The first thing he thought when he first arrived at his new career was that he must’ve accidentally swallowed magic mushrooms for breakfast or something. Otherwise, he had no idea how he was face-to-face with a dragon right now.

When Quinn Simmons first decided to sell his life to this random zoo in San Francisco, he was expecting a lot of animal crap to clean up and loss of sleep from having to feed unsufferably loud parrots for the foreseeable future. Yet when he first pulled into that parking lot, he already knew something was up. Hardly any cars were there, not to say the place wasn’t popular, it was.

In the place of your typical Toyota or Nissan were surprisingly elegant carriages made up of all colors of the pastel rainbow, elaborately decorated with gold accents, silver accents, basically anything that told the world, “I’m rich as hell, and probably obsessed with Sanrio too.”

Then when Quinn went up to the front gate, it was this enormous drawbridge, he didn’t even realize there was a large moat surrounding the entire place. It was hard to see to the bottom, the entire place was foggy, but he could’ve sworn he saw the Loch Ness Monster before he passed the threshold.

Then some winged guy accidentally bumped into him and he fell all the way into the dragon enclosure. And from the look on that creature’s face, this wasn’t going to be a How To Train Your Dragon scenario.

“Well shit—“

REST IN PEACE

QUINN SIMMONS

2000 - 2024 lol