Chapter Three: Preparation!
"FAKER, YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS MINUTE," Shadow yelled, making a last minute turn in the hallways of his house.
Faker grinned like crazy and bounced about, jumping over tables and couches and chairs, all the while with a pair of very familiar hover skates in between his canine teeth. Droplets of dog drool pooled randomly on the polished wooden floors.
Confused? Well, let's go back a little bit of time and see how this all played out.
It was six o' clock in the morning and Shadow forced himself up to go search up information about how to take care of dogs, what foods to keep them away from, and how much food a dog like his needed to eat.
He was still tired and his eyes were still sore, clouded with sleep. Just as he was on a page, reading about how grape was actually not good for dogs, he heard shuffling behind him and glanced back to see his pet drooling over his hover skates.
Feeling a vein pop, he stood up from his chair and slowly made his way towards his pet. "Faker…" the word slipped out. Huh. It could make for a good name. "Give that back."
Faker glanced at his owner with curious emeralds before snorting and going back to gnawing at the sides – the red parts – of the shoes.
"Why you little…" Shadow started. Faker seemed to see the pissed off expression his master's face held and knew that he had to run or else he's gonna be punished severely.
So, with that, he zipped off and out of the room. And that's how he got an angry hedgehog on his fluffy tail.
The blue dog jumped onto the dining table and knocked some of the cups and bowls over, luckily, none of them fell onto the floor.
He jumped off again once he saw Shadow right behind him and soon enough, he was rounded into a corner.
"Gotcha."
As the dark hedgehog moved closer with an ominously slow pace, Faker backed up as much as he could…before putting down the act and slipping between his master's legs. He looked back with wide eyes and bared a little of his teeth, as if smirking, mocking at how he wasn't smart enough.
Faker then crashed into something. He backed up a little and shook his head, and for a second loose fur flew everywhere, before he saw that Shadow was right in front of him. How the heck did he…?
Said hedgehog grabbed Faker by the cuff of his neck and lifted him up. "Give my shoes back."
Faker blinked. And then he tightened his hold on the skates as if his life depended on it.
As the two tugged back and forth, the master raised his hand as in a warning that he was going to hit the pet…and the pet whimpered. But he still didn't let go.
Deciding not to hit him, Shadow sighed and scratched softly at the dog's chin and made short and brief kissy sounds. 'I can't believe I'm doing this…' Shadow grimaced as he murmured for Faker to let go and give his shoes back.
Faker's pupils enlarged as he relaxed and loosened his jaw around the skates. And Shadow tugged it away in one swift motion to prevent the dog from getting second thoughts and make attempts to take the skates back.
The mischievous pet was released onto the ground. Before he could roam around again though, Shadow carefully told the dog to stay good in the house and not make a mess.
Putting on his slimy skates, he waddled over to the doorstep awkwardly, and before he could make it fully out the door, he looked back and glared at Faker as a warning and a silent threat that if he came home and the home was a complete and utter mess, he would surely regret it for the rest of his life.
The only response Faker gave him was a loud and long lasting stomach growl.
…Shadow didn't know how to react.
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The GUN Agent called the Commander and requested for a day off, and not surprisingly, they had argued quite long about it, before the hedgehog abruptly hung up, annoyed and frustrated at how ignorant the other was.
People stopped what they were doing and looked at him weird, just like yesterday. Except this time, it's of confusion and slight fear. Shadow figured it was just his vibes…other people consider them to be extremely negative when he wasn't exactly happy.
Cling-ding-ding…
The trinkets jingled as the door swung open, and Shadow walked inside the pet store, a place he thought he would never have to enter. After looking through all the isles, he gathered up most of the stuff he needed: Folding gates, a bag of dog food, a collar and leash, a few chew toys, grooming brushes, and food/water bowls. He hesitated on picking up a dog bed, but did it anyway. He's got the money. Wouldn't want that dog to sleep on his bed all the time…
The cashier named a price and he paid, simple as that.
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Meanwhile, a certain blue and white colored dog with fluffy clean fur panted and stared at the refrigerator. Oooh, man, the things in that box probably contains some really good stuff…
He raised a paw…then set it down again. Should he open it? Should he try to open it? His stomach growled, and he whimpered and backed away from the box and laid down.
And he got up again, and ran all the way over to the refrigerator. But he couldn't do it. He backed away again.
I'm so hungry! When's he coming back? I think he's Shadow. Uh. Shadow. Yeah. When's he coming back?...Why am I even waiting? I don't have to listen. Right?
The hunger fought off the rest of his doubts, and he stood on his hind legs and grabbed at the vertical handles of the refrigerator. Feeling the cold air hit him, Faker backed away and looked over what was in it.
His eyes widened into the size of dinner plates as he saw something that looked absolutely delicious. His nose twitched, and drool dripped to the floor as the smell of chili and sausage hit him hard.
Gotta have that piece of heaven.
He practically pounced at it and growled at the food. He dragged the paper plate holding three chilidogs on there down onto the floor, some of the sauce splattering onto the polished wooden kitchen floor. He glared at it some more, as if checking to see if it was alive, before chomping half of one off, then stuffed the rest of it in his mouth.
He almost didn't hear the creak the door made.
The blue dog looked up from his meal and saw a black and red hedgehog staring at him, right in the middle of closing the door. Click. His owner shut the door but his eyes never left the dog. Shadow's mouth hung open, somehow not expecting Faker to do something like this. Somehow.
Shadow shook his head and hid the keys in his quills just in case Doggy tried to get it off the counter and eat it. Then, as if his pet wasn't present in the kitchen, he set up the two feeding and drinking bowls and slit open the bag of dog food, sighing as he heard the kibbles spill into the bowl with clacking noises. And what do you know? The next moment, Faker was already next to him and panting away, with the half finished chilidogs lying on the floor, abandoned.
The dog barely felt the menacing crimson glare and stared at the little pebbles of brown stuff in his bowl curiously. His instincts told him that they were good…but he had no idea what they were. He leaned in close and sniffed it before turning and looking at Shadow, as if asking what the heck those things were. Were those hamster poop or something?
"It's food." He paused. "Your food. Those things?" he pointed at the chilidogs on the floor, torn apart. "That's mine."
Faker blinked. He sneezed, then turned around and sniffed at the kibbles some more.
Shadow threw out the chilidogs and wiped the floor, listening to his little pet omnomnoming. None too gracefully and quietly, for your information.
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Yep, that's it for this chapter. Happy omnomnoming.