Good Boy // Badboyhalo

Chapter 2

"Come on down. We have all kinds of dogs. And be careful with your fingers, because the last time I remember someone sticking their finger into a cage, their finger wasn't there the moment they pulled it out." John warned.

"Uh- I- What does that mean!?" I asked.

"I've heard that some of the owners of these guys get their demonic dog killed.. Because accidents have happened." John chuckled.

This guy creeps me out.. I thought.

He opened the door to a hallway, with mostly big crates on the one side. The crates were on the floor.

"Uh, how many dogs do you have that are not hostile?" I hesitantly asked.

"About 5 here." John answered. "Let's take a look at the first ones."

I wasn't a dog person, but I didn't really have a choice.

The dogs were all barking at me and growling. This is why I let my dog disappear, because he was so loud. Always disrupted the neighbors.

"They seem very hostile. I don't like dogs like those." I muttered.

"I'm an all animal person." He said.

"Now, make yourself a tour and look at the others." John looked up and down the hallway.

I walked down the hallway, looking at the dogs until my eyes landed on a certain dark figure.

The crate was about 5 feet tall.

It had a little critter wearing some hoodie sweater that covered everything but it's legs and I'm assuming, the face.

Its back was faced me and it was sitting in the corner, probably staring at the corner of the crate.

I saw it had a red spade on the end of its tail.

And be sure the look at the introduction page of the chapters in order to see the design.

"Is this a dog?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, you're lookin at the one who doesn't even look like a dog. I don't believe it's a real dog, and it's just a weird creature we found." John said, walking up.

"We call him Badboyhalo. Doesn't really live up to his name, but who the hell cares?" John chuckled.

"Why is his back facing us?" I asked.

"He does that a lot. Has more interest in the corner of his crate than seeing people staring at him. Maybe he just avoids eye contact, or wants less attention. We'll never know." John said. "I think he's in a grumpy mood, though."

"Here." He put his hand out and tapped the metal gate that kept the crate closed.

I saw the creature fidget, turning his head.

The moment I saw his face, I nearly aww'd at him out loud.

He had this gray mask that covered most of his face, so only his eyes showed. He had this big eyes that glowed white.

I could see he had white freckles as he put his sweater paws onto the bottom of the crate, getting up.

He started making chirping, squeaky noises as he walked up, getting as close as he could get from inside the crate.

It was hard to resist this level of cuteness. I felt like I was chosen from the demon's stare.

"He might like you. Want me to open the crate?" John asked.

"I- Uhm.. I don't know.. W-What if he attacks me?" I was nervous, with my anxiety making me tense up.

"Don't worry. It was easy to transport him from the army base to here." John said.