The Duties of a Nun

Fatima hummed softly as she stood in front of her mirror, straightening out her dress and putting on her nun’s veil when she heard a squeaky bark from beside her, looking down she saw her new Ribbow, Robin, staring up at her.
“Good morning Robin! I’m afraid you can’t come with me today.” She says, bending down to pet the Imp’s head.
“No pets allowed in the chapel, you guys get in the way.”
Robin frowned and made a sad bark as she nuzzled Fatima’s cheek, making her giggle.
“I know, I know. But I’m sure Frank doesn’t mind keeping you company. Actually, I’m probably not gonna be home for a few days. So, I asked Hutch to come by and imp sit you guys. So, make sure you be extra good for me, okay?” She says, placing the Ribbow down after patting her head, glancing out the window.
“I have to get going, be good you two!” She called, making sure she had everything she needed before leaving and heading down the candlelit streets towards the church.

Entering the church, Fatima made her way towards one of the backrooms after greeting the other nuns and priests who had arrived, tail flicking softly behind her as she hummed a song to herself, stopping in front of a pin board that was hanging up.
“Let’s see, what do I have to do today?” She wondered, gently pulling a paper off the board and reading it over.
“Good morning Fatima, did you just arrive?” Mercy asked, stepping beside her.
“Oh! Good morning Mercy. Yes I did. I’m not late, am I?” She asked, laughing nervously.
“Nah. You’re right on time. You missed breakfast though.”
“Oh that’s fine. I ate breakfast earlier.”
“Ah alright. Well, see you later! I’ve got paperwork to do and numbers to crunch. Remember, if you need anything I’ll be in my office. Don’t let Oleander pester you too much alright?” She says, gently nudging her shoulder.
Fatima chuckled softly and nodded.
“Yes, of course. See you later, Mercy.” She says, waving before dropping her eyes back onto the paper then looking around for a clock, “No class today but I do have to usher in people soon, then I have to organize the aphrodisiacs… wait, maybe I should do that first.” Fatima tilted her head from side to side with a hum before making her way towards another room.

Peeking around a door, “Father Oleander?”
Oleander’s ears slightly twitched, turning his head in the direction of the voice.
“Oh, good morning Fatima. Is there something you need?”
“Yes actually, are we giving out the candies as soon as the patrons walk in or as they’re leaving?”
“I believe it’s as they’re entering.”
“Alright. I’ll be sure to grab the ones that aren’t laced then!” She waves goodbye to him then makes her way towards the storage room.
Entering the room, Fatima turned the lights on and placed a stopper at the foot of the door, before moving towards the shelves and grabbing a few tin cans then heading towards the front of the chapel, setting the cans on top of the trays by the door.
She then made her way towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling a jug with water to place under the podium where she grabbed the Words of Sinful Indulgence and placed the book on top.
Once the podium was set up, she made her way towards one of the backrooms and grabbed the censer along with a stick of incense, placing it inside then lighting it before placing the top on then heading out the door, making her way through the chapel.

Later in the morning, the patrons of the church began to enter and Fatima was right there to greet them and give out candy with the other usher across from her; as the choir played until the Sermon began.
By the time lunch was starting, Fatima had made her way towards the kitchen to help cook; serving whoever came to the window.
Once the evening rolled around, Fatima was making her way through the chapel with a large cart, knocking on room doors to gather their laundry while someone else followed behind her to go inside and thoroughly clean the rooms.
“Cleaning day always makes me happy that I decided to have a room here. It’s so tiring afterwards.”
“Tell me about it. It’s also kind of therapeutic too when you think about it. You can kind of just zone out and clean.” A succubun that was following her added.
“It’s even better because you get a reward for a job well-done!” Another succubun exclaimed.
“Right? Quince makes the best snacks.”
“Do you think she gets tired of baking for us?”
“I hope not. I’m sure she gets paid well. Anyway, see you guys later.”
Fatima and the other nun waved goodbye then continued on to finish their chores.

Fatima sighed as she fell backwards onto her bed after washing up and getting ready for bed, staring up at the ceiling, before rolling onto her side and grabbing her nearby Oleander plushie; holding it close as she began to drift off to sleep.