Disclaimer: For short number three, we focus on Walton View's Tritagonist, Angel! Enjoy!

Also, I don't own any of Disney's characters.

Walton View Prologue Shorts Three: Angel

A Pomeranian/Husky Mix who looked the same age as Scamp was looking at a gun safety guide outside a shady looking house. She was making sure she got everything down while preparing herself to hold and use the gun properly. She spoke out loud when motioning the gun. "Okay. Both paws on, and aim it forward..." She looked forward and started aiming the gun. "And now we aim this bitch..." She fired the first bullet of the gun, successfully hitting a tin can and pumping her fist after doing so. "Yes! Eat that society! Kids my age CAN use guns!"

The Pomeranian turned the safety off of her gun as a grown up Doberman opened up the door and started shouting at her. "Hey! Angel!" Angel looked to the Doberman, who started criticizing her for being so loud. "You want the entire block to hear ya!? You know we can't let anyone find out you're living here!"

Angel put her gun away as she reminded the Doberman of what she wanted to do with her life. "Maybe if you would tell me why you're on the run from everyone, I wouldn't feel the need to get ready for when your enemies find me."

"Angel baby," The Doberman started with Angel cringing at the use of that nickname. "you know I'll protect you no matter what."

Angel scoffed before walking over to a basketball to start playing with that. "Your friends protect me more than you do, Buster." Angel bent over to pick the basketball up with a butterfly coming by, and Angel was revealed to be bending over to release...

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...a ripe three second fart that made her butt vibrate as she killed the butterfly with a green cloud of spoiled meat. She smiled proudly before spinning the basketball on her right index finger before looking back at Buster. "Besides. It helps to know how to protect yourself."

Angel caught the basketball and walked over to the hoop with Buster getting a look at the calendar to find that school was starting up soon. He walked up to Angel as she was shooting some hoops for practice and landed a mid court shot. When Buster walked up to her, he placed a paw on her shoulder, which she found upsetting when she sensed his vibe. "You have three days before school starts, Angel."

Angel moved away from Buster, who gave her a creepy smile as she addressed the new school year. "Thanks for the reminder. Hoping I make the basketball team."

"Of course you will! You've been practicing all summer." Buster said encouragingly, and then he started complimenting her in ways that made her uncomfortable. "Not to mention, you're fast, strong, and you have the most fit body for any sport you'd wanna do."

Angel noticed Buster looking at the side of her butt and turned around as she tried to think of Buster's compliments positively. "Yeah, I... I guess you're right."

Angel started walking inside with her basketball with Buster walking behind her as he assured her that he was safe with her. "You don't have to be scared around me, Angel. We talked about this. You're my girl." Angel flinched at the mention of being Buster's 'girl'. That was something that always set her off. "And I'll do everything I can to protect you."

"I'm NOT your girl!" Angel insisted as she turned to Buster, seeming much more dominant than before. She walked over to where her room was, addressing her hatred for that title. "I don't belong to anyone." Angel stopped at her door as she turned around with what looked like a glare at Buster. It was clear that Buster messed up, and he tried to hide how nervous he was when she did. "I need some space. Let me know when lunch is ready."

Angel went into her room as Buster started worrying she was starting to catch on. He was able to hide it for this long, but there was always the risk of him being outed. He got a text and looked at his phone to find that it was from an Afghan Hound named Ruby. She was asking if he was free for tonight, and he replied with 'Yeah, I think I can find the time. You name the place and I'll be ready when you get home.'. Hiding his true colors from others was definitely stressful. Especially since it seemed that Angel was getting more and more aware.

Angel put her basketball down on her bed and went over to her bed, sitting down as she started thinking about things. She opened the drawer by her bedside table and pulled out a paper and looked closely at it. It was revealed to be an adoption paper she held onto a long time after that time ended. She sighed as she implied why she was staying with Buster despite getting weird vibes sometimes. "Still number six." This was the longest she'd had in a place that took her in.

Angel put the paper away as she started thinking about how her life was right now. When deep in thought, she started tossing her basketball up into the air and catching it while lying down on her bed. After being left behind by five different families, she was ready to accept any life that was handed to her. But was that really a good mentality to have? Was she really worthy of something better? She recently started questioning if she could trust Buster, despite the three months she'd lived with him for. But she couldn't bring herselfh to seek a more comfortable life.

She didn't want to be alone again.