Hey wass up y'all and all I have to say about what's going on these last two weeks man is I don't blame the Russian people but man fvck Putin! It's like what the hell did Ukraine do to his ass!?

Anyway I don't own anything, not even Putin

Chase watched the top of the ferns frantically shake around him. He could also hear the tell tell footsteps under them. It was fast and small whatever it is, though Chase was sure it was bigger than him.

They eventually stopped and the forest grew quiet.

"Hey! I'm licensed to kill… so whatever's out there… uh… watch out!" Chase warned nervously.

"With what, harsh language?" A digital voice asked from behind him.

"Yeee!" Chase squealed in fright.

"That line was from Aliens, get it?" The voice continued.

Chase turned around and drew an imaginary gun and pretended to shoot whatever was there. "BAM! BAM!" He exclaimed tensely in hopes he would scare it away.

He was face to face with a feathered dino, just a foot taller than him and had a strange collar on. It tilted it's head in confusion at the pup's actions. It put both it's claws up in response.

"Don't shoot." It said comically. The voice came from the collar, sounding like Mark Zuckerberg.

Chase's right eye twitched, and he lowered his imaginary pistol. He stared for a moment before barking questions, "What are you? How do you talk? And why do you sound like Mark Zuckerberg?"

"I'm a P-P-P-Pectinodon, the smartest Troodon of the Cretaceous Period." It answered as it struggled to pronounce the name. "Though I just prefer to be called Jeff."

"And it's actually the collar that does the talking, it just sends waves up to my mind and allows me to voice whatever I think. As for my voice at least I'm actually real and not pretending to be real while I'm an android or something." Jeff finished.

"Oh… well you're right about Zuckerberg being an android probably…" Chase trailed, still confused.

Suddenly, Jeff got into Chase's personal space and lightly sniffed him. His sickle claw was uncomfortable close to his stomach.

"Whoa what the hell dude!?" Chase backed off.

Jeff tilted his head. "And what exactly are you and how do you talk? I didn't see canids talk in the movies I watched, if you are one…" He interrogated.

"Uh yes I'm a dog, a shepherd police pup to be exact, and I don't know how I talk really… just never put much thought into it." Chase replied honestly.

"Interesting." Jeff's collar hummed. "Say are you one of Dr. Krieger's experiments as well?"

"Nnno, I came here to visit the new park and spoiler alert, it fucking blows white people balls." Chase answered.

"I see, so he has opened the park then?"

"Not really, me and my… associates just got exclusive access to it." Chase replied honestly.

"Wow, more mammals." Jeff seem to imitate sarcasm.

Chase looked at him weirdly before remembering the situation at hand.

"How do I get out of here?" Chase asked.

Jeff looked around the area for a second. "It's either out of a single corridor which is always locked or through that hole you just dropped through." He answered while pointing up at the shattered hole in the dome.

"Yeah, that's gonna be a no from me dog." Chase affirmed.

Jeff stared at him for a moment before giving him an offer.

"I've been thinking of a plan to get out of here but it's going to take the two of us, you in?"

"What is it?"

Jeff turned. "Follow me, and I'll show you." He said before dashing in the ferns.

Chase groaned but eventually took off after him, following his scent trail. Man I really fucking hate birds now!