“Yeah, the dog freak is right in here, Crimson.” The 45 year old scientist responded.
Crimson gave a slight smile as he followed the old scientist. He almost exploded with excitement. He was about to get back together with the dog he gave his arm up for. He looked up, then fell to the ground, violently throwing up.
It was a gruesome sight, he could admit that, but Crimson was confused, he couldn’t move.
This wasn’t like his dog, Jack.
Crimsons mind was filled with questions, so many questions that it began to give him a horrible headache.
He finally gathered to look up, but noticed the old scientist was dragged up in the gory sight. Crimson was too caught up in his own questions to notice that the old scientist screamed bloody-murder.
Crimson finally crooked out, “Jack, s-sit.”
The dog lowly growled, approaching Crimson in a crouched position. Crimson whimpered, backing up slowly.
“What did they d-do to you.” He managed to choke out through soft sobs. He put his hand out, only for the dog to take ahold of Crimsons hand and violently swing him around like a squeaky chew toy.
Crimson let out a small scream, still choking out small sobs. He looked up at the dogs bloody muzzle, then looked back down.
Through his heavy breathing, he managed to say, “c-come here.”
The dog slowly approached Crimson in a threatening way. Crimson gritted his teeth and wiped the blood from his scratch under his left eye. Crimson then lifted his hand up to Jack’s cheek, waiting for his next move in the fogged up empty room.
Crimson gave a slight smile as he followed the old scientist. He almost exploded with excitement. He was about to get back together with the dog he gave his arm up for. He looked up, then fell to the ground, violently throwing up.
It was a gruesome sight, he could admit that, but Crimson was confused, he couldn’t move.
This wasn’t like his dog, Jack.
Crimsons mind was filled with questions, so many questions that it began to give him a horrible headache.
He finally gathered to look up, but noticed the old scientist was dragged up in the gory sight. Crimson was too caught up in his own questions to notice that the old scientist screamed bloody-murder.
Crimson finally crooked out, “Jack, s-sit.”
The dog lowly growled, approaching Crimson in a crouched position. Crimson whimpered, backing up slowly.
“What did they d-do to you.” He managed to choke out through soft sobs. He put his hand out, only for the dog to take ahold of Crimsons hand and violently swing him around like a squeaky chew toy.
Crimson let out a small scream, still choking out small sobs. He looked up at the dogs bloody muzzle, then looked back down.
Through his heavy breathing, he managed to say, “c-come here.”
The dog slowly approached Crimson in a threatening way. Crimson gritted his teeth and wiped the blood from his scratch under his left eye. Crimson then lifted his hand up to Jack’s cheek, waiting for his next move in the fogged up empty room.
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