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I opened my eyes. My head was spinning.
'What happened?' I thought.
The first thing I noticed was the feeling of the ground. It was hard but cold. I think it was metal. And the walls were metal bars.
Then I noticed the way I was laying. I should be uncomfortable right now. So I thought about the shape of my body.
I noticed my lower body, my legs were out of shape when I moved them and I had a strange weight on my tail bone. And.. and my ears, They're supposed to be on the side of my head, not the top hanging down.
And I thought I had clothes on but I... I had fur?
I tried to speak but there was no sound coming from my throat, just air from my lungs. Not even the vibration of my vocal cords.
'Okay. I'm really starting to freak out right now.' I thought.
Then I heard it, there was echoing coming from out side this room. It was like I was in a surround sound movie theater.
I started to since movement from around me.
A door opened and bright light came in.
"Up." A man said.
I sensed movement.
"Out." The man said.
Then I saw it. Like 15 or more dogs leave the room.
The man walked over to me. "Aww, look at the little guy." He Said with a voice that makes even demons know your in control. "What's your name again? Mathew."
He opened the cage. 'Wait this man can't be that big. Unless I've shrunk. No impossible!'
"Up." I got interrupted, but I didn't stand. I didn't wanna show weakness.
"I Said UP." The man demanded.
I remained down.
The Man began reaching forward but I shuffled back. He then brought his hand back and pulled out a metal whistle.
I thought I'll be fine, until he blew in it.
'Agh, God! Why!! I-It hurts!'
When he finally stopped I had to force myself to stand. But when I tried to stand normally I fell back on my hand and feet.
The man laughed then grabbed my neck at the back.
When he sat my down he put a leash on me and I looked in the reflection.
'I.. wh.. Wha?... I-i-I'm a dog?! I am a black puppy. Not even over 1 year old.'
'This isn't possible' ———————————————————————— There's my second chapter. I've been thinking about this story for a while now. I really hope it catches on. I'm planning on introducing Mathews friend and probably family soon. (I want them to behave sorta like the friends from Stranger Things)
