The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

6

The rest of the day was spent like most my afternoons went: boring, training Samaya, eating and cuddling Jack if he isn't out working.

Well today was a little different. We had a massive box of christmas decorations dropped of at our door, and Jack told me I was doing them. I huffed and heaved like a little child on the couch, kicking my feet in a tiny tantrum and finally he sighed and said just to do some. I agreed. I did quick decorations that only require to be place somewhere without much effort, then I hopped back on the couch and cuddled up. Samaya on top of my legs, already standing 40 cm tall. Her puppiness still remains, but she's getting old. Her coat is also twice as thick now, being like a massive stuffed animal, except only better. She forcefully moved her way around me and then placed herself right in front of me to cuddle.

Samaya let out a loud growl, and I jumped awake. I passed out, and I passed out hard. It's already dark out. I checked my phone, it's 5:43. Everyone said they were going to be out until 7, but they can't be back already, because I can hear what Samaya heard. Her growl was going to voice out into a bark but I slapped my hand over her short snouted face and instantly she calmed. She was already well trained to understand most of things I told her, and she's quickly starting to be a good fighter. I quietly got up and sneaked across the living room, I listened right outside the door and heard lowered voices talking. My name came up, and so did Jacks.

"Don't go inside! She has a dog, a rather large one at that." I tried to peer out of the window through the thin curtain, but all that I could see was a dark silhouette against a even darker background.

"We have to go though, the lights are only out for a while, and her friends might come back soon."

I watched them slowly turn their backs to head back to the street. I suddenly rushed through the back while grabbing my coat and uggs on the way. I slipped everything on and sneaked out the back door, with Samaya following right behind. With light steps we came around the house and saw the two men heading down the left side of the street, which would eventually lead off into a smaller sized off-road path. I had never gone down there, but I know a lot of people do. I hurried into the shadows quietly, in hopes they wouldn't notice me, and they didn't. I didn't shorten the distance to less than ten meters away. They weren't hesitant to where to go, but I wasn't at all like them and quickly lost them.

I walked blindly down the path, with Samaya's fur clutched in my fingers, she was quiet and didn't dare to make a noise as she was as curious as I was. I walked in with the path, which at first seemed alright, but as time
passed, I almost felt insane at how far this was. I questioned my sense of direction that maybe I was going in circles, but Samaya hadn't seemed as bothered as I was. Eventually a light started to shine through the branches. It was faint in the distance but bright for something so small. I grew a relief knowing I was finally getting somewhere. The path lead to a building, in the middle of trees and looked almost deserted, but it wasn't. It was far from it. In front of me stood a tall brick wall with a metal bin place in front of it, with a blazing fire inside. I approached the bin and warned my freezing fingers as I slowly started to lose feeling in them.

Out of no where, whining of a dog came from me behind me. Samaya wasn't the one crying as she was still tight to my ankle, not even daring to leave me side. I looked behind me and there stood a large bear like dog, crying with a limp. I observed it closely, and there sat a heavy metal chain around its ankle.

"Samaya, sharp." I whispered in her ear.

With some basic training in the last few months for emergency reasons I learned to teach her some oddly powerful tricks. The word sharp she knew was a weapon. She instantly took off sniffing around for something to get me. I hurried over to the beast sized dog and comforted it. I placed my hand on its thick mane and instantly it started to shake. For a dog so big you'd never expected it to be so weak and petrified.