A/N: This is pretty un-neccessary, but I wanted to give a bit of background.
It is a dark studio. You are tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for her. She was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago, but likely she stopped to get a drink.
There she is. She is a brown dog, with numerous green markings, a long scar on her right back leg, and the number 10 on her back.
She sees you after a few moments, in which she sips a coffee.
"Oh, there you are. I presume you know why you are here."
You nod. She begins to pace. "Well, then, I doubt I have to explain the experiment too thoroughly. A brief overview: we are putting all of the characters into a large room stocked with food that has a karaoke machine, a dance floor, and four phones, as well as a big screen TV, a Wii, and radios/iHomes."
You nod again. She continues, "We have also decided to use our most recently developed machine."
You ask, "What is it, and what does it do?"
She replies, "We call it the Imagination. It transforms one thing into another. We've wanted to test it out for a while, so we chose to use it on them. They're recovering in the back room now."
You are confused. "What are they?"
She grins. "They are now dogs. Their colors remained around the same, their markings the same."
"Are they anthropomorphic?"
"As in, do they stand up on two feet? Actually, they can change between the two whenever they want, like I can. They are also now capable of eating, and many other things."
You are astounded. "So when does the experiment start?"
She checks her watch. "In about six hours, as it's 3:00 right now."
You question cautiously, "What if they don't like it?"
She shrugs. "Then we'll change 'em back. No biggie. But who wouldn't like a party, hmm?"
You stand up, and say, "Thank you for speaking with me."
She bobs her head up and down and hands you something. "My card. You may see me around; I'll be starring in another fanfic pretty soon."
You then exit the studio into a cloudy afternoon, wondering who's idea this was.
Meanwhile, the narrator recalls a dream she had, and begins to type…
A/N: The dog was my 9 fursie, 10. I sign off from chapters by calling myself 10, like this.
Skye/Mija/10 (see?)