A Strange Encounter?

Night fell across the land of Adventure Bay. The wind quietly blew through the man-made structure of the town. Roaming the brightly lit pavements on the streets was a late night walking German Shepherd, which wore a black collar and a blue badge with a golden star in the centre. The pup said to his owner, a ten year old savvy-tech boy who leads him and five other pups in rescue missions, that he'd be home by now. The moon was hanging over the sea in the Shepherd's view, and the Shepherd felt the shivering wind weaving through his fur. "It's getting far too late." The German Shepherd yawned. "I've really got to get back now." The pup pressed on. He came up to a water tower. The pup stopped. His eyes were slightly more uncovered by his eyelids, lips partly hanging over his chin, and some of his fur being raised on their own. By the legs of the tower, hovered a cloaked-hooded figure. It was short and shaped like a pup; no ears and no tail to provide evidence that it was a pup. "Chase…" A voice echoed to the German Shepherd. The pup, Chase, must have presumed that it came from the figure. "Come over here. I have a secret to tell." The voice echoed again. With a gentle approach, the cloaked figure slowly hovered toward Chase. Chase took slow and small steps back. His heartrate blasted off. His fur started making him a German Shepherd version of a sheepdog. The figure blocked his shortcut to get back home; there was another way, but it was longer. Time wasn't going to slow down for Chase just so he can be on time. The young pup took his chance and turned around and legged it for the bridge, which was his scenic route in the night. Chase ran as fast as he could (as a typical fairy-tale chase-scene cliché sentence). He didn't want to look back, but he knew he would know if the figure would meet up with him on the bridge or not. By the time Chase got to the bridge, no one. Not a sign. Chase still kept on running. He then came up to the Lookout. "Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?" Chase panted. He then finally found his pup house and quickly dived in. He took a few sips of water and rested his wobbling head until finally resting his eyelids. But a certain 'thing' raised its head and hovered a paw over Chase. "Chase…" The voice echoed back to Chase's ear. The German Shepherd ripped his eyelids open, jumped up and drove his paw into the figure. "Ouch!" The figure's voice, sounding familiar to Chase, cried. "Wait a minute…" Chase suspected, knowing the voice. Chase pulled back the hood and revealed a clumsy black-spotted Dalmatian with a yellow collar, with a red badge attached and a fire symbol centred on it. "Marshall?!" Chase bellowed. "Surprise." Marshall giggled. Chase let out a relieved sigh to have not severely harmed his best friend. "Are you completely insane? I could've hurt you badly right there." Chase exclaimed. "I know, but I didn't expect you to punch me." Marshall said. "Sorry about that." Chase laughed a little. "Didn't you say you had a secret to tell?" Marshall looked up at his friend with confused look. "Secret? You mean my secret about me being fit for the role as Voldemort in our take on Harry Potter?" Marshall asked as he panicked. Chase cocked up an eyebrow. "That's what you wanted to say?" Chase questioned. "No. I didn't even have a secret to share with you." Marshall said. Knock, knock. "Then who's…" Chase spoke as the two turned to face the door to Chase's pup house. The door slightly opened, and another cloaked figure leaned inside from the ceiling. The hood lifted itself and revealed a rubber duckie mask. The two pups grabbed each other and screamed in high pitch voices. Chase lifted his head and saw that he and Marshall were asleep on the couch watching 'A Nightmare on Elm Street'. Chase shook his head and reached for a bottle. 'Top Quality for Dogs. Feel how the humans feel when they're drunk'. Chase raised one of his lower eyelids and tossed it out the window. Marshall then raised his head. "What was that noise?" Marshall groaned. "Probably Mayor Humdinger's kittens being hypnotised and told to act like racoons." Chase made up. Marshall laughed a little before falling back to sleep. Then a cloaked figure loomed through the window in Chase's eye. Exact same appearance as in Chase's dream. "If you want to live for another story, back off." Chase whispered. By some miracle, like it was meant to be heard, the figure faded away and Chase raised his eyebrows and put on a 'I'm proud of myself' face. "The end." Rubble ended, reading the story to himself. "Now for a little midnight snack."

THE END, officially...


Author's Note:

Not exactly my best piece of writing I believe, but hey, got to start somewhere. Anyways, this was just like a bit of a pilot, if you know what I mean, to see what I could do and somewhat improve.

So that's it, hope you enjoyed and god I can feel the sheer terror coursing through my veins right now.

But from me, I'll see you next time(god knows when), Sayonara.