(AN:¡HAPPY HALLOWEEN!)
Sa-Lu-Tations, cosmic and incorporeal voices that plague my head with soundless and macabre Lovecrafian secrets!
How are they!?
I, too, just as great as the peanut butter on the tractor hood! Thanks for asking!
Now, I am pretty sure that you are very excited to hear every magnificent thing that happens in my epic life worthy of being passed onto the murals of history around the world.
Because right now, I find myself doing my favorite type of art, also known as; 'Draw all kinds of ultra-realistic faces to various boxes and hide them in strategic places inside my home'
I'm on my ninth Leonardo DiCaprio now!
The other thirty-nine boxes with Dany DeVito's face are already hidden. Those are like my Easter eggs.
¡Dewey's Easter Eggs!
"Aaaahhhh!"
Holy me, are those the cries clearly of extreme joy the result of seeing my art !? It sounds like Dante. I need to see it!
Quickly, with the divine agility that characterizes my divine self, I hurried to the room where my gothico brother Dante was.
I found it.
"Who keeps putting these things where I sleep !?", Dante exclaimed as he threw a box out of its hiding place in the wall. Lucky dog, that box had the face of Barbara Streisand, "It's not funny!", Dante continued while throwing Barbara Streisand out of his hole in the wall, "It's traumatic .and disturbing!"
Traumatic he say? Brilliant! That just makes it a thousand and one times better, bro! Traumas are the very essence of Life and what gives character development. For example, the magnificent and epic me, who still remembers the trauma of being born every time I blink.
Give me a hooray! for being me.
"Aaaaahhhh!"
My spider-dog senses reignited as I heard another scream. Quick, I travel to where the scream originated.
Uuuuuhh, this time it was Dallas. It's weird not hearing her scream in tune with her doubles. Quick little paws, take me to my destination!
I quick arrive with Dallas, and ...
Oh, she was just looking at his claws. She apparently had painted them bubblegum pink and not princess pink. Wow, what a tragedy ...
Dewey the Great leaves. Sayonara, banshees. There is nothing to see here and I still have to hide a lot of empty boxes with faces ...
"Oh look ...", Destiny exclaims, "... It's Dewey"
Oh no, they saw me. Quick, I have to retreat before they try to put on a tutu or- Suddenly I'm surrounded. Wow, they are fast or I am very slow.
Heck, where is Dorothy when I need her. Right now I could use a stunt double.
"Aww, look. He came to play with us."
Okay, I know how this is going to end. I better squeeze my buttocks and hold on. This is not the first time Dewey the Great has done Drag.
Don't ask incorporeal voices! Those were very dark times in my old story as a lost boy in a girls-only Christian summer camp.
That day I was the prettiest drag queen girl in the camp, and my lord jizuz can tell you all about that.
Even if I admit I used too much lipstick that day.
And blush.
And eyeliner.
And nail paint.
And maybe I shouldn't have worn heels.
Yes, those indeed were dark times. I better stop thinking about it. I don't even know what all those things were doing in the counselor's room.
Oh look, now I have a bunch of pink bows on my head, tail and legs. How did this parasitic companions get there? Is it that I have the power to summon bows out of nowhere, or is this some kind of canine Sailor Moon transformation.
Hmm, if it's the latter, I just hope I'm not Uranus.
"Awww, Dewey looks so pretty"
"Quick, let's take pictures while he's still"
"Yes yes yes! Our fans are going to love him!"
Suddenly Destiny Dallas and Deja Vu started taking pictures of me. I couldn't help but do JOJO poses while they did it. I also want to have fun with this.
I am Giornio Giovanna, and I have spots.
"Keep going Dewey! The camera loves you!"
"Oh oh oh, do another pose, ¡another pose!"
At last an audience that appreciates JOJO's legendary poses. Give me attention! Dewey Joestar Dalmata demands it!
Because now I am the legendary Josehp Joestar.
¡Oooh my Gotoooo!
"Hahahahahaha- Look, Dewey is making really funny faces."
Oh, it seems I have more audience now. Dee Dee and Dizzy are here now.
¡Well! Now is the time to take out the heavy props.
Legendary pose number 75: ¡The flying Quachalot!
"Hahahahahahaha- How is he doing that!? Hahahaha"
And if that's not enough, my beautiful audience. Check this out, kids!
Legendary Ultra Mythical Pose Chuck Norriana Number 99: ¡The Headless Dog!
* ¡Plop! *
... Why did they suddenly stop laughing? Are they shocked by my legendary splendor?
Hmmp, normal, maybe I was too far with my poses, too legendary for mere mortals-
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
And now they are screaming and running away. Huh, interesting reaction. I have never seen anyone change for jovial laughter, for traumatized for life.
I'd almost say that they ... They lost their minds. Eh? Eh? Nobody?
Bha! They have no sense of humor, voices in my head, that was pure comedy.
Oh well, I guess I'll take this weird reaction from my sisters as the photo shoot ended. It was fun while it lasted, now, to fill my tummy ...
To the Dewey cave! Nananananananananana! Dewey ~!
Whoops!
My stars, I almost forgot to put my head together and put it back in its place. Silly me, I haven't done this in a long time. Normal that I almost lost my head.
Now! To the basement!
~(Cut)~
Today was a quiet day. One that Dylan had planned to fully enjoy. He had already finished doing his housework, Dolly was playing with the puppies in the garden, and nothing seemed to go wrong for the rest of the day.
"Dylaaaaan!"
Or so he thought. His tranquility was suddenly interrupted by the collective screams of his younger sisters who seemed terrified of something.
That stophim from doing what he was doing, taking a nap, and looked at them with both eyebrows raised.
It was Dizzy, De Dee, and the triple D's. They looked terrified, enough to make Dylan worry what they might have seen.
"What's up girls !?", he asked in alarm, "Did something happen !?"
Dee Dee was the first to speak.
"It's Dewey!"
When he heard the name of his little brother, Dylan's fur turned even whiter than normal from sheer concern ...
"He- he lost his head!"
Oh no ...
That can't mean anything good. The last time his little brother Dewey went crazy he started swearing and speaking Japanese. Before Dylan could ask where his little brother was and ask Dolly to come and assist him in containing Dewey, the triple Ds followed where Dizzy and Dee Dee had left off ...
"""¡Literally!"""
"WHAT !?", Dylan exclaimed scared by the disturbing news. Holy dogs, he sure didn't expect this.
He was soon guided by his little sisters to the last location where Dewey was sighted.
He wasn't there.
Dylan was very reassured not to see blood anywhere and his little brother without his head.
Then he saw his sisters annoyed. This sure must have been a joke.
"Girls! This was a very very bad taste joke!", The gift to the five puppies, "You five almost made my heart stop!", He said while putting a paw to his chest to calm his agitation.
"But-but-but ¡He was here!" Dizzy pointed out.
"Yeah! We all saw it!", Dee Dee exclaimed seeing her older brother, "You have to believe us Dylan. Dewey didn't have his head"
"Stop kidding about this girls," he warned him, "It's not funny. Even Dolly wouldn't kidding about this."
He couldn't believe his sisters were joking about something so serious and not at all funny.
"We have proof!" Destiny exclaimed, picking up the tablet. On the screen of this there was a photo of Dewey wearing several pink bows doing a strange pose.
He looked very cute, yes. But other than that, nothing out of the ordinary. The little cub's head was still in place.
"Girls ...", Dylan saw his sisters wide-eyed, "... This is just a normal picture of Dewey"
"Oh, uh, wait ...", Destiny exclaimed pulling the tablet to put another of her baby brother's photos, then she screamed again, "Look, ¡We have proof!"
"Yhea, see!" Deja Vu snap.
"Triple D's are not lying puppies!" Dallas added his two cents to the discussion, as they and their sisters watched Dylan look at the photo at length.
"Wow, girls ...", Dylan took the tablet to see the photo more closely, he could not believe the level of detail in it, "... did you edit this photo? It looks quite realistic. "
Yes, realistic. His little brother Dewey in the photo was holding his own dismembered head on his front legs. He also looked very happy while he did it.
"The amount of detail in this photo is incredible ... I can't even see the lines or any mistakes in the edition ", he raised his head to see his sisters who saw him with their mouths open," Who taught you to do this? It was Dawkins, right? "
"Why do you five look me like that?", Dylan asked confused as he watched his sisters see him as a clown, "I have something on my face?"
"Dylan, have you seen Dewey anywhere?" Da Vinci suddenly came asking, attracting the attention of every puppy, "I looked for him in the garden but he wasn't there. Do any of you know where he is?"
Huh, it's strange that Da Vinci doesn't know where Dewey is. Dewey usually seems to follow her when he can like a second shadow.
"You tried looking for it in our parents' room ...", Dylan asked as he thought about where else the puppy could be, "... .hmm, I mean, besides the basement I can't think of another place where he likes to be the most "
"Oh, you're right ...", Da Vinci exclaimed, "... He's probably waiting for me in the basement right now. Thanks Dylan."
"Yor welcome Da Vinci, come with me if you can't find him there either," Dylan said to his sister with a smile as he watched her retreat to meet Dewey.
"Wait, Da Vinci!"
"Hmm ...?", Da Vinci stopped with both ears held high when he heard Dizzy and Dee Dee exclaim in his direction, "... .what's up girls. It's everything is alright?"
"You can't go to Dewey now, Da Vinci," Dee Dee said.
"He lost his head!" Dizzy added.
Da Vinci blinked in confusion, "He what...?"
"Dizzy, Dee Dee!", Dylan angrily barked in his direction, "Stop kidding about that, I already told you it's not funny"
"But-but-but Dewey, he-"
"No, I don't want to keep hearing anything more about Dewey losing his head or any other part of his body," Dylan warned, "There is nothing funny about joking about that, and any of you continue with that you will be in big trouble with Mom and dad when they arrive "
Dylan had to make them understand that joking about the welfare of any pup was terribly wrong. Double when it came to Dewey or Dhorothy. They were the youngest, anything that will happen to them and harm them was to be taken as seriously as possible.
After all, they were the weakest of all, no matter how much Dj tried to debate that by telling him that Dewey has gone through walls without realizing it.
With that said, Dylan turned to look at the triple D.
"And you three," he pointed at them, "I want you to delete that photo right away before any other pup sees it and can be scared by it."
A few seconds later, the five puppies left the room, silent and sad that their older brother had not believed them.
"Don't you think you were a little too harsh on them, Dylan?"
Dylan let out a tired sigh and something sad about everything that happened.
"It had to be, Da Vinci ...", Dylan told him as he watched her, "... They crossed the line. They picked me up and were joking about Dewey losing his head. They almost give me something of a scare. Do you have any idea how scared I was that something like ... That really happened to Dewey inside our own home? "
Da Vinci grimaced and nodded. She could understand the feeling a bit.
She guesses that she too would be very angry if someone suddenly joked with her that either of her siblings or parents is fatally injured. In her own home, no less.
"Well, I'm glad all of this was sorted out before I escalated," Da Vinci finished by commenting, "I'm going to go see Dewey."
"Let me go whit you," Dylan exclaimed as he joined his sister on the way to the basement, "I really need to see that Dewey is okay after all this."
"OK"
Soon, the two Dalmatian puppies reached the basement.
Before entering it, they couldn't help stopping with both ears held high upon hearing a peculiar sucking sound inside it.
Dylan looked confused, "What ... is that noise?"
"Oh no ...", was what Da Vinci exclaimed, apparently recognizing the sound and what it meant, she quickly entered the basement yelling, "Dewey!"
Dylan soon followed her, scared, alarmed and somewhat confused by the sudden bark of her sister Da Vinci from her.
When he entered the basement, he couldn't help his eyes traveling to the center of it. The vision of him soon found something that he never believed could erase from his memory ...
It was Dewey, his little brother, wearing a bunch of pink bows. The little cub was hugging a container of ketchup as he sucked it like a bottle.
Da Vinci was trying to get it off him. Emphasis on trying. The cub appeared to be in a trance as it was clinging tightly to the container like an alien Hugging the face of a Space Marine.
"Dewey! How many times have I told you that your ketchup obsession is not right!"
Obsession? Dylan couldn't help but wonder mentally as he looked puzzled and then realized that in one corner of the room there was a pile of piled-up containers of ketchup and barbecue sauce, all empty of course.
How did all those get there? They don't even buy ketchup or barbecue sauce, neither go well with croquettes.
Da Vinci let out a defeated sigh, "I still don't understand where you get these things Dewey," she told the weird puppy while she didn't see him slowly sucking all the ketchup into that container.
Meanwhile, at Hugo's house, Hugo was scratching his head as he kept wondering if he forgot to buy ketchup and barbecue sauce ... again.
Oh, and also why his dog Clarissa was pale with fright in a corner.
Back in the basement ...
"Hey, uh, Da Vinci ...", Dylan spoke while approaching Da Vinci, "... Can you please tell me what's going on with Dewey?"
"Hmm ...?", Da Vinci looked away from Dewey and saw Dylan, "Oh, eh, he is drinkimg ketchup?"
Dylan nodded without looking away from Dewey, "I think I can see that. And I can also see that this is not a one-time thing. Can you please explain to me why it's only now that I realize ... this?"
"Eh, well, it's a funny story, you see ...", Da Vinci smiled and looked nervous, "... Dewey doesn't like water very much and he, uh, seems like he prefers to drink ketchup or barbecue sauce. This has only been going on for a week and three days, and he, well, he still manages to find ketchup somehow. I thought I could help him to quit myself, seeing that he listens to me more, but ... I can't seem to do it. Dewey really likes his Ketchup "
"This is, uh ...", Dylan didn't know how to describe the cluster of thoughts that were going through his head right now as he kept watching his little brother suck the life out of a container of ketchup.
"I know, it's weird ...", Da Vinci said to Dylan looking sad, "... That's partly why I didn't tell anyone about this. It's just that ... I don't want that all our brothers look at Dewey as a weirdo. No one is going to want to interact with him if they find out about this"
"Wait, what?", Dylan turned to look at his sister, "Is that why you didn't tell us Dewey does this?"
"Well yeah?" Da Vinci shrugged, "You all know Dewey is a bit energetic-"
"A bit?"
"-and you and Dolly keep insisting that he speaks Japanese. Every new thing we discover about Dewey only makes him look weirder and well ... Im really worry that others will marginalize him just for being himself if he keeps doing it, "Da Vinci said with his head down.
"Da vinci-"
"I'm very happy that he is the way he is ...", exclaimed Da Vinci as he looked at his little brother and couldn't help but smile, "... It's very clear that he likes to be the same, and I think that will never change. I think that we are very similar in that way ... And that's why I can't help but worry about him "
"...", Dylan let out a sigh through his nose, as his older brother, he could understand very well Da Vinci's feeling of concern for Dewey.
"Dylan, can you please keep this a secret?", Da Vinci requested, "I know it's a lot to ask, but ... I promise I will find a way to help Dewey with this as his older sister so that you don't have to worry "
"...", Dylan was silent and pondered for a few seconds. His vision being exchanged between Dewey and Da Vinci.
"Are you ... Are you sure you can take care of Dewey by yourself, Da Vinci?" Dylan asked.
Da Vinci quickly replied with complete conviction, "Yes."
That was all Dylan needed to hear.
"Okey then, I trust you. I'm going to keep the secret and leave you to help Dewey with ... this and everything else that may come up", Dylan told her to the great joy of the puppy who did not hesitate to rush in his direction and hug him.
"Thanks for understanding Dyaln"
"BUT ...", Dylan added raising a claw when his sister painter separated from him, "... Promise me that you will not hesitate to ask for help from me or Dolly or even our parents if you feel that Dewey is losing control in some point, is that okay? "
"I promise, Dylan"
"Well, I'm going to tell the other puppies not to go into the basement while you help Dewey with his ketchup obsession," Dylan said to his sister as he started to retire, "Good luck with that, sister."
¡Burp! *
Dewey let out a tender burp. Separating himself from the ketchup, he saw with wide eyes his sister Da Vinci who was looking at him with a scolding expression.
"Pika-Chuu ...?" (I'm in trouble ...?)
"Yes"
~((Continue))~
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