The Change

Live the Dog

A quick AN! This is my first story so don't kill me! Here's a cookie now get on with it!

Mark's POV

"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier!" I boomed, projecting my voice towards the camera. "As you can see, today we are playing a new game called 'Dogs'. Not very descriptive but I guess you're a dog...?" My voice trailed off, unsure of myself. "Ummm....okay I guess I should click 'Live the Dog'. Grip your mouse and hold down your arrow keys?" Fast to comply, I held the controls tightly, concentrating. "Is it working?" Suddenly, a volt of electricity shot up my arms and down my spine. Screaming, I felt my eyes closing as my limbs became heavy beside me. Darkness.

"Uhhhhh," I murmured, trying to remember what happened. Glued tightly shut, my eyes gave nothing away, not even how long I had been unconscious. Struggling to get up, I moved my paws forward. WAIT....PAWS?! Shocked, I found I could move a new muscle, one I don't remember having. Blinking my eyes open, I looked backwards to see a sleek body coated in black fur and at the end of it, a tail. Wagging it cautiously, I watched as if under a spell. I succeeded in getting up but as I managed a few faltering steps, my flimsy legs giving way beneath me. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, this must be a dream." All that came out was a strangled bark. Definitely not a dream, the pain is very real, I thought bitterly, standing myself back up.

Like running into a wall (trust me, I've tried it), a thought came to me. My camera. It was still running. I attempted to jump but ended up falling on my face. I wouldn't have been able to publish it anyway, so my hopes were crushed anyway. Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I knew I had to find a person to help. Cautiously walking outside, I looked around and saw a van with people loading boxes into it. Without any hesitation, I bounded up to them.

Worker's POV (A new one!)

Looking around for any more boxes, I went to shut the van's doors. I was stopped in my tracks by a dog, stood inside the van. "Okay little guy, I'm just gonna look for your cage thing," I murmured. The dog seemed confused, backing away from me. I saw it. Inside a box, there was a crate about that dog's size. Grabbing him from the corner, I shoved him into it. I looked at him one more time before I taped the box up. Shoving some airholes in it, I shouted back to the driver. "Okay, loaded up! Let's get this on the plane!" "To Ireland!" I heard him yell back joyfully.