User blog:JustAlex93/Queen of the Neighborhood

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Queen of the Neighborhood

By JustAlex93

(Author's Note: This is inspired by a guest review of "Monsters on Earth" at Fanfiction.net, giving the author, MojaveMarshal, a suggestion for a one-shot in which a Pharaoh comes to an impoverished neighborhood and turns things around for the better. The people worship her but the politicians don't like it at all and want her arrested.)

'''WARNING: Contains some serious stuff! Viewer discretion is advised!!!'''

Starting POV: Old Troy

For a long time, things in this once-beautiful neighborhood of Pinewood Terrace have been very hard. The place was run down with garbage everywhere, and nobody doing anything to fix it up. The reason why nobody's even trying to fix it up is because of these horrible street gangs that have been going around, scrapping with each other for turf, meaning that people are likely to get caught in the crossfire and potentially get killed. Plus, they like to bully anybody that crosses their path, and worst of all, offer illegal street drugs like crack and crystal meth to young children. Horrors! Because these gangs are such mean and nasty people, all the honest folks, including myself, felt like prisoners in our own homes.

D'oh, shucks, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Troy O'Daniel, but most people call me Old Troy because of my age. I lived in Pinewood for a very long time, even after my beloved wife passed away some years back from an awful heart attack.

Anywho, there happens to be a police substation in our neighborhood, but even they have a hard time keeping order, because those gosh-darn street gangs put up a really nasty fight, especially with guns obtained off the black market. Plus, for some ridiculous reason, every time they tried calling for backup from the main precinct in town, they were always denied. That bit frustrates all us honest folks and the officers assigned to the substation, just who the Hell runs that precinct anyways!?

We also contacted our local politicians about the situation of our neighborhood, but whatever they promised in regards to turning things around is nothing more than an empty sham! They don't seem to truly care about us little folks, and even the cops at the substation lost faith in the politicians!

Then, oh yes sirree bob, there's this overly extravagant megachurch in the town that we live in. The members of the congregation there are nothing more than a bunch of hypocrites! They speak of praying to God to make our situation better, while they live a well-off sort of a lifestyle, no doubt from using the money donated to the church to enrich themselves instead of giving to the poor!

Little did we all know, is that things ARE gonna change for the better in our humble community, but in what may be the most unexpected way, too!

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I made myself some cheesy scrambled eggs for breakfast with a nice hot cup of coffee. After breakfast, I went to my living room, and turned on the TV, and changed the channel to the news channel. Lately, there have been these odd and disturbing news reports of "monster girls" showing up in our world, coming in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Some are friendly, but others, not so much, unfortunately. So far, not one monster girl has shown up in our neighborhood yet, but that's about to change.

Anyways, right after I finished watching the news report, I went to my bedroom, and opened my gun cabinet to look over whatever I have in there. I have a few pistols, one of them exposed hammer shotguns, a couple of rifles, and quite a bit of ammunition. You can never be too careful, but there is a chance that one of the gangs might get the idea of stealing my gun stuff. Thankfully, I use a number-pad lock for my gun cabinet, and I always wipe the number-pad clean, so that anybody dusting it off won't have much luck in finding the combination if they try to use a dusting kit.

After checking up on my gun stuff, I was about to lock up my gun cabinet, when I heard someone knocking on my front door.

I cautiously took one of my pistols, a Kel-Tec PMR-30 that I got as a Christmas gift from a relative living in another town, and went up to the front door as I called out cautiously, "Who is it?"

At that moment, a feminine voice replied in a formal manner, not unlike a ruler, "It is I, the Pharaoh Rehema. May I and my associates come into your abode?"

There was something about this so-called pharaoh's voice that compelled me to allow her and her "associates" into my home.

I answered while warning, "Of course, but please do get inside quickly, your excellency, you might attract some unwanted attention."

"Very well," replied Rehema's voice as I then opened the door, even while confused at why I called her "her excellency".

Walking inside are these three lovely ladies, all dressed in what appear to be clothing plumb straight out of ancient Egypt. Two of the women have animal features. One of them is a black-haired woman having the ears, paws, and tail of a jackal, carrying a staff with weighing scales on it. She carried herself in a professional manner.

The second has short brown hair, and has the paws, ears, and tail of a feline, and she carried herself in a casual manner with a rather mischievous smirk.

The third woman, who I assumed to be Pharaoh Rehema, certainly had the look of royalty to her, and has some bandages like a mummy, and among the three she is the most attractive-looking. She also had this blue-eyed red cobra with her, and it gave me a wary if not dirty look.

It became obvious to me that these three are monster girls of some kind, even as I escorted them to my living room.

"Forgive me if it's not much for you lovely ladies," I said to them as they each took a seat, with the cat and jackal on the couch and Rehema on the armchair, "But this isn't exactly a place where rich and wealthy people live."

"Speaking of which, sir," she addresses me in that regal tone of hers, asking me, "Can you tell us exactly what had happened to this neighborhood, and how it had come to be so downtrodden and run down like what we had seen before coming into your house?"

"Yeah," the cat asked with a casual tone, "What the heck happened to this place, old timer?"

I raised my eyebrow at that cat for calling me an "old timer", though it's true because I'm an elderly dude.

Nonetheless, I began to explain the situation of Pinewood Terrace to my guests.

POV Change: Anubis

It had all started back within our kingdom in the desert back in our own world, when some human subordinates had reported that a strange anomaly had appeared out in the desert near the kingdom. And so, her excellency, Pharaoh Rehema, alongside the Sphinx Nour, and myself, the Anubis Rashida, decided that we would see this world for ourselves. In addition to make sure things run smoothly as intended in our absence, we entrusted our queen's husband to run the kingdom in her place. Thankfully, her majesty's husband knew a thing or two about running a nation.

Anyways, the moment that we had entered the anomaly,

(This is a work in progress, don't expect for me to finish this in one sitting!)