Hey! I'm glad you guys are liking this, I guess uh.. I guess I'll try to make this chapter longer. Also I apologize if it seems jumbled or confusing, it's that way because I have all these ideas and they all come out at once in an unorganized mess of sentences. Anyway! Let's not waste time and beginnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ~CitrusFlareon
~New P.O.V~ [Take a wild guess]
"C'mon Chefy! Let's go! Let's go play!" I giggled and ran out the door leading into the backyard with Chef trotting at my heels. I immediately ran to the back of the yard and fell to the ground allowing her to jump all over me and lick my face happily. I let out small giggles and rolled over only to catch a glimpse of something in the doghouse forcing me to stand up.
"H-hello?" I called to it, a little uncertain as to what it was or what it would do to me. Do I even want it to answer?
The figure shifted around and I saw a fluffy brown dog tail emerge from the dog house. So it's a lost doggie? Awwh! Cheffy can have a friend! I perked up, no longer scared of it I ran over to the house and kneeled down.
"It's okay little buddy! I'm not gunna hurt you." I reached out to the tail and touched it a little only to feel it move away and a boys head to pop up with pointed brown dog ears. He's wearing tattered and dirty white clothing, the type that would be a uniform of sorts and he has a wound on his shoulder covered in dried blood along with numerous other scratches on his bare skin. He looked lost and scared, hopeless even, so I reached out again but he only moved farther into the rather large doghouse.
"D.. don't touch me! You're only going to send me back! I know what you humans do to hybrids like me! Leave me alone!" He shouted at me and I heard a low growl coming from him and he bared his sharp K-9 like teeth at me.
What's a hybrid?
What place?
Who hurt him?
Why does he look so wreaked and cutup?
So many questions whirled around in my head and I want to know the answers to them all. Maybe I can help him. Take him in even if he lets me. "I'm not going to hurt you it's okay. I have never hurt a living creature in my entire life." I paused and looked back at Chef who's chasing a butterfly around the garden. "I wouldn't dream of it." I say as I look back over to him. He seemed to calm down a little bit seeing that he stopped growling and baring his teeth.
"B..but humans. They hurt me. They used me for experiments and even their entertainment. And. And you'll do it too, I know you will." He looked down and pulled his legs to his chest and wrapping his tail around his legs.
"No. No I wont." I smiled and reached out my hand hoping he would trust me. He only stared at it confused. "Take my hand so I can clean you up?" I asked and he seemed to hesitate but he stared to move only to ignore my hand but crawl out of his hiding place and stretch out his limbs while standing up.
"So, what's your name?" I say slowly not to sure of what to say. His face turned to confusion.
"They called me Immortal. I can't remember my real name..." He said and looked down twisting the torn hem of his shirt. "What's yours?" He asked silently.
"Mines Eddie! But my friends call me Sly." I said and he replied by nodding. "Alright Immortal. Come with me." I giggled a little and he smiled a small uncertain smile and followed me inside with Chef following right after. Immortal looked around with his mouth hung open when he saw my little house. I guess it was pretty bad where he was. "You can go sit on the couch while I go get something to clean you up a bit." I say and he nods still looking around and eventually setting his sights on the TV. I walk out of the living room and quickly scoop up a pair of my cloths that I think would fit him and a first aid kit to get him all cleaned up.
When I arrive back into the living room I see Immortal standing in front of my TV, ears folded back and tail strait down, glaring at the remote then back at the TV. I lean against the doorframe and listen to him.
"Alright you piece of shit... work." He mumbled and mashed a few buttons on the bottom of the remote obviously missing the power button. He growled and looked to the TV. "I bet you think this is funny huh? Don't you, you fucker!" He shouted while pointing at it. He kept mashing buttons and looking around the flat screen for buttons there to no avail. He groaned "I didn't want to have to do this but you're an asshole!" He raised the remote into the air and brought it back down to his face and began gnawing at the corners of it.
I chuckled "Can't figure it out?" and stood up strait again. He turned around to look at me and removed the remote from his mouth and hid it behind his back.
"Oh uh..." He stopped and smiled like a guilty child only to make me smile.
"Top right." I said plopping onto the couch and patted the spot next to me. Immortal sat down next to me and pulled the remote from his back. "Which ones right?" He asked and I took the remote from his hand pressing the power button. He looked to me as if I just preformed so sort of magic. "How did you do that?!" He asked in awe. "Top right." I replied again giggling and he looked down to the first aid kit and back at me confused.
"It's medicine, to keep you from getting an infection." I said pointing to his shoulder and he touched it seeming to not have known it was there.
"Oh." He said and pulled up his sleeve for me. I quickly dressed his wounds and handed him the cloths pointing to the bathroom telling him to change and shower which he quickly obliged.
