Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange.
"Good boy…"
Frank smiled as he gently rubbed the silky head of the animal he owned with much love.
"Good dog…"
The only thing he liked better than the food on his plate in his lap – was the dog sitting in front of him. He made for good companionship in the RV where they lived together. He was such an immensely loyal pet.
"Good Pompidou…"
Pompidou was perched on the floor before his owner. He was gazing up at Frank with shining eyes as he panted softly.
A rare compassionate look was on Frank's face as he stroked the animal's brown fur. Just the sight of those doe-like eyes was enough to melt the heart he had deep down inside, try as he might to keep it hidden. If there was one thing that was able to bring out the violent drug-dealer's caring side, it was dogs that were in need. He hadn't been able to bear seeing the one in front of him belonging such to an abusive owner. That was why he'd taken upon himself to rescue him, proving there was indeed goodness deep down inside him. Never would he let anything happen to his treasured, cherished pet.
"You're my best friend," he told the animal as he rubbed him gently. "I won't let anything happen to you, buddy… I love you."
Pompidou stared with huge shimmering eyes – then he suddenly leapt up to knock the plate out of Frank's lap, spilling his food down his front and onto the floor.
"POMPIDOU!" Frank screamed, instantly going from tender to angry. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID, YOU DOPEY MUTT!"
Pompidou gazed around at the food which had landed on the floor. His eyes were now looking as if he'd just hit the jackpot.
"I WAS EATING THOSE BEANS!"
Ignoring the yelling being directed at him, the dog proceeded to eat up the spilt food which his owner had been highly looking forward to.
"AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?" Frank snarled furiously. "YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH!"
The end.