Author's Note: So, I've decided to rewrite this story before continuing it, but it will be continued eventually. I've been lazy and trying to make progress on other stories, so things will be slow. But to those who enjoy this story so far, it will be continued. I'm sorry for the wait, I'll make up for it once I get my stories in order.

This is officially the first rewritten chapter of this story.

Now, on with the story.

It was over. It shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't have been. It was supposed to be this unending battle for survival against undead creatures and other such monsters. Then it had become a fight for survival against an unimaginably powerful supernatural being. The four zombie slayers, the Primus crew, had been fighting against their enemies for longer than they can even remember. They had forgotten how the world was before, when there weren't any zombies, any monsters, or malevolent beings. The old world they once knew seemed like a mere dream to them, a fantasy world that didn't exist.

This perfect world was now restored to its original glory. A beautiful place unlike anything they had seen, despite all the unusual places they had gone to during their travels. The beauty was something that made even the battle hardened and war-torn Primus crew stare in awe at everything around them. But what they really felt was this... relief. It was truly over. This war they had been fighting had seemingly come to an end after countless years.

"I can't believe it." Dempsey said, almost as if he actually didn't believe what he was seeing. "We did it. It's over."

"It is." Richtofen said as he looked around, the look in his eyes saying that he felt otherwise. "But why do I feel that it is not?"

Dempsey would've made a remark about that, had he not been feeling the same. Judging by their surroundings, the war was over, but it didn't feel that way. He felt relieved, but it wasn't the level of relief he'd think he'd feel about managing to defeat a powerful supernatural being that intended to corrupt the universe.

"If we feel it is not over after this victory, could that mean that we haven't won yet?" Nikolai asked to no one in particular as he pondered this himself.

"We had to of won." Richtofen said as he turned to face the others, but they could tell that he didn't feel that way. Then his expression changed as he seemed to realized something. "Unless, by some chance, we might've missed something."

"What could have been missed? We followed the steps accordingly, yes?" Takeo asked, though he didn't sound sure either.

"You all followed the steps perfectly."

The group looked and saw a figure standing by the cliff in front of them, overlooking the perfect world. Whoever this figure was, it was wearing a black hooded cloak that hid any other features from them. But they could tell that this... being, was tall. Perhaps eight feet tall at least, if not taller. And the sound of its voice was male, but it also sounded demonic and had a eerie echo that the four zombie slayers had to admit made them almost uncomfortable.

"Who are you?" Richtofen demanded softly, cautious just like the others. He didn't know what was happening, this certainly wasn't something he could have anticipated. And now he was afraid, afraid for himself and his friends, the closest thing he ever had to a family. "What are you?"

The figure simply chuckled in an unsettlingly way. "Who am I? Do you four really not recognize me?" He chuckled once more. "I suppose that is fair, given that you four are not familiar with this true form of mine."

He turned to face them, and the group's eyes widened when they saw his face. What they were looking at was some sort of anthropomorphic hellhound, definitely unlike anything they had ever encountered. His fur was mostly black with some dark purple streaks here and there, and he didn't seem to have any eyes. Underneath his cloak, he seemed to be wearing what looked like some kind of armor, definitely supernatural. And on the front of his cloak was a symbol the group had also never seen before.

"You know me as both the Shadow Man and Dr. Monty." The Hellhound stated. "But my true name is Nyarlathotep. I'm known as "The Deceiver" to some, but they're long gone. And besides, it's not that hard to deceive, not when they are but fools. I'm sure Richtofen has told you what he's seen from that supernatural book he's read."

Richtofen's eyes widened. "The Kronorium."

"Yes." The Hellhound, or Nyarlathotep, said in a satisfied tone. "That book, as I'm sure you know, contains information regarding the universes of the Call of Duty Multiverse, its timelines and dimensions, some of the beings with in it, especially the beings I personally created and sent after you four."

"Now, hold on there." Dempsey spoke up. "If you're so powerful, then what's with the trick?"

"Dempsey's right." Takeo agreed. "Why waste your time when you could've just killed us?"

"Who said I wanted any of you dead?" Nyarlathotep questioned, giving them a grin that revealed his massive, unnaturally sharp canine teeth that could outmatch even the sharpest and strongest of blades. "Perhaps that's how it might've seemed, but let me ask you this: Would any of the things I've sent have honestly killed you? In fact, have any of you four noticed how you don't seem to change? You've literally fought against my undead army for decades, yet you aren't any older. You hardly ever sleep, ever drink, ever eat, or defecate or urinate. Hell, you probably didn't notice how you all only seem to breathe out of habit. Or how none of you have become ill, despite all the detrimental contaminants that any mortal human would've succumb to."

"Immortality." Richtofen whispered, his eyes going wide as he realized that it actually made sense. "You're saying we're immortals?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Nyarlathotep confirmed before turning around and walking back to the edge of the cliff to overlook the perfect world once more.

"Unbelievable." Nikolai whispered to himself, sounding both shocked and amazed by this.

"Damn. But we ate and slept from time to time." Dempsey pointed out, not sure what to think about any of this. How could they have missed something so obvious, though?

"Well, have any of you ever actually kept track of the time?" Nyarlathotep asked. "This universe is something I created, something I had been manipulating this whole time. A simulation, if you will, that is also real at the same time. Except being its ruler, I can alter its laws, be it time, space, reality. In most of the places you four have ventured to, it was endless night. When it wasn't, it was endless day. I suppose that would've made it much harder to keep track of time, but then again," Nyarlathotep looked over his shoulder. "Why bother with how long its been when you all are so focused on completing your mission?"

The four zombie slayers exchanged looks, none of them knowing what to even think about this new information that they were struggling to process. They would've thought that after everything they've seen, they would've been prepared for anything. Perhaps it was because they had expected to die one day, but perhaps that day would never come.

"Here's what I really don't understand." Nikolai spoke up after some silence as he looked over at the Hellhound. "What was the point of all this, if you had no intention or desire to kill us?"

"What was the point?" Nyarlathotep asked, seeming to be pondering this as well. "Perhaps there was never any point to this. Maybe it was a test, but I found some entertainment from watching you four prevail. Could I have simply been toying with you all? Possibly, but you four do mean something to me, which, I suppose, is why I only made things harder as you four got stronger. I couldn't let you face this chaotic world until I believed you to be ready, and you've done better than I originally expected."

"Now what?" Takeo asked. "If the game is done, then what happens to us now?"

"Now? Honestly? I suppose I might as well give you four what you have desired all these years. An end to the fighting, an end to the chaos. Besides," Nyarlathotep turned to face them. "I can't have any of you interfering with any of my plans. And I would love to see how everything turns out when I give you four your own paradise. It'll be a much easier life for you once I remake this universe."

While the four zombie slayers were surprised and almost happy that they would find a paradise, they didn't miss that one part that the Hellhound said.

"What do you mean, interfere with your plans?" Richtofen asked suspiciously. "What exactly are you intending to do?"

"It is nothing you need to concern yourselves with. Just enjoy the paradise I am giving you. While you are immortal, it may not last as long as you all. And don't worry about how you appear, or how unusual your paradise may seem. Or how strange your physiology will be."

"Physiology? What are you talking about?" Richtofen asked, growing more wary of whatever was to come.

"Well, if you want to know now, I'm turning you all into dogs. Though Nikolai will be a wolf." Nyarlathotep said.

"Wait, what?" Dempsey asked.

"Goodbye."

Richtofen gasped as he shot up and quickly scanned his surroundings, then relaxed when he saw that he was in no danger. But he wasn't alone, as Dempsey was sitting right next to him. Both of them were alert, but when they looked at each other, their eyes widened in shock.

"Dempsey?"

"Eddie?"

"Why are you a German Shepherd?"

"Why are you a Doberman?"

The two looked at themselves, staring incredulously at their canine bodies. Richtofen was, in fact, a Doberman, fairly muscular and lean, as well well-groomed. Dempsey, on the other hand, was a German Shepherd. He was also well-built, possibly more so than Richtofen, but his fur was somewhat messy in a few spots and he looked more rugged. Honestly, the looks suited them both.

But the two were still speechless as they struggled to comprehend what was happening to them. Somehow, out of all their experiences, this was actually the strangest thing that has ever happened to them. Eventually, the silence was broken by Dempsey.

"He turned us into dogs." Dempsey said. "He turned us into dogs! Fucking dogs!"

Richtofen sighed. "This is not even the worse thing that's happened to us. Compared to everything else, it might just be the best. That's not even including the things that happened to some of our counterparts."

Dempsey gave him a strange look. "Do I even want to know?"

Richtofen shook his head. "Not at all."

"Right." Dempsey said slowly. "What are we supposed to do now?"

"Maybe get some sleep for once?" Richtofen suggested he let himself fall onto his side before sinking into the amazingly soft mattress. Then his eyes snapped open when he realized that he was in a bed... with Dempsey.

"I didn't know you wanted to share a bed, Doc." Dempsey said with a smug smirk. "But if that's what you wanted, then all you had to do was ask."

Richtofen, however, was too exhausted to even bother. "You're an idiot."

Dempsey's smirk only grew. "So you say."

"I mean it, Dempsey. Now shut up so I can go to sleep."

"You want to cuddle with me while you're at it? Maybe use me as a pillow and snuggle into my fur? I think that would be cute."

Richtofen glanced up at the arrogant Shepherd, glaring at him in annoyance as he kept laying on his side. "You want to shut up or should I make you shut up?"

Dempsey laughed, almost ready to just shut up and go to sleep, still finding it amusing that Richtofen would be sleeping with him. However, before he even laid down, he realized something.

"Wait, what about Nikolai and Takeo? How do we know that the Shadow Man or Nyarlathotep didn't send them to God-Knows-Where?" While Dempsey didn't always show it, he did care for his friends and would always be concerned about their well-being.

Richtofen, while he did see his team as family, didn't actually worry this time. He knew each of his friends could handle themselves despite how dangerous a powerful threat can be. Still, he might as well humor the Shepherd.

The Doberman let out a tired sigh, closing his eyes momentarily. "We can check the house. I'm sure that they're around here somewhere."

The two of them looked around the room they were in for a second, and they were surprised to see that they had been laying on perhaps on the largest mattress that they or anyone has ever seen. It was definitely larger than a King size, at least 10 feet in width by 15 feet in length. Why Nyarlathotep would even give them a bed that looked like it could fit a small family in it was beyond them. Not to mention, the bedroom they were in was definitely a master bedroom, and it had a lot of extra space here and there, enough for them to make some additions to it in the future. Of course, there was some stuff already there, such at the 90 inch curved TV that was on the wall across the bedroom from them.

"Jesus, talk about overkill." Dempsey said in surprise as Richtofen only stared incredulously at everything their greatest enemy had apparently given them with this one bedroom alone.

Sure, they had seen televisions and other forms of technology from the future, but with such high quality items? Ones that they were in possession of? This was definitely so much more than anything they could've ever afforded on their own, if they had lived without interdimensional, undead apocalypses.

"I would've been satisfied with a 36 inch with only 720p resolution. Apparently, this one has the best 4k that can be provided in the year 2019." Richtofen said.

Dempsey raised a brow. "How do you know that?"

Richtofen didn't respond. Instead, he merely handed the other a note that he had found on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Dempsey grabbed the note and read it.

Dear Dempsey and Richtofen,

By now, you will have seen just the beginning of what I have provided you with. Overkill, I know. But I thought, "Why not?" So I did it anyway. Now, you two and your friends have it all. You are now living within a beautiful four story house that I have constructed while also customizing this universe to suit you as perfectly as it can. You are now living in what would be New York, one of the forests in the northern part of it, anyway. Here, you will find no interruption of any kind, and it's isolated from the rest of this world. Still, that doesn't necessarily guarantee that no one will hear you two go at it.

The only color on their faces was redness at that point, but Dempsey kept reading as Richtofen did the same.

Enough about what's to come once you two are finished with all this pining nonsense. You two have already won first place for it in my book, and possibly this whole Call of Duty Multiverse. Anyway, you two and your friends will be living large, having everything you've ever desired and more. So far, you're the wealthiest individuals in this world, and none of the laws in any part of the country or other countries will apply to you. Hell, you two can go at it in public and with an audience. Personally, I really don't care what you do or how you live, just enjoy your life here.

Here's a fair warning, though. Overtime, I'm going to collect certain individuals and send them to you. Some you may know, others only Richtofen will recognize from when he overwhelmed himself by perceiving this entire multiverse. I'll make it easy and start with the one person you'll know. Spoiler alert, he made it.

That's it for now, I would say. There's nothing else you need to know that you won't eventually figure out yourselves. And in due time, you'll be thriving here.

Regards,

Nyarlathotep the Deceiver

The two canines looked each other in the eyes for a second before getting off the bed and exiting the room. Outside, they saw a hallway with multiple doors on each side. The two exchanged a look once more before they began checking the rooms. The closest room on the right was a bedroom, smaller than theirs but still large enough to be considered a master bedroom. On the bed was a dark brown Siberian Wolf, so they knew it was definitely Nikolai.

Knowing where their Russian friend was now, they closed the door and checked the closest room on the left. It was also a bedroom, same size as Nikolai's, and in the bed was a Shikoku Ken, so it had to be Takeo.

"Well, now we know where to find them." Richtofen said as he closed the door. "Do you want to go back to bed?"

Dempsey shrugged. "I think I'll check the place out. I want to see what else there is."

Richtofen sighed, but he couldn't say he was surprised. It was Dempsey's typical nature to know everything about where they stayed. Of course, it hadn't bothered Richtofen before because they were constantly fighting zombies and always had to make sure that they were safe wherever they held up.

So he decided to follow him and see what they found within the house. Going down the stairs, they noticed that while the house looked like it was made in the 21st century, it also appeared as though it was from the 1920s for some reason. It simply gave off that type of feeling to them.

Most of the rooms on the upper floors were bedrooms, bathrooms, and empty rooms. But on the first floor, Dempsey and Richtofen were amazed when they saw that there was a large, 21st century modern kitchen, a beautiful dining room with a table meant for at least two dozen people, and then there was the room that really caught their attention. It was a family room, definitely large enough for dozens. It had five large, leather sofas that looked like they had to be some of the most expensive sofas of their time period. And against the wall that all the sofas were facing was a curved TV, only this one had to be 200 inches.

"Son of a bitch. That thing looks like it'd be cool as fuck to watch something on." Dempsey commented as he walked over to the nearest sofa and hopped on. On the rest next to him was the TV remote, so he picked it up and turned on the TV. The moment it turned on, both Dempsey and Richtofen instinctively jumped as soon as they saw a zombie appear on screen. Of course, they quickly realized it was all a part of the movie.

"Huh, "Resident Evil"." Dempsey laid down on his side before looking over at Richtofen. "Wanna share the sofa?"

Richtofen shrugged, letting out a yawn the moment before. "I don't really care at this point. I want to just sleep as much as I can."

"Well, you can watch the movie with me." Dempsey suggested. "That might tire you out."

Richtofen grinned tiredly yet teasingly. "Scared of a few zombies, Dempsey? I expect a little more bravery from you."

Dempsey just rolled his eyes at that. "Come on, Eddie. Just lay down with me and watch the movie, alright? I just want to have someone to watch it with." The German Shepherd grinned. "Besides, you and I both know how much you want to cuddle with me. I know that you want to feel my muscles, my fur, and just everything my body has to offer."

Richtofen rolled his eyes back at him, but that didn't stop him from climbing up onto the sofa and laying down in front of the other dog. As soon as he did, Dempsey wrapped a foreleg around him before pulling him close and laying his head on Richtofen's neck.

"Finally, freedom." He said into the Doberman's ear.

Richtofen let out a sigh. "It's feel so nice, like an actual paradise. I'm afraid that it's all a dream, though."

Dempsey chuckled. "We would never have a dream so good."

"Fair point." Richtofen agreed. Not even in his greatest dreams had he had everything with the only people he ever cared for.

After a few moments of silence, Dempsey eventually spoke up.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Yes, Dempsey?"

"What do you think will become of us? What do you think Nyarlathotep has planned?"

Richtofen knew Dempsey well enough to know that despite keeping it out of his tone, he was worried deep down. And honestly, Richtofen was also worried about that. He had just been trying to push it to the back of his mind to avoid stressing himself out too much.

"I don't know. I don't know if I want to know. I'm just hoping that if anything happens, we'll be ready. But all I can do is hope."

Dempsey licked his cheek, something that didn't even surprise the Doberman. Mostly because of his current emotional state. "We've made it so far, Eddie. If anything does happen, we'll figure it out. We've always figured it out."

The words helped Richtofen to relax and push away the worry he felt as he snuggled into Dempsey's fur.

"This is just a dog thing, right?" The Shepherd asked.

"Let's just go with that."