It was the evening down at the Johnson's home, and he only been there for three hours. House-sitting for his neighbors, it was July, 3rd and was young Nick's birthday. Jonathan knew it well, for he had been Nick's babysitter for two years. It was quiet and nothing left to do. So, after a reasonable checking over the house, Jonathan decided it was time for break. He decided play the old Wii and put on one of his favorite games. It was Sonic the Hedgehog.
The clock was turning and it was soon midnight. Jonathan saw that the Johnson's were still not home. As he went back to his game, he noticed something strange. The graphics were slowly getting better. He noticed a faint wind surrounding him. Before he realized it, the room around him was swirling like a tornado! And as the world was spinning, he slowly drifted off down, down, down into a big abyss.
As Jonathan was waking up, he smelled the deep crisp air around him. He woke up with a start and soon realized he wasn't where he was. He was first at a nice comfortable home, and now is surrounded by dense jungles. He had no idea where he was, and wandered around till he found water. That's when he found out what he looked like. A dog...
With terror Jonathan gasped and jumped back only to feel, something metallic. As he felt with a horrific look on his face he thought of what it was behind him, "a monster, robot? Wait...robot?!" He quickly looked back and saw what was indeed a robot, but somewhat familiar. He had no time to figure out what was going on and knew he had to get away from it someway. As he turned around, he saw another familiar robot. He glanced around and saw he was surrounded.
He knew he had no chance of escaping. He had to either fight his way out or surrender. Both of which he didn't want to do. The robots snickered and chanted "Must get chosen, must get chosen." Jonathan didn't quite understand what was going on, but he had to do something. Slowly, he was getting into an attack position. Then as if by magic, he was growing more fur than ever, his gloves torn from claws, his body getting bigger. Finally, he saw that he was a wolf.
As if by instinct, he lunged at the first attacker, destroying the metal parts as if it were Justin Bieber posters in his room. Jonathan then punched and slammed onto each robot until there was nothing but screws. As he calmed down from his hulked character he turned slowly back to his fuzzy self. Just then, he heard footsteps.