"Hmm." I hum, rummaging through the cabinets.
I pull out a bag of rainbow Goldfish. I shrug.
"This works." I mumble.
I walk over to the garage and push the door open.
"Puffles! Are you hungry?" I say in a sweet voice.
The dog lays in the makeshift bed Ethan made for it, facing the wall. I guess its still sleeping.
I take a handful of Goldfish and put them in my mouth, then take another and put them on the ground.
All I see is a flash of fur jump out at me. I jump back quickly, only to find the dog has fastened its teeth around my arm.
"Hey!" I yell at it, trying to shake my arm free.
The dog snarls and holds on, trying to rip my arm off basically.
I try to use my eyes on it, while yelling "Get off, you rat!".
I realize something though. The dog's eyes were red to begin with.
The garage door opens, and I instinctively move my arm with a dog hanging off of it behind my back.
"Good morning, Puffle Pooch. You feeling a little less dead?" Someone says.
I sigh with relief as I see it's Ethan, but he screams when he sees the dog.
"Somethings not right." I mumble through the mouthful of Goldfish. I finally break the dog free.
I run to the door and Ethan slams it behind us, leaving the growling dog to itself.
"Ouch." Ethan says with a grimace, looking at the bloody teeth marks on my arm.
Before I can even say anything, it heals.
He grins at me.
"And thats why you're the one to get it in here." He says, holding up a box.
I sigh and roll my eyes and his hands fly to his face, covering his eyes.
"Don't even think about it." He says.
I look at him, kind of offended.
"I wasn't going to." I mumble angrily. "It's not like I can anyway.
I go back into the wretched garage to stuff a wretched rat into a box.
Was it fun?
Well, actually yeah, maybe a little.
*****
**BENNYS POV**
"Take your zombie rat." Hayley snaps and shoves the box into my arms.
I stumble back a little from
the force."Easy Bitey." I say, grinning. "Not all of us have super vampire strength."
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