Bolt: Obsession
The town of Hollywood was known for big names. Big business. Big movies salaries. Big stars.
One of them happened to be on TV at that moment.
Bolt, the super dog was on another predictable mission in which he would save Penny and defeat Dr. Calico. But that meant nothing to the creature that sat in the dark room staring at the thing.
"Preach to us magic box." He muttered.
What he was watching was just a rerun. In this schedule they would show a rerun of Bolt, followed by the newest episode.
The creature, a brown dog, wagged his tail impatiently for the newest episode to begin.
There were the end credits for the rerun. Then the next show began.
The dog's jaw dropped. The show that was on was not Bolt.
"SCRUBS?!!" He shouted at the TV. "WHAT?!!"
Before the opening credits even began, he had smashed his paw through the screen.
"Sorry JD." The dog said coldly.
He looked around the dark room. He had been trapped in this room for two years, with the TV as his only friend. Well, that and the mice. Before he ate them.
He began knocking things over in a mad rage. He howled in pain and anger. He found something on the floor.
A TV guide. It was two years old. The only reason he had kept it was because of the picture on the cover.
It was his hero. His idol. His unhealthy obsession. Bolt.
His eyes filled with tears. "Why Bolty? Why'd you quit making magic pictures?"
He let out a howl and threw the guide at the wall. He smashed his head into the wall multiple times, screaming. Suddenly something happened. Something that hadn't happened in two years. The boards on the wall snapped.
The dog was blinded by the sunlight. He looked back into the room. He picked up the TV guide again.
He noticed something. Bolt's dog tag was hanging at an angle. He could see both sides of the tag.
There, on the tag, was Bolt's home address.
The dog sniggered crazily. His sniggering turned into bellows of laughter.
He crawled out of the prison-like building, and headed in the direction of Hollywood.