DAMMIT! IT HAPPENED AGAIN!
If you just read a piece of writing lacking in punctuation, BLAME THE WEBSITE. I can't tell you how many times it's done this to me now.
This is proof as to how my mind works. I get so stressed over videogames like Rule of Rose, Fatal Frame and Silent Hill. They're all horror and drama and angst and no humor except in the joke endings or the unlockable costumes. That's why I have to write things like this chapter: It relieves the stress.
You're in my territory, pauper.
'Pauper?'
You are of the lower class. A mix. A mutt. You don't deserve to be here.
Don't I? At least my best friend doesn't dress me up in frilly sweaters and embarrassing props.
At least my best friend can afford to buy those things, as opposed to yours, who could only dream.
At least I actually have a use, you useless little lapdog.
And what's that? Cleaning up the scraps in the cafeteria?
Tracking. Can you find any person on this campus with a couple of whiffs?
I don't need to. I have people for that.
We're supposed to help the people.
Ho-ho, what backwards thinking. Get with the times, mutt. You and your poverty-stricken little friend.
Poverty stricken? I'll have you know that she could afford anything she needs; you know, need, like food and water and shelter and clothing.
Oh yes. She'd probably have to spend all night on her back for it, though.
"Whoa!"
Jimmy grabs Brown's collar as the lab-mix lunges at Chester, teeth bared. Jennifer looks shocked.
"Why, he's only ever done that to the imps. I've never seen him act this way towards another dog before!"
… Yup.
I went there.
It was short, but I went there.