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When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes
a You Can't Spell Hatred Without Red Hats #HandsOff2025 fiction short
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short, featuring Snollygoster
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes
“Be careful, lads,” BoomFuzzy said. “This is Snollygoster’s city.”
BoomFuzzy tugged his heavy coat tighter around himself, his gold-plated teeth flashing in the neon haze of the frozen ruins. He sniffed the air, ears twitching.
“I hate dealing with Snollygoster,” Quaraun muttered.
GhoulSpawn adjusted his green velvet coat, his hooves crunching over ice and debris.
“Snollygoster? Who the hell is Snollygoster?”
BoomFuzzy shot him a sharp look.
“Self-proclaimed God King o’ the zombies, that’s who.”
“The zombies have a king?”
“Aye.”
“But… wait… I thought zombies were just mindless corpses. Can zombies think?”
“Aye. Think, talk, form governments. Stage take overs.”
“I… uhm…I didn’t think zombies were… uhm — -”
“You do, know I’m a zombie, Lad?” BoomFuzzy said.
GhoulSpawn stopped walking and stared at BoomFuzzy.
“Are you?”
“Aye. Did ya forget I be a Lich?”
“No. I just, never thought of a Lich as a zombie.”
“Well it is. A Lich be a type of zombie. There are many types of zombies. The kind yar thinking of are the Shambling Dead. Cannae think. Just stumble around moaning. But then ya got things like Egyptian mummies. Still zombies, but their brains didn’t go to rot, so they think same as they did when alive. Then ya gots vampires. Also zombies, but better preserved bodies. Prettier. Stronger. More intelligent. And all sorts of inbetweens. At the top ya got us Liches we were brought back to life before any rigor mortis had time to set in. We are practically unchanged from how we were in life. Snollygoster is a Lich.”
“And so he’s dangerous?”
“Aye. Back before the comet strike, he was some kinda government leader — power-hungry bastard, him and his whole lot. Lied, cheated, robbed folks blind, same as any politician, but he was deemed worst then most. Then a few hundred years after him and his group were long dead and gone, the world went to hell, an’ guess what? Zombie plague. He came back. Him and his whole damn party, now a horde of undead, roamin’ the planet, scooping up more zombie minions. It’s a whole group of zombie politicians, world leaders, dictators, centuries and centuries of the worst Human leaders of all history, all all banded together, all UnDead, and none of them seem to even be aware they died hundreds, some of them thousands of years ago.”
GhoulSpawn shuddered.
“Dude… zombie politicians? That’s, like, next-level nightmare fuel.”
“Aye.”
“Wait… so, like EVERYBODY on the planet who has EVER lived is a zombie now, right? Like Napoleon and Hitler and Ceaser are roaming around somewhere too?”
“Aye.”
“Wow. I never thought of that. What about Jesus?”
“Aye. He’s kind of a hippy. We met him once. Strange dude.”
“So you’re saying zombie Jesus is around somewhere?”
“Aye.”
Quaraun barely acknowledged them, his long, prehensile hair writhing as he scanned the ruins.
“And you are certain this is Snollygoster’s domain?”
BoomFuzzy grunted.
“Aye. The Snollygoster Maggot Horde — they set up their headquarters here. Ain’t no one comes into this place an’ leaves in one piece. If we got a distress call from inside…”
He trailed off, frowning.
“Could be a trap." GhoulSpawn finished the thought.
BoomFuzzy nodded grimly.
“Aye. That be what I’m afraid of.”
Quaraun sighed, adjusting his grip on his cane.
“Then we proceed with caution.”
GhoulSpawn gulped, glancing around the ice-covered streets.
“Man, I got a bad feeling about this.”
The neon glow of the frozen city flickered, casting jagged reflections over the ice-slicked streets.
Quaraun’s long, bejewelled robes billowed around him as he picked his way through the snowdrifts that had swallowed the lower levels of the ruins. His twelve-foot-long, jellyfish-tentacle hair shimmered with an unnatural bioluminescence, trailing behind him like ghostly ribbons. He moved cautiously, his gloved fingers curled tightly around his Rainbow Wand.
BoomFuzzy trailed beside him, his squat, stocky form swathed in thick layers of patchworked leather and fur. His steampunk goggles reflected the fractured light, and he gnawed idly on a piece of candied ginger.
GhoulSpawn, towering behind them, shivered despite his woolly golden fleece, his cloven hooves crunching softly in the snow.
They had been summoned to investigate.
The city — what was left of it — was dying. Not from the cold, but from something worse.
People had begun disappearing.
Entire districts went dark overnight, their residents erased. The government, what little of it remained, insisted nothing was wrong.
That the people had merely moved on.
That the buildings had collapsed naturally.
That the evidence of mass graves was a misinterpretation.
Quaraun did not believe in coincidences.
And so, they walked the empty streets of the outer ruins, where the air stank of rot despite the subzero temperature. Something was wrong. Something beyond the usual decay.
“Look at that,” GhoulSpawn said pointing to an old sport’s bar. “The TVs are on in there.”
The old sports bar was a frozen relic of the past, its shattered windows crusted with ice, its neon beer signs flickering weakly.
Inside, dust and frost blanketed the overturned tables. The scent of old decay lingered, but the power still hummed faintly through the walls.
Rows of ancient televisions lined the bar, their screens filled with static — until one by one, they flickered to life.
A grotesque, rotting face appeared on every screen. A zombie in a tattered suit, its bright orange hair stiff with frost, bellowed into a microphone.
“It’s Snollygoster,” BoomFuzzy said.
“It’s all FAKE NEWS!” Snollygoster’s voice screeched through the speakers. “There are NO mass graves in our city! Lies! The living are spreading LIES! People love me. And you know what, I have been very successful. Everybody loves me. And that is why, this living are jealous. That is why they spread fake news.”
The undead audience on the screens howled and cheered, their skeletal hands clapping in eerie unison, their rotted red, maggot infested baseball caps bobbing like a wave.
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn stood in silence, watching.
“Oh god!” GhoulSpawn said. “I remember him.”
“Do you? Was he from yer time?”
“Yeah, but he wasn’t a leader. He was a casino owner. Real estate agent. He was fighting with President Carter over building a tower. Government wouldn’t let him build it.”
“We’re in it.”
“Are we?”
“Aye. Tower collapsed some two thousand years ago, this city was built on top of it. Tower’s beneath us somewhere.”
“Wait, are we in New York?”
“Don’t know the names of yar 20th century places, Ghouly. Two thousand years was a long time ago.”
“Who are the people who follow him?”
“They call themselves The Maggots.”
“Maggots? Why Maggots?”
BoomFuzzy shrugged.
“Don’t know. Don’t think anyone knows. Not even them. They’re one hell of gang though. Something around eighty million red hat wearing zombies follow him.”
“It is why,” Quaraun added. “We avoid The Green Goddess City. Largest concentration of zombies anywhere on the entire planet.”
“So, we are in America?”
“America died two thousand years ago, Glinta. Long before the apocalypse happened.”
“America was like, so nice. Well, if you don’t count the draft. Dude! How did this happen?”
“Humans,” Quaraun said, his voice dripping with disgust. “Wars. Greed. Lust. Clear cut forests. Blew up mountains. Strip mined everything they did not plow under. Bred like cockroaches. Planet was on its way to burning up, which it would have done, had a comet not hit the Moon and ushered in the ice age, killing off most every Human on the planet. Rough estimate, there are around twenty one billion zombies, seven million living male Humans, ten thousand living male non-Humans, mostly Faeries, and fewer then one thousand living females of any type.”
“Where do you fall into that?”
Quaraun glared at him.
“I am the last pure blooded Elf.”
“Yeah, but you’re…uhm… you’re — “
“Going to hit you if you continue that sentence.”
BoomFuzzy leaned over and whispered to GhoulSpawn: “PMS. He’s very bitchy right now.”
“Oh. Yeah. Right. Uhm. So, Americans are zombies?”
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy answered. “Heavily contributed to why we Scotts were able to take over the world. Shetland Isles, was isolated. Zombie plague never hit us.”
“Oh that’s right,” GhoulSpawn said. “You’re a Shetland Pony in your true form. You know I never made that connection before. I always wondered how the King of Scotland became the King of the Planet. Yeah. It makes sense if you never got hit by the zombie plague, you guys still had an army… uhm… of horses. You’re entire army is shapeshifting horses aren’t they?”
“I am a Phooka, that is to say a Black Unicorn. Me army is other Phookas, and Kelpies, and Nuckelavees and Eachuisges. But we are all wee lil Shetland ponies in our true forms.”
“So the world is ruled by … uhm… horses? Now?”
“Aye. And we will never let the Humans have control of this planet again.”
The speech continued, Snollygoster raving about how the living could not be trusted, how they manipulated facts, how they tried to slander his great undead nation.
“They don’t want us to be great. Do you see any mass graves out there? I don’t see them. Do you you? Do you? How about you? There are NO mass graves in our city!”
GhoulSpawn nudged BoomFuzzy.
“Dude… is he talking about those mass graves we passed outside the city?”
BoomFuzzy scowled.
“Aye. He is.”
Quaraun turned from the screens, his expression cold.
“We are leaving.”
But the moment they stepped toward the door, the televisions crackled again.
Snollygoster’s head jerked suddenly, his decayed face snapping toward the camera as if he could see them.
“And I warn you… the living who enter our city… do not leave.”
BoomFuzzy sniffed the air.
“This ain’t right, JellyElf.”
“I know,” Quaraun murmured. He prodded a crumbling wall with the tip of his cane, watching as it rippled unnaturally. His long ears twitched. “Illusions. The government is hiding something.”
Quaraun knelt and scraped away at the ice, revealing something underneath — something dark, something metallic. He wiped the frost from a steel plate, revealing the faded red, white, and blue insignia of the old world’s government. His pupils shrank.
“Bunker,” BoomFuzzy breathed. “They ain’t just covering up a few disappearances. They’re covering up themselves.”
BoomFuzzy’s eyes narrowed.
Quaraun knelt, pressing a delicate hand to the metal. His prehensile hair lashed violently.
“Not living. Not quite.”
BoomFuzzy growled, yanking out his Laser Wand.
“Aye, that be what I was afraid of.”
The metal shuddered under Quaraun’s touch. A hum vibrated through the ice, and then — click.
The icy ruins fell into unnatural silence as Quaraun knelt before the steel door embedded in the frozen ground. His delicate fingers traced its rusted surface, his long ears twitching. He closed his eyes, listening.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn watched uneasily.
“Well?” BoomFuzzy finally asked.
Quaraun’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Snollygoster. He is speaking. The speech is being recorded down there.”
GhoulSpawn took a wary step back.
“Dude… the whole zombie horde is down there, isn’t it?”
BoomFuzzy’s hand hovered over his Laser Wand.
“Aye. An’ I don’t like it.”
Before they could react, a shadow slithered from the ruins behind them.
A tall, gaunt figure emerged from the darkness. His skin was corpse-pale, his eyes like black voids. A slow, eerie grin spread across his face, revealing razor-sharp fangs.
“Vampire!” Quaraun bolted upright. “Run.”
They ran.
The vampire did not chase them, not at first. He merely watched, his silent presence a promise of something worse.
When they finally stopped to catch their breath, GhoulSpawn wheezed,
“What the hell was that?!”
“Vampire.” BoomFuzzy didn’t look back. “Snollygoster’s second-in-command.”
GhoulSpawn groaned.
“Of course he has a second-in-command.”
A chilling laugh echoed through the ruins.
The vampire was behind them again.
They ran faster.
The ice beneath them cracked.
The ground beneath them gave way.
They awoke in darkness.
Quaraun lay sprawled over BoomFuzzy, his limbs tangled in the Phooka’s heavy coat. GhoulSpawn groaned nearby, hooves scraping against cold steel.
Dim red emergency lights flickered overhead. They were inside the bunker.
The bunker was still operational.
Quaraun’s ears twitched.
The silence was too heavy, the air too still. Something moved in the shadows — something that did not breathe, but still watched.
BoomFuzzy pulled himself up, swearing under his breath.
“Where the hell are we?”
“A cover-up,” Quaraun whispered, brushing dust from his robes. “A government too stubborn to admit its failure.”
GhoulSpawn stumbled toward a terminal, his hands skimming over the rusted keyboard. Screens crackled to life, revealing grainy security footage. Rows of pods. Bodies suspended in cryo-fluid. Thousands of them.
“He was right! There are no mass graves.” Quaraun’s breath hitched. “They were never erasing people.”
BoomFuzzy peered at the screens, his expression dark.
“They was collectin’ ’em. Bringing ’em here.”
“Why?” GhoulSpawn asked.
“Liches,” Quaraun said as he stared at the pods. “He is building a Lich army. They need the bodies to be only minutes from death to come back as a Lich. They are preserving the living, alive, in pods, to turn them into Liches. That is why they want me here. I am the only necromancer whom has ever successfully created a Lich. They want me to resurrect these pod beings.”
GhoulSpawn yanked a data drive from the console.
“Dude, we need to get out of here.”
The overhead lights buzzed — and turned blue.
Warning alarms screeched.
Metal groaned.
Doors locked.
And from the darkened halls of the bunker, the sleepers woke up.
They had not aged. Had not decayed. But their eyes — their eyes were hollow.
BoomFuzzy raised his Laser Wand.
“I told ye, I don’t like zombies!”
Quaraun’s Rainbow Wand flickered through colours as the undead surged forward.
“This is not necromancy,” he said grimly. “This is something else.”
GhoulSpawn threw the data drive into his pocket and scrambled toward an air vent.
“Less talking, more running, man!”
The three bolted, their footsteps echoing through the metal corridors. Behind them, the sleepers screamed, their voices a broken symphony of rage and hunger.
Quaraun turned at the last moment, his Wand flaring white. The entire corridor was bathed in searing light. The undead shrieked, blinded by the brilliance.
BoomFuzzy shoved him forward.
“No time for yer dramatics, Cupcake! Move!”
They tumbled into the icy night, the bunker’s alarms still wailing behind them.
As the steel doors slammed shut, the government’s secret remained sealed.
For now.The End?
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More tales of Snollygoster:
Snollygoster: A Shrewd, Unprincipled Politician
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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