[co-written by GorgingGeorge

It was a typical day in the city, Duke was on route to catch some crooks, Tread was challenging anybody and anything that moved to race, and Harl was doing what he did best, helping.

"Oh, you need me to move this jewel set into your vault?" Harl asked, carrying the set of gems collection.

"Yes, if you don't mind, since the museum is done with their exhibit on them, so I need them back in the vault. It's not like there's some plot importance to the gems being in the sun."

"Okay. Anything to help!" Harl said with a smile as he made his way to the vault. What he didn't know is that they in fact did need to be out for a plot based importance.

"They sure are pretty looking, it would be a shame to lock them all away down here. I'll attach some security cameras on the inside so everyone can continue to see them from the surveillance office!" Harl thought, getting to work setting up said cameras on the ceiling of the vault. "That ought to do it, and it'll also keep any robbers out. Oh! I'm almost late to be early helping the fire department with their new mobile fire hydrants."

Locking the vault, he rushed out of the museum and was on his way. "And I wonder if they heard it's going to be a blue moon tonight, the entire city will be gathering under the arch to see it happen. And this time there won't be any danger of a giant stone door on a collision course with the dynamite factory."

Once Harl got the mobile hydrants finished he noticed he was alone in the station. "Huh? That's odd, wouldn't have thought they'd leave without telling me. Or they did and I was so wrapped up in helping I didn't hear. I'll meet them under the arch with everyone else." He thought as he stepped outside.

But something odd happened as he was in the light of the blue moon, as he was walking he felt something poke his back. Looking over his shoulder, he didn't notice anything off, but then a loud rip was heard. Once Harl looked around again, he noticed he had large dove wings.
"Ah! Okay, uh, I need to think calmly about this... Hmm... As much as these are an inconvenience to my personal life, these wings might help me go to places faster. This'll make it so much easier to help people!" Harl thought out loud to himself before fluttering his new wings a bit. "Though I didn't know I could do this- Wait, are others affected by the moonlight?"

He got his answer when his boyfriend and former master criminal Tippy was having troubles of his own. His arms had been replaced with tentacles, causing him to get stuck to the knob he was wriggling. "This is undignified for a respected doorman such as myself! How am I supposed to do my job when I'm suctioned to the door I'm trying to open!" He snorted to himself. "Ugh, does anyone have some butter?"

"Looks like they are, but this never happened every other time we had a blue moon. It must have been that new snow cone maker Mr Perduchi installed at his fruit stand, I can't think of anything else it might be." The winged handyman remarked, landing next to poor Tippy. "I've gotcha, I always keep some grease in my toolbox in case of situations like these."

"You've got animalistic features as well? At least I won't be the only one everyone will be running from around here."

"I mean, I only got the wings of a bird. This is quite the odd situation..." Harl said, his wings fluttered as he thought of what could possibly have done this.
"Hey, this may sound crazy but, I think you're an angel." The doorman responded. "As much as I love you flirting with me, Tippy, I need to think of what-"

"No, I meant literally. You may be from a lineage of angels, similar to the eight heavenly virtues." Tippy explained. "Before you ask, they recently added hope as a virtue so that's why it isn't seven. However, that's besides the point. You must be an angel of diligence since you're always helping people."

"Whoa! I never suspected this to happen. Could there be more angels in the city then?" Harl asked, interested in this new found lore of his existence.

"Yes, but there are demons as well. This must all be connected to the creation of Paradoors, since I had to pay the price of my soul to try and bring it to everyone..."

Holding his boyfriend's tentacles, Harl gave him a peck on the cheek. "Don't despair Tippy, human or demon you're still you. That huge rock door you brought from Mars is still in police custody, I'll just explain this to Duke and he'll give it to us, then we'll get to the bottom of this mystery!"

"I.. Umm, thank you Harl. I have no words to express my gratitude. But what if there's no way for us to become human again? What if we become fugitives fleeing angry mobs who deem us as monsters? I've seen what they did to that architect."

"Well we won't know until we get to the police station, everyone else is probably still gathered at the Fendrich and Sinclair arch to see the blue moon rising. So I'm positive there won't be any chaos going on in the streets." Harl assured his boyfriend, picking him up and lifting off. "Doesn't the night sky look even prettier up close? Once I'm human I should build turbo charged hang gliders."

"It is rather beautiful, of course not as beautiful as you."

Once the two got to the police station they noticed that the lights were on. "Oh, maybe somebody's in to keep watch, in case something happens." Harl noted to himself. "I believe that it's Duke, since he always volunteers to stay on duty during events." The demonic doorman replied. "Whoa, how do you know-"

"As Doorman of this city, I know everything that happens." He added before being carried inside. Upon a first glance view, the station seemed rather empty. "That's not normal, the station would be locked if it was empty."

"Perhaps he was rushing to chase some criminal and forgot, Though he isn't one to forget to do things related to his job."
Just as Harl was going to respond, a noise was heard in the break room. "Duke might be hurt! We better go in and check on him!"

The angel jumped, rushing to where the noise was. However the door inside appeared to be blocked off by some sort of soft wall, making a squealing noise the more Harl pressed against it. "Duke? You okay? Did you fall over?"

No response was given, but the strange barricade did flee from the door. "If you've become an angel or demon too it's okay, the same thing happened to Tippy and me earlier." He softly called, turning the lights on in the break room.

A soft pig tail could be seen hiding under a table covered in empty doughnut boxes, snorting the closer the pair approached. "Lt Detain, it appears this phenomenon has been causing the city to reveal their otherworldly heritages. And it seems yours is quite portly."

"But why am I-" Duke started before accidentally oinking. "...Why am I like this?"

"Well, it's not the moon, since this didn't happen three years ago at the last blue moon... So maybe it-" Tippy started before a familiar car crashed through the wall. Once the engine was turned off, resident race star and mechanic, Tread Octane jumped out, now taking on a demonic form. He was still human looking aside from the large bat wings protruding from his back, but his skin looked rougher and grayer and his hair had a tint of purple to it.
"Tread? What are you doing here? Do you need any help?" Harl asked, focused on the wall that Tread literally crashed through. "I'm here to challenge you to a race, duh! Everyone else is too cowardly to face me." Tread responded.

"Well I should have guessed Tread would be a pride demon."

"That's what everyone calls me! Except they say speed demon, and they kept telling me I'm a literal demon whenever I passed by. I'm such a winner everyone ran from my presence!"

Obviously it wasn't the reason they ran, but Tread wasn't exactly the most aware person in the city. In fact he had the reputation of being quite a himbo. "No one told me Halloween's coming early this year, I knew I should have picked out some Jack o lanterns!"

"Umm Tread? These aren't costumes, Tippy, Duke and now you have each become one of the eight sins."

"I know I'm so fast it should be a sin! You got any Vaseline? My hands are really calloused tonight from winning all the time."

Taking a deep sigh, the doorman pointed Tread to a mirror. "Notice anything out of the ordinary?"

The third demon looked at himself for a bit, not really paying attention since he's so unaware. "Not really, other than I look as hot as ever!" He stated doing a fuck boy lip bite. "Hold on, maybe if you take off your sunglasses- Wait, why are you even wearing sunglasses at night?"

"Because they look cool! But it sure makes it harder to see, so I guess I'll take them off." And which he did.

"Uuuuummmmm... I guess I've gotten a little grayer... But nothing out of the ordinary." Tread declared, making everyone facepalm.

"You literally have horns." Tippy grunted, touching them before his elongated tentacles got swatted away by a very flustered racer.

"Hey, don't touch me there! Hey, those are horns? I just thought that was added hair!"

"Anyway we have to figure out how to turn back to normal people."

"Hold on... You know that exhibit at the museum? The triannual gem collection exhibit. The weird part is it usually lasts two weeks, but this time, it was only one week, just before the blue moon."

"Are you suggesting that those gems are connected to this instead of paridoors?"

"Exactly! Since the exhibit is always put under a large glass ceiling, I'm guessing the blue moon light is what causes this to not happen. And I'm also guessing this change will be permanent if we don't get those gems back under the moonlight." Harl realized as he checked the wall clock. "We have four and a half hours until the sun rises."

"So unless we wanna stay like this until the next blue moon we gotta rush!"

Just the word got the pride demon squeezing everyone in his hot rod. "I'll get us there in half that time! What's half of half an hour? Aw whatever, I always wanted to challenge time itself to a race!" He exclaimed, stepping hard on the gas.
They didn't get far as the city was in panic, not because of more demons and angels being revealed but due to Tread's usual reckless driving knocking over more trash cans. "Ah! Better hope Shirley isn't a wrath demon or else we're going to be in serious trouble." Duke squeaked, trying to hide his horns under a police hat.

"I'll help her clean up in the morning, now we've got to focus on becoming human again before something really bad happens." Harl replied, seeing the sanitation worker throw her broom their way. "Like if the sun now gives us a weird allergic reaction in these forms or the longer we stay like this the less human we'll look."

They were halfway to the museum when Tread's car was fresh out of fuel, not only that but it was now a much tighter squeeze than before.

Harl looked in the rearview window and saw he was forming more eyes on his face. "Oh boy, this isn't good. If there isn't gas, I'll go fly there by myself. Besides, I'm the only one here who knows the code to the vault, well besides the owner of the museum." He stated.

"Ah! You're turning into biblically accurate. That means if you don't make it in time you could lose your limbs and be two interlocked floating rings covered in eyes."

"Oh right! Uh, okay so who has hands? Um... Okay so I'm losing my arms, you just have tentacles and Duke's got hooves, so that only leaves Tread-"

"You called?" Tread turned his head around, interrupting from the mention of his own name. "We need to get to the museum-"

"Well are we racing?"

"I, uh... Yes... We are having a race to see who can fly to the museum first. You can fly with your wings right?" Harl said, trying to convince Tread to go along with it. "Course I can! I'm Tread Octane and I'm gonna win this race!" The race star shouted as he got out of the car.

The pair flew off, the demon determined to make it first. His wings flapped so fast it was like a blur, the museum was in sight as was the rising sun. "Did the sun join this race? Ha! I'll beat it too!" Tread bragged, flying so fast he broke down the door.

"Okay we made it.. Now to get to that vault, I've set up security cameras everywhere so everyone could keep seeing the gemstones while they were still locked away, as well as deter any robbers from trying to get in."

"You mean like that cowboy guy who made me his getaway driver?"

"Ye-" But before Harl could finish his sentence, he quickly rushed to the vault to find it covered in orange soda and another angel attempting to pick up the jewelry with his vanishing arms. "Snake? You're an angel too? I didn't expect you to be one considering you're a wanted criminal."

"I was surprised myself, sprouted wings like I was a moth out of my cocoon." The outlaw smirked, fluttering his new moth wings. "Now outta my way, I'll make big bucks off of this baby~"

"If those gems aren't hit by the light of the blue moon, we'll be stuck like this and mutate further! Have you seen a biblical angel before? It's horrifying!"

"Tsk, and? It's not like anyway I care about is 'ffected by this." Snake grunted, trying to nudge the jewels with his whole body.

"Well, your boyfriend is-"

"Hold it, I don't have a boyfriend."

"You don't? But I thought Duke was-"

"Duke's affected by this? Is he a pig? That'd be ironic." Snake continued.
"Yeah, now please, if you care about him, and yourself, since you're turning into a virtue, you should give me the jewels for me to show them to the light of the moon before it's gone for three years." Harl demanded. Snake sighed a little.

"... Alright, fine, but not because of Duke, mainly 'cause I don't think I can just push things around for three damn years with only my body." Snake said, blushing a tiny bit. "Alright Tread, come one we have to get to the middle of the museum, right under the glass ceiling."

"I'll get it there in seconds flat!" Tread exclaimed, rushing the box to the skylight. Opening it up, the gemstones gleamed under the blue moon, a soft blue light enveloping the transformed citizens. "Well this was some night I won't forget, hey. Didn't you say the museum owning guy wanted this locked away a week early?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't have guessed it blends angels and demons in with the crowd, if that's what you're implying."

"I just thought he didn't want them melting from the sun always shining down on the gems. Must have burnt his fingers too many times handling them whenever it's time to lock them away again. Hey you think your boyfriends would be here by now, what's keeping them!"

"If recklessness was a ninth sin you'd definitely be it. Anyone moves at a snail's pace compared to you, that lawman wasn't seen as a pig by anyone was he?"

"Aha! So he is your boyfriend!"

"What- he's not! Just because we're on opposing sides doesn't mean I want someone with a stake through his heart."

"Hmm... that may be true... But, Tippy said you two were a couple, and he knows a lot!" Harl said.

"First off, why do ya care? Second, what would someone like him know about my relations with that particular lawman?" Snake asked.

Just before Harl could say anything, a particular lawman somersaulted into the room. He was normal, save for the potbelly he gained from eating twelve boxes of doughnuts.

"Huh, seems like you're still a pig." Snake teased, making Duke blush from embarrassment.

"Duke! Glad to see your back to normal. Anyway, are you and Snake Rattler together?" Harl asked.

"Wh-what?! Um.. that's a bit of an obvious and outlandish question. I mean Snake is a criminal and I'm a cop, it wouldn't make sense." The chubby cop squeaked.

The two blushed the longer they remained near each other, not wanting to admit their feelings for each other. "Well I can see what's going on here, now how about we have a little date of our own, I have reservations at the fanciest restaurant in the city." Tippy chuckled, pulling Harl in for a kiss.

"Oh I would like that a lot, I've got the day off today just to be with the doorman of my dreams. Let's get going."

"No one third wheels better than Tread Octane!" Tread challenged, rushing so fast he knocked the entrance down. The pair were left alone in the empty museum, the rising sun shining off of Duke's sunglasses.

"Well.. It seems you've had quite a night. I know cops are pigs but I didn't think you were too."

"Well I didn't count on being from a line of gluttony demons, I'd always have drinks on hand and doughnuts kept me awake during night shifts."

"That doesn't seem too bad, I don't see-"

"Well, I kinda, aha, binge eat sometimes." Duke was confused.

"Oh, I get it now.... I was an angel of some sort. Ain't got a clue why, but I had moth wings. I clearly ain't holy so I don't see why I'd be a moth angel...."

"If you don't steal for yourself, you could count as the angel of charity. And maybe it's because, like a moth, you work at night most of the time, though you are at the day, and some people think you're a pest, but you're actually cool-" Duke started before blushing deeply knowing what he said. "I- Hold on, you think I'm cool?"

"I... Um...". Duke stammered before looking away shyly. "Y'know, you can still like me even though I'm a criminal. If we just look past that-"

"I cant..." Duke interrupted.

"Why not? You think I'm cool but can't look past my dirty deeds?" Snake said getting a bit defensive. "It's not like that. I just... I don't know who I am?"

"Geez do ya got amnesia 'gain? You're... Duke DeTain."

"No, I meant like a normal person... every time I'm not a cop, I just awkwardly stand around waiting to be able to be a cop again, I just... I'm not even normal..." Duke admitted with a sigh.

"Hey cut that out, you are normal, you're brained textured differently." Snake explained.

"I always feel out of place at parties and any other events, that's why I didn't go to the blue moon sighting. One time I was at a Christmas party and I made myself look like an idiot in front of the mayor.."

"Anti social hm? And you're really fixated on cop work, as well as sweets going right to your waistline." Snake purred, giving Duke's love handles a pinch. "You're as soft and round as your plushie."

The bloated cop was too flustered to respond, but did give him a hug. "Thanks Snake.. I guess we are a couple after all. Even if we're on opposing sides, I'll have to keep it secret from the rest of the station. Bennett would have a heart attack if he found out I was in love with a criminal."

Smirking, Snake gave his belly a squeeze, watching him burp loudly. "I'll be our little secret, cutie~"