Hunter ... never thought for a microsecond, in his entire life, that fate would ever bring him this kind of personalized hell in life that is his present now.

He still remembers when things were simpler, when he couldn't understand animals, when he had the option of simply saying no to his great-aunt Cruela De Vil when he asked her in such a "tender" way that he would search for and capture a bunch of Dalmatian puppies.

and now, by following the instructions of his great aunt Cruela, he is currently in custody ...

... for a horse ...

... In a public park ...

Hunter could be seen by any passer-by simply lost in thought, lying on one of the many benches in Camden Park, as Officer Pearl noted her professionalism by closely scrutinizing every movement of the child who had "charges" for kidnapping of puppies.

whelp, no human judgment had put these charges on him, quite the contrary, in fact, they dedicated an entire section to him on the cover of a magazine such as: 'Incredible Story !: Child Super Hero risks his life by rescuing lots of animals from a Illegal cargo ship on fire about to explode "Pg, 6" '.

You could see Hunter slightly scorched in the center of the cover with two dogs posing happily on his head, with him wearing his best boring expression, while all the other animals other than those two cubs avoided him as if from a zero patient who load with some kind of deadly disease will be treated, with uncomfortable expressions included.

The amount of selfies that he has had to reject since then, only decreased in number when a paparazzi indiscreetly found him digging from a bag of croquettes as if it were from any bag of fries.

Going back to the "charges", which he apparently had ...

¡It was the animal kingdom that put those charges on him!

Oh at least, that was the only explanation he could find ..., not really wanting to make an effort to find the neurons that were willing to be sacrificed in thinking too much about why a horse was watching him so closely, and in such an intense and professional way.

He sighed, so it seemed not the first time and more than likely not the last.

The only real reason he stay him in this park lying down, allowing Perl to believe that she was in control ... It was because he really had nowhere to go.

His condo.

He didn't want to, nor did he think he would be able to go back to that set of dark walls that he became so familiar with ... so that was not an option.

now he was cursed, out of the system, in his current curse he could now see entirely the strange society that revolved around the human ignorance produced by the digital age, and now, to add another Cross to his back, whenever he tried from eating normal food ... would start to vomiting her, the only reason he wasn't so hungry now was mainly because ...

"Oh hey Hunter!" a cheerfully greet come from a puppy names Dan, at the human boy lying on one of the benches that can't stop seeing the clouds lost in his reflections, "... look what Dixie and I got for you!" He introduced his sister, who was following behind him with a bag of medium-sized kibbles.

Hunter ... SIGH.

Hunter did not even acknowledge the attempts of both brothers, opting that it was much better, that since today was a beautiful sunny day, he really did not want to miss any of the clouds with abstract shapes that decorated his vision.

Dan remained frozen, introducing his sister and the bag of kibbles as he kept blinking for what seemed like the next 30 seconds.

"..."Dan just kept blinking at his unrecognized attempts to get Hunter's attention, before sighing and snapping two claws at Dixie," ... this isn't working, "he said," time to Plan B, Dixie. "

The cheerful Dixie nodded instantly.

Hunter's vision was suddenly obstructed by the snout of a small smiling pupp.

Hunter only raised an eyebrow, before his body turned into a mess of fluttering limbs, in unprecedented chaos, then fell off the bench with a slight * Thud *.

Dixie innocently watched with a nod like Hunter to do his best to wipe all the dog saliva off his face.

"Why!?" Hunter asked, as he only took his hands off his face when he was absolutely sure that they had already cleaned as much of the dog's saliva as possible, and none of it risked getting into his mouth or nose.

dan just shrugged, "you weren't responding," he replied, as if it was the most logical thing to send his sister to lick the faces of humans when they won't pay attention to them, "plus, we have little time to play before Perl come back, and Dylan realizes we're not really done cleaning all the bowls "

That was part of the punishment both brothers received for growling at their very loving adoptive father.

... Well ... Actually ... only Dixie really growled at Doug ...what his brother did could only be compared to a dog trying to imitate the speech of a platypus ... going on from that ...

Dan had to partake in one of the most awkward hugs, while apologizing to Doug on behalf of Dixie and him for ... Er, for both growling at him.

Needless to say, there were many tears involved ... of Doug, who bursting with joy accepted without hesitation the hug from one of his puppies who least enjoys physical contact, while squeezing the life out of the small and very sooo uncomfortable puppy known as Dan, which is hard to say was not the better at expressing yourself in such a physical way.

Physical displays of affection are her sister Dixie's apartment!

¡Not from him!

¡It was the worst punishment of all!

Dan had to suppress a chill after recalling that specific experience, before continuing to speak to Hunter, "We brought some toys with us this time," he continued to speak cheerfully as he rummaged through the bag in his back, "Dixie and I notice that some humans in the park like to throw things to fetch, Dixie i thought it was funny, so we brought you some things that you can throw to go find them, "

he continued speaking while also unpacking two bitten tennis balls and a red disc .

"Why are you two here?", That simple and flat question has become the only way Hunter deigns to greet this duo that does not stop bringing him food.

Dan paused for a moment, looking at the clouds with one paw on his chin, "ah, yes, one of life's greatest mysteries, isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything we do you know, like he had some kind of plan for us and stuff. I don't know, but that keeps me awake at night man "

Hunter blinked and just kept silent.

That answer was new.

"..., Red vs. Blue: Season 1 Episode 1 ", but he was no stranger to Rooster Teeth's popular internet web series.

Dan and Dixie only narrowed their eyes, before nodding approvingly.

He understood the reference

the last time they did it with Deepack things quickly escalated on the strangest and most spiritual side of the coin.

Dan: "you ... are officially 10% cooler than we expected, Hunter"

Hunter just rolled his eyes, sighing, "Whatever ... Why are you two here?" He repeated his question, "I am more than sure that you have about 97 brothers who would be more willing than me to play with you"

Dixie withered a bit at the mention of her brothers lowering their heads, "well ... you're not wrong" Dan quickly replied, "but ... lately things have been a little weird at home"

'weird ...?' Hunter raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, before speaking, "Define weird."

They give both ears a lift in the direction of Hunter, before putting a paw to his chin, "hmm ... Well, do you know Da Vinci? Dalmatian just like us, and does she have something for painting with his paws?"

Hunter just nodded, not really wanting to remember or speak about his past as a simple, sacrificial footman.

"She made you a picture," Dixie suddenly spoke, taking her brother a bit off guard, but as it came out more like a high-pitched whisper he doubt Hunter had the hearing necessary to hear her.

Hunter only raised an eyebrow, "What?" He asked in Dixie's direction.

"Er ...he-heem, "Dan cleared his throat," ... She dedicated a drawing to you "

"A drawing?" Hunter asked as he resumed his seat on the bench, "why would she do something like that?" He asked.

Dan just shrugged, "I'm beyond it," he said, "but ... well, it wasn't necessarily one of his best jobs, nothing pretty to see, I assure you."

Too much black for his taste.

"It was horrible," Dixie spoke / whispered again, again causing her brother to jump all kinds of worried alerts.

Guilt, Hunter was no stranger to feeling.

But for now the only thing that kept her out of or ignored her system was something as simple as knowledge.

the knowledge that he is now completely alone in this crazy world.

The still present knowledge that he must have died on that ship, that was the perfect place and time to leave.

He kept forcibly transporting himself in his dreams to that burning realm of death ...

... where all of this should have ended ... where his story should have ended ... where he had the strength to go.

Now ... He no longer has that strength or self-confidence, all he currently has left is a horrible feeling of void.

"Earth to Hunter!"

suddenly his vision was obstructed by the small paw of a puppy shaking on his face.

"Someone's in there!" Dan tapped Hunter's head three times as if a door was to be treated, "Come on, We don't have that much time to play !, and this is only depressing us all ", he jumped from the bench back to the ground where the toys he brought with him were.

Dixie and Hunter looked at Dan with wide eyes.

"Why don't we just forget that I opened my snout and said something about our home ..." Dan was upset with the droopy faces his sister and Hunter had, "... and instead we focused on what really matters now ... "

he leaned over and grabbed one of the balls he brought with him, and sighed a, "... play," he said, "after that," I raise a paw pointing at both of us, "and only after that! can we feel so bad as any of us is individually willing to feel "

Dixie and Hunter just blink for a moment, before SIGHING.

And that resignation will take the reins of their current moods, opting that maybe it was time to do something besides thinking about things that they had no control over, and only took them to existential alleys.

Dan and Dixie watched as Hunter slowly leaned in and took one of the bitten balls.

Hunter sighed as he played with the ball slipped in his hands, "... Fetch," with that the game of fetching the ball began.

Soon ... hunter would also end up joining in chasing the ball.

(To be continue)