Another AN! Sorry the chapter was so short but the last one didn't need much.
Mark's POV
Ireland? Of all the god damn places, Ireland? I could end up anywhere, it's not that small! I could hear the slow rumbling of the van as it took me to the airport. I had already tried to open the lock but these paws were useless. Helpless, I whimpered, listening to the workers' chatter in the front. Suddenly, the van chucked me to the back of my tiny cage. Silent, I listened as the van halted. A cacophony of noise seemed to appear as the doors ground open.
My box was moved hastily to the side and I yelped in pain. Nobody seemed to hear me. I was thrown to the roof of my cage again as I felt my box being picked up. The bustle of the airport shocked me, my ears used to the dim murmurs of music from the front of the van. Everyone was oblivious anyway, so I kept quiet. I felt my box carried onto a cart and dropped on top of others. Unable to move in the cramped cage, I whined, hoping someone would hear me. However, my cries were quickly muffled by another box, a heavy box, dumped on top of me.
Time skip brought to you by Tiny Box Tim!
Still Mark's POV, btw
The whole plane journey I had been slipping in and out of consciousness. I'd never been a fan of planes and I wasn't gonna start now. I was still disorientated from being a dog obviously. The whole plane was constantly rumbling and shaking, flipping my stomach over and over. If I'd known this was how dogs felt when they were in cages, I would have never put them in one! Other boxes were constantly slamming into mine, shoving me into the walls. Wincing in pain, I checked for bruises. I had forgotten I had a thick, black coat of fur. Instead, I surveyed my body. I had a sleek black coat and I seemed to be a husky. Only my paws and my chest were white. Chuckling to myself, I realised I looked like I was wearing a tuxedo. As the plane rumbled, it knocked me back into unconsciousness.
Time skip brought to you by my laziness!
Jack's POV (I know, finally!)
"Thanks guys! Sorry you had to get all this stuff!" I said gratefully. There was A LOT of fan mail here. Picking one at random, I grabbed it and brought it inside. Sighing, I looked at the boxes. There was about ten of them, all huge. Trying to psych myself up for all this exercise, I grabbed one.
Mark's POV (I'm sorry!)
Oh god. Was that...Jack? I couldn't believe my ears. I'm not sure if it was good...or bad to be honest. Quiet for once, I heard a sigh and felt my box grabbed. "Oof! Whatever this is, it's heavy!" I heard Jack yell, his usual exuberant self. A bit annoyed with him for calling me 'heavy', I barked. "What the fuck?!" Suddenly, I saw slashes of light as my box was opened, my eyes taking in flashes of silver. A familiar face peered inside and I heard him whisper, (for once) lost for words,"Shit..."
"Ummm...I don't know how to say this," he said, obviously confused,"but...there's a dog in the package you sent me." "Not a mistake? Obviously there was as I didn't order a great big dog!" I was hurt a little by the conversation, but I guess I would be confused too in this situation. "Wait! I didn't want this!" He turned around, his eyes showing his defeat. "Ugh..."
Jack's POV (This one'll be longer, I swear!)
Now the dog just looked at me expectantly, its eyes following me around the room as I paced. Mentally exhausted, I collapsed on a chair. The dog let out a strangled bark as if it was trying to tell me something. "Oh right," I muttered, letting the dog out of its cage. It just looked around, seemingly fine with this new place. "Hey!" The dog just set off around my house.
It seemed to know its way around and by the time I had caught up to it, it was sat on my recording chair next to my computer. Suddenly, its stomach growled. "Oh." I said that, putting aside it sat on my chair and wandered off to find some food for the dog. I guess it must've been hungry as it was all the way (to fucking victory town I'm sorry I'll leave now) from LA. I dished out some meat into a bowl and went to look for the dog. Searching everywhere, I couldn't find it. "Doggy..." I called.
Sorry another AN. I hope you enjoy this. Nobody has told me anything in comments so I dunno. Knowing I made it, it's probably rubbish. But, I'll keep uploading anyway! Ummmmm.....I guess.....bye? Ugh.
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FanfictionWhen he's recording Mark clicks on a game mode called 'Live the Dog'.... What could go wrong? Contains no smut but contains cussing!