The sound of the alarm clock woke Merryweather up, was it all just a dream? He hitted the alarm clock, turning it off before taking a seat and rubbing his eyes. He dismissed the nightmare immediately and took a look around. His dirty Global Occult Coalition issued room was looking worse than the sewers. Merryweather reached for his earphones and placed them in his ears, putting music up before starting to do daily exercises to stay fit. He then brushed his teeth but something catches his attention in the mirror. It was his wife's picture ''Soon, I'll return home. I'll return to you and our son.''. Spitting the toothpaste out, he made some breakfast: typical eggs, bacon and tea. Before he could even take a bite, he heard knocking.

''Come in.'' Merryweather said as the door slid open, his friend Kyle decided to pay him a visit which he usually doesn't do unless he has an issue.

''What this time?'' Merryweather asked, roughly annoyed by this sudden visit.

''Olivia sent me as you still didn't review the email she sent you.''

''Email? Hold up, lemme check.'' He stood up, walking up to his shelf and taking the laptop. He placed it on the table, opening and checking the email.

''Also, she wanted me to give you this'' Kyle handed Merryweather a letter. The man placed it away, focused on reading the information first.

''So, I'm supposed to deal with some children thinking they're animals? Why out of every fucking people in this building, it has to be me?''

''Perhaps because you're the one that is experienced enough?''

''Ugh, what happened this time that it grabbed GOC's attention? It couldn't be just a simple convent after all.'' Merryweather asked as Kyle placed a document on the table.

''A fursuiter was found dead inside a dumpster, the cause of death were eaten glass shards inside food.'' Kyle answered as Sergeant Merryweather began to review the info, he saw the photo: The victim was in a raccoon fursuit, blood visible all over the suit, glass shards laying around perhaps puked out.

''And you suspect that it wasn't just a crazy dude? I mean, there are many weirdos around here.''

''We're not sure but that's not the only victim.''

''There were more trash eating furries?''

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''No, this one committed suicide by jumping off the office building, it was a death. Eh, just check out yourself, there is a video attached to the mail.''

Sergeant opened the video and saw it all from the negotiator's body camera.

[VIDEO_PLAYING]

New York, 6:34 PM, [REDACTED]

Negotiator stood on top of the building, a few meters away from the fursuiter. Only a step was left for the suspect to fall off the roof to his death.

''Sir, get off the building, I promise that if anything happened, you'll get support from specialists.'' Negotiator spoke but was left without response.

''You don't have to do this.'' He began to get closer to the suspect as the news helicopter passes by.

''I wwant to wfly~!'' The furry began to swing with his arms around like a bird.

''Sir, you're not a bird, just come here and everything will be fine''

At that moment a loud shout was heard ''NO!'' as the man jumped off the building trying his best to fly but met a fatal end. He fell on the hard concrete ground with his head, crushing it completely. Later his limbs connected, breaking every bone in his body as a bloody splat was left. He was dead, completely dead. ''What the actual FUCK?''

[VIDEO_END]

''So, the kid thought that he's a bird? The fuck is with this generation?'' Merryweather said, not believing in the whole "paranormal stuff".

''It definitely wasn't a clear thinking, he really believed in being an animal. The same with the other kid, the cases seem to be affiliated with each other. A kid thinking they're animal and then dying.''

''I'll go talk with the general about it, thanks.'' Merryweather finished before saying goodbye to Kyle and continuing his breakfast which was now cold.

Sergeant now walked through the hallway, looking at the GOC propaganda posters calling out to fight for humanity, he's skeptical about it. He walks past the anomalous containment area and into the High Command offices. He stands in front of the general office, he knocks on it and when he hears permission to enter, the door slides open.

''Of course, I'll inform them. Thank you.'' General was finishing her conversation through the phone and turned to the Sergeant who just walked in. She wore a black cap with golden pentacle and black formals. Rest of uniform accessories were laying on the shelf.

''Ah, Merryweather. Good to see you.''

''Good morning, ma'am. I've come to ask about the whole "furry case" thing. What am I supposed to do about it? Go walk around without point and hope for something to happen?''

''Of course, not. You'll be sent to a furry convent taking place in London in a couple of days, the exact location will be sent on your email. To not grab false suspicious, you'll be provided a camouflage and GOC issued concealed firearm.'' Olivia answered, giving a smirk.

''And what type of camouflage do you mean?''

''A fursuit. Black demon kemono with some parts in bloody red colors, as well as orange eyes. The fursona is a military member so wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a "prop" weapon shouldn't be a issue.''

''So, I'm supposed to become one of them to solve the case? Great, just fucking great.''

''You're not gonna be one of them. Sergeant, you're being given full leading permissions of the General-Response Corps squad consisting of 4 fursuit wearers. Your task is to find out who or what caused this.''

''Seems alright, thank you and have a good day.''

''You too, Sergeant.''