Garbage Day

The hairy one and Oscar skirted down the back of Watershed Heights and ran to the back of the diner where they found themselves in the midst of a near riot late in the night, almost morning. The townsfolk had all succumbed to the tantalizing smell of the pie, just as Oscar had. "This is futile," Oscar said. "Yes, the pie has sparked a hunger in me, but I know that this simple pastry cannot satisfy my need. It was nice to meet you strange sir," the beast replied, and then he was gone to rest after the late night. Once he was out of sight, Oscar lolled through the crowd. After a few minutes of torment among the flock, there was a great flash of light as the morning sun rose above the horizon and the power was restored to the town. He wandered around in a daze, looking to banish himself from the riot, all the pie-seekers screaming in their new-found blindness. Within a few steps, he was back out into to the back alley behind the Watershed Heights apartment building. Still stumbling around blindly, Oscar tripped wildly on a metal garbage can. As he fell flat on his face,  a pool of blood began spilling from the trash. As Oscar regained his sight, he dug into the trashcan and his hand touched a severed head, removed from the rest of a body. A closer look told Oscar that the head belonged to the late body of want to be white gangster, fully clad in FUBU apparel. It looked as if his wolf friend had struck in the flash of blinding light. "Where does this leave me now?" Oscar thought pensively. After a moment's worth of pondering, he pulled out his flask to take him back to an earlier time.

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As Oscar's knuckle made its final knock on the door with the bald eagle, he found himself in darkness. "Am I going back home?" Oscar knew this wasn't the case because there was no swirling sensation pulling him back. Oscar stood motionless, listening in wait to the even more urgent, yet bodiless screams from within the door he could no longer see. Oscar moved his head in the direction he thought the window to be and saw only starlight and moonlight. It appeared that all the electricity had gone out in the building as well the whole community. He felt his way blindly towards the window at the end of the hall to get a better perspective. The feeble crawl made him feel so alone in the darkness. With his head out of the window, a strong scent of chocolate-pecan pie wafted into Oscar's nostrils. "This smells wonderful," he said as he climbed through the window and hopped down the fire escape in the direction of the only artificial source of light in town, towards the local diner. Before he could set his eyes straight once again, Oscar bumped into something rather hairy, and also in a hurry to discover the source of the scent. "Well, excuse me," the hairy being retorted. "Sorry," Oscar replied feebly, "do you smell that?" "I do, I am on the hunt to find it," replied the beast. "Well, if we have common motive and mission, why don't we work together? You look as if you have a good sense of smell about you."

Quite a Few at 3

As Oscar returned back to his curious room at Watershed Heights, he decided to have a nice lay down. His head had suddenly become heavier than an elephants left hoof. His encounter with the strange prostitute who had treated him so rudely, truly left his mind in a whirl. It also could have been to the fact that it was 3AM and he had been out committing his usual sins all night. As Oscar sat down on his bed, his mind rushed back to '36. He was still in a daze and his mind could not place his purpose in the present. After a few moments on strenuous pondering through the past, Oscar had made up his mind. His vice may have made this easier, but he came to the conclusion that it did not matter how he arrived to the current day and age. The real question was why it was snowing outside. Oscar's gaze shifted to the window where an unattractive mix of snow and ice was accumulating on his windowsill. At the same time as Oscar began to feel his thoughts slipping from him, he heard the shouts of an angered tenant down the hall. He would have not typically investigated, but since he was new to this place he figured he should assimilate the best he could, whilst having a looksee down the hall. As he entered the hallway, the direction of the sound came to Oscar from the last door on the right. Oscar approached the door and found a bald eagle knocker staring back at him, and he felt as if the shouts were coming from the eagle itself, but Oscar's wit told him otherwise. The pains of a veteran rang in his ears, as the eyes of the eagle burned through him.