Criss-Cross's eyes snapped open. He didn't recognize the place. He felt a tension from the shadows. He snapped up, and reached for his daggers. …They were gone. "The F***!?!" Then something pounced. He reached up with his bare hands and started to wrestle with it, both trying to kill the other.
Jamie very calmly gets up, and scruffy both Smile.Dog and CC. "In the middle of my camp? No. Take it outside or screw off." She don't play with that.
Smile.Dog backed off into the shadows. It was still hungry but it wasn't going to fight two against one. It circled the camp looking for anything to eat. It saw some food scraps near the edge of the forest and dug in. They were mostly potato peels and the lot but anything was better than starving.
Criss-Cross turned to Jamie. He snarled at her, but turned and ran back towards the forest, black blood running down his mask from his temple. He grabbed his daggers as he did. He smelled rabbit behind a bush and pounced on it. The screams ripped from the rabbit's throat, and were suddenly silenced, bright red liquid splattered across a tree's brown bark. CC lifted his mask just enough to allow him to rip into the rabbit's soft belly with sharp bloodstained fangs. The guts spilled out, steaming in the chilly evening air.
Smile.Dog heard screams. They weren't creepypasta or human screams. Smile.Dog knew that that Jamie character wouldn't let it attack people. Smile.Dog ran toward the sound and watched CC eat a rabbit. Smile.Dog waited patiently. His leftovers would be much better than those peels.
CC. was finishing his meal when he felt eyes on him. He turned and saw two glowing red eyes. [It's that weird dog again. He must be hungry and waiting for my scraps] he thought. He then turned and dove for another creature. Scuffling broke out. He snapped the thing's neck and dragged it over to the dog. It was a deer. CC then turned and sprinted away. He didn't look back.
(Totally didn't get in trouble during the weekend…I'm back!)
Isabella laughs, noone could kill her when Puppeter was near. She knew he was close.
Smile.Dog stepped carefully out from behind a bush. It didn't know if CC was coming back and it didn't want to find out what he'd do if he discovered it'd stolen his supper. Smile.Dog dug in and ate as much as it could as fast as it could. Then he took off into the woods excitedly after a rustle in the bushes from another direction. Smile.Dog was always quite a bit nicer after it'd eaten. He eventually made his way following the sound back to the edge of the camp where Isabella stood. Smile.Dog felt something wasn't right and approached her cautiously. Smile.Dog had seen her around these woods before and she seemed harmless enough. He hesitantly licked Isabella's hand.
Isbella smiles, at Smile.Dog. She knew the dog and she kneels in front of him. "Hey Smile…."
Smile.Dog nuzzles her happily. It's rare that he ever has a good interaction with a human as much too often they become lunch meat to his starving muzzle.
Isabella smiles, laughing. "I remember you…"
(anyone online?)
Smile.Dog licked Isabella more. He wondered what it was like for dogs who had owners who could have someone who enjoyed their company all the time and not just the cold wind in the forest and the occasional creepypasta who was benevolent enough to like him and pet him.
Isabella giggles, giggling. "Do you have anywhere to go Smile?"
Smile.Dog looked up at Isabella… not really he thought. He supposed he could go look for somewhere - a hole in the ground maybe - to spend the night… but he much preferred this instead.
Isabella smiles slightly. "You want to come with me? I have a place you could stay…" She whispers. She knew he could kill her, but she didn't mind.
Smile.Dog's ears perked up. Isabella's the kindest person I've ever met! thought Smile.Dog as he got up to follow her.
Isabella smiles, walking to her house, which was just at the edge of the forest. She then opens the door. "'Mon Smile…"
Smile.Dog stepped carefully into the house - hoping it's paws were clean.
Isabella smiled. "You can stay here for as long as you like…you can explore if you want. If you need me, I'll be in the dance studio…" She points to a room to the right, walking into it.
Smile.Dog gave the house a quick look around and then he went and peered into the dance studio. He'd never heard of one before and he wondered what it was.
Isabella was in a ballet skirt, with a matching tank top, and ballet shoes, twirling around, and dancing, not seeing Smile
Smile.Dog watched her for a few minutes before leaving to go lay on the rug.
She was on her toes, trying to prefect a turn, when she stumbles, and she starts dancing again, but now jerkily. She knew that Puppeter was near, but she couldn't move or speak.
Smile.Dog was awoken from his nap on the rug by the sound of a door opening and then slamming shut. Smile's eyes snapped open and he surveyed the house. He didn't see anyone but he sensed a presence and went to check on Isabella.
Isabella was forced to do turn after turn, then jump across the room, finally seeing the golden strings attached to her limbs. Her face seemed a strained happy, and there were drops of sweat appearing on her forhead.
Puppeter smiles, laughing. "Thank you for dancing for me, my dear. Now. Keep going." He was controlling her, and thought she didn't mind being forced to dance.
Smile.Dog watched. He'd seen Isabella smile before and she didn't look happy. He knew puppeteer - he'd seen him do terrible things. Smile.Dog's hackles stood on end and he let out a low growl although quickly shut up - hoping the puppeteer wouldn't notice and that Isabella didn't mind dancing that much. He wanted to help her but his strength was no match for the puppeteer - he knew that.
Puppeter lets her go, laughing. "Now my dear…I'll let you take a small break…"
Isabella falls to the ground, sweating and weak, holding her stomach. "Stop…please…." She spots Smile.
(Yello???)
(sorry. Had computer problems.)
Criss-Cross had followed the Puppeteer's girlfriend and that strange dog as they went to a large, old, and abandoned-looking house. He watched them as they went inside, the girl talking to the dog. He scrambled up a tree and watched them through the windows. [I wonder if the Puppeteer will show up? Then I can rip his throat out! He can't control me. That's what scares him… heh heh heh…] Then he saw the Puppeteer. It was as if he had materialized out of thin air. CC kept watching as the girl, who had been dancing quite beautifully, started danced jerkily. Like she was a puppet… Her smile was now forced. Criss-Cross heard the Puppeteer chuckle. CC rose to his feet on the thick oak branch. “Now my dear…I’ll let you take a small break…” The Puppeteer said, laughing as the girl collapsed. As soon as CC heard the girl crying and begging, he sprung, crashing through one of the filthy windows. He easily straightened up, drawing his daggers. He turned his mask to the girl. “Boyfriend huh?”