake didn't tell me to do...” After a few moments, some of Rerim’s old, extraneous memories started to fall away... His name, his old hobbies, everything that he had learned in school... He wouldn't need it as one of Blake's bug, dumb greaser goons.
As Tiran forgot his past he chuckled dumbly as Blake pulled off the goggles, and in place of the otter’s normal eyes were the same spirals as the others. He slipped on a new pair of sunglasses and patted his stomach slowly. "Boss, thanks for helping me out with my new diet. Burgers and beer are all I need now. No more healthy stuff," he grunted, happy that Blake had set him straight.
"Good job, now for a name..." Blake wondered for a second then grinned. "Thrasher, that's a good name for a greaser. Though you'll have a get a nice tat for that arm of yours," he said, smiling as the newly named otter nodded happily.
"Yeah, boss. I'm totally up for that!" No longer caring how he looked or what his name is as long as boss acknowledges me.
Pulling the bear once known as Rerim out from under the car, Blake smiles at the bear. "How're you feeling?"
The new greaser pulled his own mask off to reveal similar green and blue spirals. "Feeling, uh... Oh! Great! That's the word, boss!" He grunted, grinning triumphantly at having recalled such a difficult word. "Can't wait to get to work on a car! I bet I can get one to go really fast!"
Blake chuckled as he pulled the bear to his feet. "That's great bud. Now I want to introduce you to your brother, Thrasher." He pulled Thrasher up beside him, and though the otter had a distant memory of the bear suddenly he remember the bear as his brother. "Thrasher this is your brother, Basher. You two are my fatties, and you're proud of that. You two made an appointment with your councilor to tell her that you're getting out of school. When you come back we're gonna go on a road trip so you two can be trained in how to be great greasers, alright?" he asked, knowing that his words surpassed any memories that the pair had.
"Yeah boss," Thrasher said, patting my stomach happily as I imagined downing a few beers with my brother bear.
"Yeah, that sounds great, boss!" Basher exclaimed. "Not sure why we were even bothering with the whole 'school' thing... But whatever, we're done with that now, right Thrasher?"
"Yeah, Basher. Now let's go cancel this shitty school stuff, I wanna grab some beers with boss," Thrasher chuckle, knowing that the boss and the other greasers was where they belonged. The pair stepped out into the hall, bumping other people out of the way as they both took out a pack of cigarettes from their jacket pockets.
sournote103, and if you guys couldn't tell we were in a greaser mood. =PThe new greasers on the college campus have set their eyes on two of the students, and they're not going to take no for an answer...
I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear what you all think! ^^
P.S. Off to see the dentist right after this. T.T
"Hey, come on in to the grease pit. We'll show all you guys a good time, and how to be the best of bros," the leader of the gang, a very chill looking corgi said as he leaned against the wall of the garage. Next to him a dim looking skunk chuckled as a cigerette butt hung out of his lips.
"Boss this is the best idea ever!" he chuckled, his voice deep and slow.
"I know dimwit, now close your mouth," the boss snapped, and grinned as he saw a pair sitting down at a lunch table. "I think I found us our next pair of flunkees..."
"I swear Rerim, we may be the biggest people on campus, but we're bound to go places! I mean I have a bit of a pudge, but guys like that... I think," Tiran said, a slight blush as he saw a guy pass us by. "You're sure to get someone great too, and then we'll both get our degrees. We're set for college, and everything beyond!" He ended with a dramatic jump with his fork held high.
"I mean, I think you're putting the cart before the horse there a bit," Rerim replied. "But yeah, it does seem like that's in generally the right direction, thankfully. Assuming we actually put in the effort getting there anyway." As he sat down and got situated, he noticed the corgi and skunk looking at them from across the room. "Hey, does it look like those guys over there are staring at us?" Rerim asked, only a few moments later realizing the irony of the fact that he was staring at the pair to figure out if they were staring at them.
They both smiled, and the corgi slipped a new cigerette into his mouth. "Let's meet up with them after they're done eating. I want these two..."
Looking back Tiran noticed they turned away and went back into the grease pit and shrugged. "They're probably just some idiots, I dunno. The real point is that you're extremely smart, and I'm determined to pass! We're gonna get through college!" He smiled triumphantly before nodding to himself, his stomach swaying slightly as he stand. "So after we eat this food, we should go and make an appointment with the councelor. I'm sure they'll help lead us to our true paths!" Tiran explained, and then dug a fry through some mayonnaise and took a bite. "Mmm... can't beat fries and mayo..."
"Sounds good," Rerim said, taking a bite of his sandwich. He glanced back over at the corgi again, unable to shake the feeling that he's watching them, but he pushed the thought away for the rest of the meal. After a few more minutes of eating, the bear leaned back in his chair and sighed rubbing his stomach. "Well, I'm full, so whenever you're ready we can head out."
Tiran quickly finish up his food and smiled before standing up. "Alright, let's head over to the office." As they threw away the food the greaser pair slid outside in preparation for them, and though the skunk was a tad bit dull he listened to anything his boss said.
"So boss... will we be grabbing them?" he asked, still trying to comprehend the plan.
"Nah, that's the last resort. First we'll try to talk them into comin' to our grease pit," the corgi said, grinning as he watched us start towards the door.
When Rerim and Tiran got to the door, Rerim opened it and held it open as Tiran passed through. He started moving to head through it himself but noticed the skunk and corgi walking over so he decided to wait and hold the door for them to be polite, though still feeling put off by the feeling that they had been watching them, he tried to avoid eye contact and just smiled weakly at their approach.
The corgi smiled as he stopped right in front of you, not paying attention to anyone else who might be walking towards the door. "Hey big guy. I was wondering if you and your friend might be interested in coming to my grease pit. My friends and I have been wanting to add a few new members to our fantastic crew, and we thought two big guys like you would be great for our team."
"Oh, well, um, thank you for the invitation..." Rerim replied, pausing for a moment to consider the entirely unexpected offer. "I- uh, what do you think, Tiran?" The bear asked, looking torn between interest in the offer and apprehension.
Being an optimist Tiran would usually jump whole heartedly into it, but the pair didn't exactly look like the cleanest or the friendliest. "I dunno, my friend and I were actually just about to..."
The corgi cut the otter off with his paw. "I know you two think we're just a couple of drugees, or reprobates, but I can promise you two that we're just some fun loving guys who want to invite you into our circle of friends. Why don't you just come in for a little bit, and if you don't like i then you can leave, and we won't pester you again." He ended his sentence with a grin, and Tiran turned to Rerim with a shrug.
"It couldn't hurt I guess..." the otter said, looking a tad bit confused.
"Um... Yeah, okay," Rerim said, oddly at ease, and even a little excited to hang out with them. "Just, uh, I guess let us know when and where. Thanks again for inviting us."
"How about now?" the corgi asked, his skunk friend putting his hand on Rerim’s shoulder with a firm clench. "We need some new members soon, and we'd like to show you today so we can get your answer today."
Tiran frown as I notice the skunk's hand on his friend’s shoulder, but he just bit hi lip. "I mean if it doesn't take too long..."
"Yeah, I mean... I guess we didn't really have anything going on," Rerim said. The corgi and the skunk led the pair out of the building, Rerim was curious as to why they thought the matter so time-sensitive.
The corgi stepped behind Tiran and made sure that he was in just as the skunk 'helped' Rerim in as well. "Welcome to the grease pit," the corgi said, and as the lights turned on the pair saw that there were a bunch of greasers working on cars, smoking, and drinking a lot of alcohol as well as styling their hair with nasty looking grease.
"Well this looks... interesting," Tiran muttered, not wanting to insult anyone. The skunk closed the door behind them as the corgi walked in front of the pair.
"My name's Blake. I'm the leader of the greaser club, and I want to make you two feel as comfortable as possible."
"Thanks," Rerim replied, "And, uh, not to be rude, but I'm not much of a car person - I don't even have a driver's license - and I don't really, uh, drink, or smoke..." He paused for a moment before feeling bad about possibly coming across as rude. "But, uh, I can stay for a while... After all, you guys seem pretty nice even if we don't really seem to share too many interests..."
The skunk behind them chuckled deeply, but neither couldn't figure out why. "Yeah... I don't like the idea of drinking either, and to be honest I don't know the difference between the gear shift and the e brake sometimes..." Tiran chuckled, feeling embarrassed as he saw them pull apart a car with ease.
"Don't worry, you two will fit in fine, and we even have something for you," Blake said, and with a smile he nodded to two of the greasers in the back. They stepped into another room where they grabbed two old and very smelly greaser jackets and stepped back in. "Your very own jackets!"
"Oh, no, please, I couldn't take that," Rerim protested - although he did find that he was strangely enticed to put it on. "You've been more than nice enough already, I'd feel bad taking a gift..." to his bewilderment, however, Rerim found that by the time he’d finished talking, some of the greasers had managed to get the jacket on him without his noticing. "Hey, that looks pretty good..." Rerim murmured as he looked it over.
Tiran felt a bit bad as though he hated to decline a gift the jackets seem to have a lot of grease sprayed all over them, and they almost seemed ratty. "I'm actually a really large size if you couldn't tell..." The otter chuckled lightly, hoping to get out of wearing the jacket.
"Oh don't worry, we made sure to get large ones just for you two," Blake said, smiling as Tiran was forced to slip it on. “You two look like real greasers with those jackets on, though your hair is a bit flat. If you want i can get you two some nice slick for your dues."
"Oh, well, that's not really necessary," Rerim started, but mid-sentence he caught a whiff of the dirty leather of the jacket and felt his mind going foggy, "But, uh, I guess it could be fun..." He said slowly and haltingly, the words hard to find through the haze in his head.
Being careful not to smell the really nasty jacket Tiran shook my head. "Sorry my fur is pink, and I’d like to keep it that way. Grease will mess it all up..." The otter griped, trying to pull off the jacket he accidentally smelled it and groaned as his mind suddenly went foggy, and he almost changed his mind before shaking his head.
Blake chuckled and patted Tiran on the back while smearing a little grease on the back of the otter’s neck as if it were a collogne. "Don't worry bud, this grease is nice and clean so you can keep that pink, and make it shine~" One of the greasers dropped their glasses for a moment revealing a green and blue swirling eye patern, but neither of the pair noticed as the smell had entranced them both.
"Yeah... That sounds good...' Rerim mumbled as one of the greasers puts a glob of grease in his hand. With a little coaxing to help the bear’s addled mind along, he quickly style his hair into a passable facsimile of Blake's hairstyle, grinning emptyheadedly as he imagine his new look.
Blake smirked to himself as he watched Rerim grease his hair. "You know my big friend. I think you should try a sip of this," he held out a bottle of alcohol, but it had been disguised as a fruity drink. In the bottle there was also another ingredient that would rob one of intelligence, but it would be hard to taste under the sweetness of the alcohol.
Tiran started to disagree, but as the grease on the back of his neck grew incredibly smelly he moaned slightly as it got hard to think. "Hey don't you want your hair greased too?" the skunk asked, smiling as he saw the otter sway in dizziness.
"Do I?" Tiran asked, not quite sure.
"You do," the skunk said, and without another word he fashioned Tiran’s hair into a nice pompadour.
"I do..." Tiran mumbled, smiling to himself as I imagine myself as a cool greaser...
Rerim mumbled as he took the drink and slowly rose it to his mouth. Taking a small sip and instantly feel the fog clouding in his brain grow thicker Rerim staggered. For a short moment he found this somewhat alarming, but as soon as the smell from the greasy jacket hits his nose once again, Rerim decided that it felt good... Nice and relaxing... The bear grinned for a moment before drinking the remainder of the bottle much more quickly and sighed as he finished the last drop and felt himselfself getting even dumber. "That was... good..."
Tiran would’ve noticed that his friend was starting to fall under Blake's hypnosis, but the skunk decided to bring him over to the smoking corner. "Hey buddy, you know the real way to success is smoking some of these awesome herbs. They're not those smokey cigars or cigarettes, but they have the capability of giving you more smarts," the skunk said, tripping over some of his rehearsed words. In Tiran’s mind he knew something was wrong, but as he slipped a cigerette in the otter’s mouth and he sucked he found that he couldn't stop as the dumbing agent hit him, and he continued to puff on the cigarette.
Blake watched as you were almost complete. "Now my big friend you said you didn't like cars, but you don't know what it's really like to be near a car until you get under one. Don't you want to try it out?" he asked, he grabbed the bear by his muzzle as he waved his grease covered finger under his nose for more effect.
"Yeah, okay, boss," Rerim replied, everything Blake said sounding comforting and agreeable. "Whatever you say..."
Blake set Rerim up on a wheeled board, and slid him right under a car where a gas mask lowered onto his mouth and left the bear staring right into a special screen. The mask filled with a special gas meant to permanently make anyone who smelled it subservient, and from the TV earbuds slid into the bear’s ears as it started to spiral with a dirty brown and blue color spiral. "You are a greaser... you will listen to all Blake says... you love alcohol, cars, and smoking. You have no name until Blake gives you one, and you will drop out of all of your classes so you don't have to ever leave Blake's side." The voice track repeated as the gas sprayed into Rerim’s nose and mouth.
Blake gave Tiran a more personal trip as he slid goggles over the otter’s eyes with the same spiral, and started to whisper into his ears as he placed a mask over the mouth. "I am your leader, and you will be my dumb greaser bud... you will listen to all I say, and you're gonna like being a greaser. Cars, alcohol, smoking, and us are all you need..."
Rerim grinned widely as the hypnosis takes effect. “Of course I'm a greaser... It just made sense... Just like it made sense to obey Blake completely and stop worrying about anything that Blake didn't tell me to do...” After a few moments, some of Rerim’s old, extraneous memories started to fall away... His name, his old hobbies, everything that he had learned in school... He wouldn't need it as one of Blake's bug, dumb greaser goons.
As Tiran forgot his past he chuckled dumbly as Blake pulled off the goggles, and in place of the otter’s normal eyes were the same spirals as the others. He slipped on a new pair of sunglasses and patted his stomach slowly. "Boss, thanks for helping me out with my new diet. Burgers and beer are all I need now. No more healthy stuff," he grunted, happy that Blake had set him straight.
"Good job, now for a name..." Blake wondered for a second then grinned. "Thrasher, that's a good name for a greaser. Though you'll have a get a nice tat for that arm of yours," he said, smiling as the newly named otter nodded happily.
"Yeah, boss. I'm totally up for that!" No longer caring how he looked or what his name is as long as boss acknowledges me.
Pulling the bear once known as Rerim out from under the car, Blake smiles at the bear. "How're you feeling?"
The new greaser pulled his own mask off to reveal similar green and blue spirals. "Feeling, uh... Oh! Great! That's the word, boss!" He grunted, grinning triumphantly at having recalled such a difficult word. "Can't wait to get to work on a car! I bet I can get one to go really fast!"
Blake chuckled as he pulled the bear to his feet. "That's great bud. Now I want to introduce you to your brother, Thrasher." He pulled Thrasher up beside him, and though the otter had a distant memory of the bear suddenly he remember the bear as his brother. "Thrasher this is your brother, Basher. You two are my fatties, and you're proud of that. You two made an appointment with your councilor to tell her that you're getting out of school. When you come back we're gonna go on a road trip so you two can be trained in how to be great greasers, alright?" he asked, knowing that his words surpassed any memories that the pair had.
"Yeah boss," Thrasher said, patting my stomach happily as I imagined downing a few beers with my brother bear.
"Yeah, that sounds great, boss!" Basher exclaimed. "Not sure why we were even bothering with the whole 'school' thing... But whatever, we're done with that now, right Thrasher?"
"Yeah, Basher. Now let's go cancel this shitty school stuff, I wanna grab some beers with boss," Thrasher chuckle, knowing that the boss and the other greasers was where they belonged. The pair stepped out into the hall, bumping other people out of the way as they both took out a pack of cigarettes from their jacket pockets.
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