You like to think you’re a real chill dude, like ice fucking cold, and a pretty magnanimous guy; I mean, most people would have obliterated their doubles after all. But no, you’re the king of chill, sitting on his icy throne on some mountain top and just letting it all go which is why you feed the old dog. Didn’t touch the chow you left last time so you’ve opted for some kibble mixed with wet food this time.
Just as you take a seat and start planning the bowl goes whizzing past your head and splatters against the screen.
“Really B Dawg?”
He simply growls in response
“Come on man you’re like, what, 40 now? You’re a bit to old to be throwing tantrums, dude.”
Another growl, a step forward. You like to think you’re a really chill dude but sometimes an old dog needs to learn some new tricks the hard way. The collar goes off and he’s out like a light and that just really
really
pisses you off. You grab his shirt before he hits the floor.
“Are you fucking for real? You’re Dave’s bogeyman? God, you’re pathetic; no wonder no one wanted you around even as a sprite.” You expected more from your beta counterpart, you expected a fighter beyond measure, and yet all you have is a dumb animal. It’s not the first time he’s cried in his sleep and seeing the tears just makes you gag.
You like to think you’re a real chill dude, like ice fucking cold, and a pretty magnanimous guy; instead of just dropping him on the floor you’re nice enough to drag the stupid dog back to his cage.
