A lone red fox wandered through the thick forest one, dark night. He had a lot on his mind as a depressed look was carved into his face. What was the problem, you may ask? Well, the fox had a whopping 12 kits! Everyday, he worked just hard enough to feed and support them as his wife took care of them at home. But recently, he and his wife had just had their 13th kit. Knowing there was no way he and and his wife couldn't take care of their youngest son alone, he set off on a walk through the woods to help clear his mind.

"What am I gonna do?" He muttered to himself in despair. "I just can't take care of a new baby, but I can't just leave anyone to starve for anyone's sake."

Just then, an idea popped into the fox's head.

"I know, I'll find a godfather to help support him!" He said hopefully, but then his ears wilted. "But who, though?

As he kept walking and mulling it over, a bright white light shone from out of nowhere. He shielded his eyes from the light. When it died down and he looked to see where it came from, his eyes went wide at what he saw in front of him: three little, female Dalmatian puppies had manifested right in front of him. They wore white silk robes, golden halos floated over their heads, white feathery wings on their backs and they each wore different collars. The three gave the fox serene and gentle smiles.

"Who are you?" He asked in awe.

"Silly us. We forgot to introduce ourselves." The one with hearts on her collar giggled. "I'm Destiny."

"I'm Dallas." The one with diamonds furthered.

"And my name is Deja vu." The button-collared one finished.

"We came with a message from Dog himself." They stated.

This only confused him more.

"To clarify, we come from Dog with an offer." Destiny said.

"We've heard your prayers." Dallas added.

"And boy, have we come to deliver." Deja vu finished. "We're here to offer to become your youngest son's godmothers."

"Really?" The fox asked.

"Totes. Consider yourself blessed." Destiny said.

"Yeah, we'll provide your littlest one with all manner of happiness and health." Dallas added.

Before anyone could say anything, a dark chuckling could be heard echoing from the darkness. The fox was put on edge as his tail frizzed out in fear. The angels, however, gained deadpanned expressions.

"What was that?" He gulped.

"Dear Lord, it's them." Dallas groaned.

"Not again." Destiny sighed.

"Oh, barf." Deja vu finished.

As soon as they said that, another trio emerged from the darkness with devious smirks on their faces. They were Dalmatians too, but they were male. On their left ears, they had a number of spots ranging from 1 to 3, horns protruding from their heads, and bat wings on their backs. They wore dark sunglasses, black suits with a neck tie, bow tie, or bolo tie, and gold chains with numbers 1 to 3.

"Who are they?" The fox asked.

"The Dmitris." Destiny growled.

"One of the Devil's most loyal cronies." Dallas said

"One of the the most rotten of the rotten." Deja vu spat.

"Oh, you're making us blush." Dmitri 1 chuckled, removing his shades.

"Save the compliments for later, yeah?" Dmitri 2 said.

"Besides, we're here for business." Dmitri 3 said.

Before anyone could say anything else, the three demon Dalmatians pulled the fox away from the angels.

"Listen, mate, we know why you're really looking for someone to help out with your little nipper." Dmitri 1 said with an arm around him.

"But, never fear. Because we promise to provide him with all the gold and wealth you would ever need or want." Dmitri 2 explained.

With a snap of his fingers, Dmitri 3 summoned a contract and pen from a small burst of fire in his left paw.

"All you need to do is sign this little contract. " He stated, tapping the scroll with the pen

They then each engulfed a paw in fire and extended them out towards him, asking, "Do we have a deal?"

"Hold on just a second bub!" Destiny interrupted.

"You're not tempting anyone on our watch!" Deja vu said.

"Besides, we were here first!" Dallas agreed.

"Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?" Dmitri 2 asked.

"You can't make us!" Dmitri 1 agreed in defiance.

"Never!" Dmitri 3 finished.

It was at that moment the angels and demons started arguing over who got to be the fox's son's godparents. As this went on, it was starting to become too much for him. He couldn't just let the ones who passed judgement on mortals be his son's godparent. He had to get away.

"I CAN'T DO THIS!" He snapped as he ran off into the woods.

The 6 Dalmatian watched him run off in bemusement.

"Oh, that's just great!" Dallas complained.

"Just peachy!" Deja vu said.

"Thanks a lot, you three! You scared him away!" Destiny barked.

"Screw it! We don't need this!" The demons scoffed as they vanished in a shroud of fire and the angels flew off into the heavens.


The fox ventured deeper into the forest, muttering angrily to himself. He kicked away the twigs and pebbles at his feet in frustration.

"Why is my life have to be so miserable?!" He cried.

Just then, he bumped into someone, knocking him to the ground. The looked up at the figure and his heart sank and he reeled back a couple of feet upon laying eyes on him. This was a tall, black, lanky Dalmatian with white spots and purple fingers. He wore a long black cloak that almost reached the ground, black leather boots, a skull pendant, and carried a large, razor-sharp scythe. He had run into Death himself, or Dante, as he liked to be called. The fox's throat went dry with fear as he gazed into his cold, abyss-like. Before the fox could even whimper in fear, he spoke.

"I know what you seek." He said in a breathy tone, almost as if he was wheezing. "I've decided to come in your time of need. I will make sure your littlest one grows into a fine gentleman in the future. He might just live a long, healthy, wealthy, and happy life. That is if your willing to accept."

As Dante extended his paw, the fox stared at it and mulled it over as sweat dripped down his face and soaked his fur. And rightfully so. This was Death he was facing, for crying out loud. But as he thought, this might just pay off. After all, all were equal in the eyes of Death. He gazed back at the reaper and his still extended paw.

"Well? I'm waiting." He said with a little grin.

Within a few seconds, the fox grabbed his paw firmly and shook it.

The deal was made.

"Excellent choice." He praised. "Now here's the deal, for the first five years, I will visit your littlest one regularly. But after that, I won't return until he's come of age. Got that."

The fox nodded. Death smiled again.


Years had passed and the youngest son, now named Fergus, had recently graduated from one of the most medical school. He was an ambitious young fox and was right now looking for employment. As he read over the job listings on his computer, a cold presence filled the room. Knowing exactly who it was, he smiled in morbid excitement . He turned around and saw his godfather standing right there with a suitcase in his paw.

"Dante! It's been so long!" Fergus cried out as he hugged his godfather.

"Nice to see you too, Fergus." Dante said. "As a dog of my word, I've come with a little gift for you."

"What's that?" Fergus asked.

Dante opened the bag he carried. After rummaging around in there for a few seconds and pulling out a few unnecessary items such as a skull, a femur, a soul that wouldn't shut up, etc, he found what he was looking for. He presented to Fergus a flask containing a green, glowing potion. The fox's eyes sparkled with wonder as he stared at it.

"What is it?" He asked.

"This, my dear godson, is the cure for all mortal disease, ailments, and injuries." Dante explained. "Just one drop or even just a whiff of the fumes will cure anyone of any ailment."

Fergus, still awestruck, reached out to grab it, only to be held back when his godfather pressing a finger to his forehead. He then then wagged his finger at him.

"Not so fast." Dante tutted. "There are simple yet incredibly strict rules to this."

"Like what?" Fergus asked, trying to stay patient.

"If I'm not in the room, you may use it to cure your patient. If you see at the foot of their bed, you're not allowed to use it." He explained, but then his tone turned dark and foreboding. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course. Crystal." Fergus nodded rapidly in response as he was handed the potion.


Word spread of Dr. Fergus' near-miraculous healing abilities. People pretty much lined up or even called in advance just so they could get a glimpse of his work. They never did. Some even went so far as to intentionally hurt themselves just so they could meet him. Needless to say, Fergus snubbed those kinds of people. Time passed and he became unbelievably successful and wealthy. Of course, he also followed the rules his godfather had set for him and it pretty much became a routine. But then, his greed would, sooner or later, get the better of him.

One day, the king fell severely ill and the royal family offered a handsome paycheck to anyone who could heal the king. Fergus was reading the article online on his phone and he immediately jumped at the opportunity. He was escorted by limo to the palace and rushed down the hall to the king's room.

"Alright, I need to be alone while I work. So, please excuse me." Fergus said as he entered the room.

"I hope so." The queen said worriedly.

As Fergus closed the door behind him, he was dismayed by what he saw. There was Death, sitting at the unconscious wolf king's feet.

"Sorry, but this one's mine." He simply said.

However, he foolishly didn't let that stop him as he wanted the glory of saving the king and and that fat paycheck. He decided to do something about the situation.

"Wait what are you doing?" Dante asked as Fergus approached the bed.

Fergus spun the bed around, changing his position so that he was at the head instead.

"Who knew that would pay off?" Fergus chuckled, flexing his muscles.

He then administered the the cure to the king as Dante watched, bemused. With the king cured, the family praised him and paid him as promised. Fergus chuckled as he looked over his paycheck. As he exited the palace, Death lividly lifted his godson into the air by his shirt. Fergus whimpered in fear as he stared into the fire he could've sworn he saw in his godfather's eyes.

"I gave you ONE SIMPLE RULE! And yet you let your own greed and arrogance blind you." He roared, his voice dripping with venom.

"I'm sorry! I promise! I'll never do it again!" Fergus begged.

"Be grateful I'm being merciful, boy! Next time you do this, you will pay dearly!" Dante warned.


For the next few months, Fergus heeded Dante's warning. Everything seemed to be normal until word got out that the princess fell ill. Seeing this next opportunity, Fergus rushed to the palace with greedy eyes. As soon as he entered her room, however, his greed melted away as soon as he laid eyes on the young she-wolf. He was so entranced by her beauty, Fergus approached her with full intent of curing her and failed to notice Dante at her feet. He then brought the potion up to her nose. As soon as she smelled it, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him.

"Thank you." She sighed in relief.

Before Fergus could reply, Dante grabbed him by the soldiers, squeezing them. The palace melted away into darkness until they were in a endless void filled with nothing but millions, if not, billions of timekeeping devices floating around, each representing a life. Fergus then noticed his godfather. He shrunk in fear as he saw his father holding an hourglass with his name etched into it.

"You just couldn't heed my words, could you?!" Death growled.

"Godfather, I'm sorry! I didn't see you! I didn't mean to!" Fergus, on his knees and paws clasped together, begged desperately.

Dante looked into his godson's teary, begging eyes. He considered actually sparing him, but his he lost all empathy shortly after. His betrayal was too great.

"I'm sorry." He said morbidly.

Time seemed to go in slow-motion as Fergus watched his godfather drop his hourglass onto the hourglass shattered, scattering wood splinters, glass shards, and sand. Fergus then felt his body harden. It hardened so much he couldn't even scream. His godfather was the last thing he saw when he crumbled into sand and scattered all over the floor, much like his hourglass.

AN: Well, this started out on a light note.