Dylan was tired.
Both physically and emotionally, because today, his little brothers and he had returned to his new pet again next to his.Dylan sighed again with his head down, you never know what you have until you lose it, and this was not Dylan's first pet, he should be mentally better prepared when he had to release Mr. Fuzzy again in the park .
But things were never as straightforward as they may first appear.
Dylan wasn't just sad that he had to let Mr. Fuzzy go.
If not also becau-
"Dylan, can you come over for a moment," Da Vinci exclaimed in the direction of his older brother.
"Da Vinci?" Dylan asked with a raised eyebrow, popping out of his mental bubble for a moment to see how one of his younger sisters was trying to get his attention, "uh, sure, what do you need Da Vinci?"
"It's ... about Dewey," she exclaimed somewhat uncertainly as she was followed by Dylan.
"Did he speak again?", Dylan was quick to question, this was his chance to show the others that Dewey can speak now, "did he say something to you?"
"Oh, uh, no, he didn't," Da Vinci denied, much to the disappointment of his older brother, then added, "He did ... something else," she didn't quite know what Dewey had done in the basement.
"What do you mean by something else?" Dylan blinked and asked puzzled as he continued to follow his younger sister.
¿What did Dewey do?
"Well, he ...," Da Vinci paused thoughtfully and sighed and shook before speaking again, "No ... um, i think i'm a better idea if you see for yourself, dylan. I-I just don't know exactly how to put into words what he did "
"Did he do something bad?", Dylan asked concerned, "because if he did, I think we're going to need Dolly's help on this to reassure him again."
Da Vinci denied as she and Dylan entered the basement together, "Dewey didn't do anything wrong, he just-- Dolly?" Da Vinci exclaimed in surprise when she and Dylan met Dolly in the basement.
"...hmm~ ", Dolly buzzed and did not pay attention as she held her chin and continued to watch meticulously in the company of Dewey, who Dylan noticed surprised was wearing a small cape and a small mask, a strange picture of a Moon full of black and white butterflies that was ridden by astrange giant human child.
"I give up, I don't know what I'm looking at," Dolly simply exclaimed with her eyes rolling in the direction of her strange little brother who did not take his eyes off the strange painting in front of them.
"Dolly, what are you doing in the basement?", Dylan asked puzzled as he went down the stairs with Da Vinci, "and what is wrong with Dewey?"
"I don't know," Dolly replied with a shrug, "I just came down here to see if Dewey wanted to play with Dorothy or the other puppies, but, well ... he's not moving"
"What do you mean he's not moving?" Dylan asked with a raised eyebrow as he joined his stepsister. Dewey seemed fine.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Dylan," Da Vinci exclaimed, drawing the attention of both Dylan and Dolly.
"Dewey has been like this since he finished painting this picture," he nodded at the image of the giant boy on the moon.
"Dewey did this?", Dylan asked puzzled pointing to the rare painting.
"Mm-hm", Da Vinci nodded and then gestured towards the other pictures behind her, "he did those others over there too"
"Woah, Dylan see this!," Dolly quickly exclaimed in Dylan's direction, after she went curious and inspecting the paintings that Da Vinci had mentioned Dewey had made.
There were four paintings in all.
the first was that of a human woman with straight black hair that ran down her shoulders as she stared at them in a cold and cynical way. Not very different from how someone would see a random pile of garbage that is thrown out on the street.
the second was that of a human child who was smiling towards the ceiling of a neglected and slightly dark room while remaining in total solitude only accompanied by ... Da Vinci ? It was really hard for both Dylan and Dolly to know, since the only thing that Da Vinci looked like the strange ultra-realistic dog was that they both had a pink scarf around their necks.
The third was that of three ultra-realistic Dalmatian puppies in a basket.
Dylan and Dolly flinched a bit at the sight of this one. Too much details.
The fourth was ...
"Huh ... Hehe, I think this is you bro," Dolly exclaimed a little amused in Dylan's direction as she pointed her paw at the fourth painting in front of them.
Dylan rolled his eyes.
indeed, the fourth painting in front of them was that of an ultra-realistic dog in a red collar sitting gloriously like a conqueror on top of a mountain of ... Socks.
¡Dolan, The Sock Emperor!
"...", Dylan closed his eyes and let a sigh escape through his nose. The painting looked good, incredibly cool even, something he would gladly hang in his tree house, but the implications of the painting and the form of his head still managed to generate a bit of irritation deep within Dylan.
"Um, Dylan, Dolly", Da Vinci returned the attention of his older brother and sister, "We still don't know why Dewey is not moving", she gestured towards the small figure of Dewey that still remained still in his place staring and without blinking the picture of the Moon and the child.
Both Dylan and Dolly got closer to get a closer look at their strange little brother who wasn't moving or blinking.
Dylan gulped in concern as he slowly brought his paw in front of his little brother's snout to see if he was breathing.
Dylan let out a relieved sigh.
yep, Dewey was still breathing. He was just very still. Maybe he just fell asleep again.
Dolly rolled her eyes, pushed her brother aside and tried only to grab Dewey by the collar on his snout to pull him away from the painting. Maybe that's what kept him so still. she speculated.
"Huh?" Dolly blinked in surprise.
She ... She couldn't move it, and it wasn't from lack of effort. Dewey suddenly seemed more like he was anchored to the ground rather than actually standing still.
"Grrr," Dolly grunted as she tried with all her might to move her little brother out of his place.
Dylan blinked as he looked puzzled and with a raised eyebrow at his stepsister who tried and failed to move Dewey. It looked ridiculous.
"Dolly, what are you doing?", Dylan asked looking at his sister in a neutral way.
"Why - grr, I can't grr - move it," Dolly exclaimed between grunts as she tried and failed to nudge her head at the seemingly unflappable figure of her little younger brother Dewey.
Dewey remained frozen in place until Dolly stepped in front of him and stepped between him and the painting. Causing the little dalmatian puppy to have to tilt his head to the left to get a better view of the painting.
This strange behavior did not go unnoticed by the three Dalmatians on site who proceeded to exchange glances between Dewey and the mysterious painting.
"What could be happening to Dewey?" Dylan asked, Dewey's weird behavior was beginning to seriously worry him.
"And why can't I move it !?", Dolly asked annoyed as she tried to take her strange little brother. Seriously! It was like trying to move a large concrete block.
"Hmm", Dylan put a claw to his chin as he looked at his little brother and pondered. He was two seconds away from calling his mom or dad, maybe they could do something. But before doing that, he would try to figure things out himself.
Dewey was weird, yes, there was no question about that, but he and Dorothy were still the youngest of them all, and with that in mind Dylan was determined with his whole being to be the best older brother he could be.
If he couldn't help Dewey or Dorothy now, who were small and innocent ... how could he when they were both older and more mature.
The image of Dorothy and Dewey totally lost in the streets of London and without any way to contact home because no one had taught them how to howl properly for help, quickly appeared in Dylan's very paranoid head.
(Entering Dylan's paranoid mind)
"Ka-karRa-KOO!", Dewey, lost, scared and far from all his loving family gave a loud cackle at the Moon. Trying to call them.
Soon, dozens and dozens of chickens surrounded him, each and every one of them determined to take him to raise them away from London like a chicken dog.
"He is the chosen one", an elderly hen and with only one eye exclaimed confidently to her many other less elderly companions, "now you belong to us cub", she informed the very frightened Dewey.
"What!?, NNNOOOooo", Dewey yelled very scared as he watched helplessly as the many chickens surrounded him and one of them quickly took him by his collar, "why did Dylan never teach me how to howl properly !?"
"WHY DYLAN !?" Dewey cried, feeling that his older brother had failed him, "WHYEEEeeeeee !?"
Elsewhere, the innocent Dorothy was being abducted by a flying OVNI to be the next canine führer from Mars.
Coming Soon in Dylan mind:
The Canine Führer from Mars vs. The Magnificent Chicken Dog: The Most Unexpected Family Reunion of the Century.
(Trailer)
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"... You are not a god"
"... save ... Delilah, ", Dewey, in a yellow chicken custome, muttered weakly as Dorothy stood triumphant over him, ready to stab him through the heart of what unknown to her was her younger brother with a spear.
"Why ..." Dorothy, who had a small military beret on her head with a red swastika, murmured, as dozens of memories suppressed by alien technology from Mars returned to her blurry memory with some static, ".. Why did you say that name !? "
"Please ...", Dewey coughed in pain as he felt his older sister put more pressure on his very sore body, "... Colonel Sanders has ... Delilah"
More, More images, this time less blurry bombarded Dorothy's head the instant she heard Delilah's name again, did she-did she have a family? B-but, that's impossible. The aliens from Mars had told me I didn't have any ... I-I was abandoned.
¿What are these memory?
'Look Dorothy ... this is your little brother'
Who is the chicken dog really? She suddenly wondered mentally as she looked the bruised chicken dog straight in the eye ... and the image of a crying, spotless puppy was superimposed over his.
his spear, the only known weapon that according to the aliens could end the life of the chicken dog once and for all ..., it slipped from its front paws and fell uselessly to the ground with a loud '¡Clang!'.
She widened her eyes and turned to see her spear and then slowly back to her front paws, now without any weapon, then she growl, why am I doubting now !?, she wondered very confused, angry and. .. Sad?.
... Why?
'... take good care of him, he can be a little crypupy sometimes'
... Why do I feel like I suddenly don't want to finish him?
'¡Ba ba!'
"Ahg!", She shook her head and angrily pressed the dying figure of her little brother against the ground and asked, bringing her snout closer to his and in a more desperate way, with some of her tears falling on the fur of his badly bruised little brother.
"¿¡WHO YOU ARE!? "
'... His name is Dewey'
(Coming out of Dylan's very paranoid mind)
¡No, Dorothy! ¡He's your brother!, Dylan shook his head banishing those very strange (but still probable) scenarios from his mind.
He had to be able to help Dewey now. otherwise he will regret it later.
Dylan nodded firmly to himself with the flames of determination blazing in his eyes.
"Wh-what happened to Dylan, Dolly?" Da Vinci asked Dolly worried. for a moment, his brother Dylan had gone as still as Dewey, only instead of being silent, he was muttering like a dog possessed incomprehensible gibberish about aliens and ... Chickens?
"I ask myself the same question every day, Da Vinci", Dolly with white eyes sighed and denied, "the trick is not to think too much and just let it be"
"Alright Da Vinci, Dolly. I think I know what's up with Dewey," Dylan exclaimed as he approached the painting of the boy on the moon that kept Dewey so mesmerized, "The painting has him hypnotized"
Da Vinci and Dolly rolled their eyes at Dylan as they heard what was already very obvious to them.
"That still doesn't explain why we can't move it, bro," Dolly exclaimed. She had already given up on trying to move him.
"Oh-huh", Dylan put a claw to his chin thinking of an answer, "maybe ... Its hypnosis too?", He poor theorized, he really didn't know much about how hypnosis really works.
"Yeah, let's go with that, why not", Dolly shrugged, then returned her attention to Dewey, "do you have any ideas to get him out of his crazy trance Doctor Dylan"
"That's easy Dolly, we just have to make Dewey stop looking at the painting," Dylan stood in front of the painting, sure of himself.
"I already tried that bro", Dolly exclaimed, "yeah-uh, that didn't end well"
"What do you mea-- why Dewey's eyes shine?"
Indeed.
Dewey's eyes gleamed green as he stared at Dylan standing between him and the boy in the moon painting.
Soon a chill ran up Dylan's spine causing his fur to stand on end, and he felt naked in a way he had never felt before, as if suddenly someone or something was looking through him.
Dylan's eyes widened in the direction of his little brother Dewey.
"Dewey- Dewey is doing what I think he is doing, Dolly?", Dylan asked nervously in the direction of his stepsister who was in Da Vinci's company, still and expectant in the direction of him behind Dewey.
"Yep", she nodded, "I think Dewey is literally looking through you right now," Dolly informed her stepbrother with a smile.
Huh ..., Weird.
"... Da Vinci, did Dewey do this before when he had painted the other paintings? ", Dylan questioned his sister Da Vinci with concern after being silent for a couple of seconds at the great and strange revelation that Dewey for some reason had X-Rays.
"No," Da Vinci denied, "Dewey hadn't done anything like this while painting the other pictures," she recalled with some nostalgia how Dewey seemed to be happy and focused while doing the other pictures.
Only when Dewey painted this specific painting did he seem sad and somewhat meditative while doing it. He used many strange and new techniques while painting it, using his paws and claws in a way that Da Vinci had never seen or imagined before, it was incredible!
But ... Dewey looked sad near the end, like he really didn't want to finish painting the picture, that was the only thing that really worried Da Vinci seriously.
She wanted back the Dewey who was happily painting.
Maybe- Maybe Dewey was doing it because of her, maybe she shouldn't have asked that at the end.
'... Who are you Dewey?'
'Ba ...'
"Don't worry Da Vinci", Dolly suddenly exclaimed in a comforting way in Da Vinci's direction, after noticing how she seemed to be very worried about Dewey, "Dewey will be fine, Dylan and I will surely come up with something to get him out of the - well, whatever is happening to him", she reassured, before exclaiming in Dylan's direction:" Isn't that right, bro? "
"Dolly is right, Da Vinci", Dylan exclaimed sure of himself, "you can join up with the others if you want and left this to Dolly and me, I assure you we will solve this in a jiffy"
"No," Da Vinci denied instantly, "I want to be able to help Dewey too," a tear slowly slid down the left corner of his snout as he looked determined to help Dewey.
It was just when Da Vinci's tear hit the earthy floor of that basement, that both Dewey's ears perked up and he began to blink, shaking his head in confusion.
"... ba?", Dewey blinked and exclaimed as he turned around and tilted his head to look in the direction of Dolly and Da Vinci.
(Why are you crying, sis?)
"¡Dewey!", Da Vinci exclaimed happily as he hugged his weird little brother, "¡you're back!", She cheered as her tail flicked quickly behind her.
"... b-ba? ", Dewey exclaimed puzzled as he exchanged glances between Dylan and Dolly who were observing his sister and him in a touching way saying an 'Aww' both at the same time for some reason that was still strange to Dewey.
(Whe-where did I go or what? Sheesh, I was just meditating)
(To be continue)
