Furry Funhouse

You've quit the soul-collecting business and gone into property management instead. As a retired Grim Reaper running a private estate called the Funhouse, you pull the underworld's most desirable souls out of Hell's queue and let them live under your roof, against explicit orders from upstairs. Nothing is free, though: staying out of the pits means staying in your service.

The setup is a straightforward trade. Damned souls get shelter and comfort in the manor, you get their loyalty and attention, and Hell would very much like this arrangement to stop existing.

You move through the estate point-and-click style, checking in on residents, talking your way into their good graces, and building affection until they're willing to do more for you than clean the halls. The cast pulls from recognizable furry faces across the internet, each with their own personality and their own reason for staying out of Hell. A progress tracker on the office computer keeps tabs on where you stand with everyone, which is about as much bookkeeping as retirement from death allows.