Well... this is a story. Honestly, I've been looking for a story like this for a while. A story that delves into the idea of how could have the episode Every Dog Has His Day, how that episode could have gone differently. It is an idea, right?

What's the worst that could happen?

Me, I could be evil. I plan to be. This chapter though is the build up, the next one shall truly introduce the story.

Not Every Dog Has His Day

Disclaimer: I claim that I have two dogs, I also claim one of them will never have his day. That is because that one is a girl. Therefore, I don't own Teen Titans.

There once was a child who believed that every dog had his day.

He was proved wrong.

He had always doubted the idea, not enough to notice, but enough so that he didn't always have hope. Yet, the day he had been prove wrong was a normal day, or at least it was supposed to be. The sun was shining, the bird were cheering, and a spaceship had lost its dog.

The child was bored and lonely, so he did what any kid would do, bother his friends into spending time with him.

It failed.

The tinkerer claimed him too clumsy to even consider to let him help with the renovations to his car. The shadowy witch just didn't like him, and the leader was working out alone. The bubbly alien did want to spend time with him, but remained silent. That was a grave mistake.

The child now goes by the 'Doggy'. It is not his real name, he doesn't like that name. The name he liked having was 'Beast Boy'.

He proved wrong on his name as well.

Chaos rein inside the small, grey chamber. A blur of green, bouncing off of every surface, snarled through the air. A pillar, ashen and cowering, screeched at the blur. The chamber lurched back and forth, side to side, the very walls whimpering from the madness occurring within the chamber. The blur cackled, thoroughly enjoying the chaos, the pillar begged, begged for peace.

It was a simple pillar, not a smart pile of stones. And thus, the chamber soon crashed.

The scene was set. A verdant park, sun directly overhead, twin mutts, and a mutt bound crimson UFO. The child wobbled through the grass, saddened by his loneliness. He ignored the sound of crying dogs, the whizzing of torn air. He only acknowledged his lonliness, and he savoured his pain.

Although, when a dog rammed him head on, he awoke to the world. The tearing air, the dog, and a crimson UFO, all flooded his mind. Not for long though, the dog ran off, the air calmed, and the ship blasted him with a blinding light.

'I'm not sure when, but I think I'm awake now. Am I? Surely I must be. My bed is so comfy, so warm… No wait, that's fur… What animal am I?'

"Bad dog!"

'So, I am a dog. That's good, dogs are fine.'

I wearily lifted my head up. Slowly taking in my surroundings. A dark grey room, check. Single bright light solely focusing on me, check. Mysterious voice berating me, check.

'Oh, all my nightmares at once.'

"Your should not try to escape." A voice, nearby, stated, its voice menacing.

Physical sensation returned to me, which was odd. When did it leave?

'Wait, am I wearing a…'

Bringing me paw to check, raising my ear to hear.

'NO, I can't be! NO, PLEASE NO!'

The collar was tight around my neck.

The Titans gathered in the park, Robin, smearing the smouldering grass, Cyborg checking and rechecking his arm sensors, and Starfire simply watching.

"Word is that it was some kind of… flying saucer." Raven returning from a curious crowd, her calm nature creating peace in the chaotic audience. This attracted Cyborg's attention, "Whatever it was, my sensors can't track it." Obviously, Cyborg's sensors couldn't track it.

It a little past mid-day, the sun casting a short shadow. A perfect circle steamed from the ground, the burns being the highest in the centre. It was in a cast away part of the park, taken care of, but not really acknowledged. It was almost in a corner, semi-concealed by trees and shrubbery.

"It didn't even leave any kind of trail." Cyborg continued. "But it did leave this." Commented Robin, his mind a whirlwind of thought, "Something got zapped. Question is: what?" A curious conundrum, one to which Starfire responded my pick a small object off of the ground with a gasp. "Beast Boy." She exclaimed, the entire time she had been worrying about his absence.

The team surrounded her, Cyborg took it, sniffed it, and regretted it. "Its BB's alright. Smells like tofu." "Oh! I fear our friend has gotten the zap."

'Dude! I am not your dog!'

Every joint burned, physical sensation my foot. It hurt everywhere.

'Oh, yeah. I'm still a dog, it can't understand me.'

Shifting back into human took more strength then I thought it would. The burning didn't help either.

"You sure you got the right dog?" I question, not letting my fear or anger penetrate my outwards appearance. This could all be a mistake, right?

A form, big, blocky, and dark, nodded. "You are doggy." My smile died, and born was a frown.

'I am not a dog!'

The burning started to die, only to be replaced with a subtle aching. The form sat down, the light now glanced his face, and shuddered.

'He kind of looks like Cinderblock.'

Grey stony face, three creases making a makeshift hair and chin-beard, a sickly yellow jumpsuit, and a face to remind me of Easter Island. "I'm not your dog." The creature shook his head, and replied with: "You are doggy."

My frown grew, and I reached for the collar, searching for a button or switch. "I am not." The creature once again shook his head, and again replied with: "You are doggy."

'Wow, he really is thick like Cinderblock.'

"No, I am not your dog!" I growled out. The creature once again shook his head, and again replied with: "You are my doggy." He was enjoying this, I wasn't. Failing to find anything to release me from my collar, I started to pull at it. It was starting to make breathing noticeable. I began to panic, and started to simply claw at it.

"For the last time, I am not your dog!"

The Creature gasped.

I don't often write in first person, just habit. Ssssoooooo...

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Sorry that I've been gone. Blarg. So I hope that you have enjoyed this. Read and review, then give a critique.

Goodbye all!

Bye!

-A Furious Fred/ A Mad Man