The paranormal adventures of King: Magnet for the weird
Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 11:44 am
On normal friday's, King would most likely sleep till noon before begrudgingly leaving the sanctuary of his bed sheets. There simply wasn’t a lot of things he needed to do in mornings that couldn’t get done later in the day. Such is the simple life of a dog.
Simple. Right...
As I’m sure you know, King is not like most dogs. Even ignoring the fact that he used to be human, it seemed like the poor corgi was a magnet for weird stuff. Inter-dimensional games of Dungeons and Dragons, psychic pomeranians, show dogs who came on way too strong (He was still repressing that particular memory).
King’s only respite from the insanity of his life was that it, for the most part, only lasted but a few moments and did not dominate his life 24/7. So every time he has a vision of three gargantuan titans snacking on Mountain Dew and Doritos, he can take comfort in knowing that he will ‘wake-up’ moments later and his ‘simple dog life’ can continue.
Take today for instance: As said, King would find himself still asleep at this time. But the corgi willed himself out of bed at the hour of 7:00 and preceded to go about his daily rituals with just a slight bit more gusto than usual.
Why you may ask? It is because our little corgi has a date.
Whether it be a date with Bailey, the down-to-earth cousin of his best friend Fox, or a date with destiny? I’ll let you decide.
Five minutes past nine, right after King had put on his collar after a refreshing shower (Some human rituals were hard to give up) the doorbell signaled the female husky’s arrival. King opened the door to receive a flying hug from Bailey.
“Hey handsome, you ready to go?” She asked.
King was about to answer when three hyperactive wolf cubs zipped their way to their surrogate older brother’s side.
“Oooooh! King’s got a girlfriend!”
“‘Oh Bailey, my love!’”
“Kissy-Kissy”
Rather than give them the satisfaction of seeing him flustered and red in front of Bailey, King gave a slight smirk to the cubs. “Gee, Lucretia is still wondering where her vases are. I wonder what would happen if I told her they were buried in the back yard.”
With that, the wolf cubs quickly shut their mouths and ran up the stairs.
Bailey simply laughed. “Nicely done.”
King gave a humble shrug. “I’ve had some practice. Shall we?” He said offering his arm to the husky gal which she took without hesitation.
About an hour later, they had already gotten into trading stories over dinner at The Kennel, a dog operated restaurant owned by the Good Ol’ Dogs club (King was still amazed by how organized the pets in this town were. Much more that the pets he had traveled with when he was a boy). It wasn’t much, in fact it was little more than some tables in a dead-end alley and a small band playing light music, but it did its job.
“...So I tell him ‘Yes, you can take the pig if you want it but trust me when I say it’s not going to help.’”
King couldn’t help but snicker at the story. He had to admit, this was... nice. Sitting at a restaurant, eating a nice meal with a girlfriend of all things. An actual-if-a-rather-fluffy girlfriend. It was normal.
He missed normal sometimes.
“I have to say Bailey, I’m really glad you decided to come down for the weekend.” King said, taking Bailey’s hand in his own.
Bailey gave a big toothy grin, blushing slightly. “It’d be hard to keep a relationship if I stayed up in Kansas all the time. Besides, Uncle Bill was more than happy to give me place to crash while I’m here.”
The two continued to eat their food and simply talk. They talked about the various misadventures they each got into (King being sure to leave out the parts that would make him appear to be a complete lunatic) and, eventually, talked about television, movies, music, anything that crossed their minds
It continued like this until Bailey’s train of thought was interrupted by a sudden change in the bands playing. Bailey closed her eyes and smiled. “I love this song.”
At her words, King gave a quick glance to the band and focused on the music. He didn’t think they were playing any song in particular, just a few nice sounding notes for ambiance. At the same time though it gave him an idea. He gave a quick glance to his plate and then hers. Both were clean save for a few scraps so their was really nothing keeping them confined to their table. With that thought in mind, he got up and walked over to his date, presenting his hand to her.
Bailey gave a quick look to the hand before smiling at King, taking his hand as it guided her to the dance floor. They were not the only couple dancing so they were saved from the embarrassment of dancing alone in public. Neither were masters of the art to be sure, and they both definitely stumbled on their feet more than once. But as the music continued, the two became more comfortable in their roles moving this way and that. King smiled at his date, having the time of his life, when something strange caught the corner of his eye.
First off, it was a cat. That itself was strange enough as The Kennel was dogs only. How the cat got past the bouncers was beyond him. Second, the cat seemed to be looking directly at Bailey. Third... Actually there was no third because King didn’t have time to think of one because he was charging at Bailey!
“Look out!” King managed to blurt out before shoving Bailey out of the way of the mad cat’s charge. The cat ran past them towards one the tables in the alley. But instead of slamming into it the cat, never once losing stride, propped his foot on the edge of the table and lifted himself skyward. Twisting himself in the air, he landed back on his feet facing King.
Now King had time to think of a ‘third’: He looked very angry.
King was ready to defend himself if need be... But it became a moot point when Bailey, apparently overcoming the shock of the cat’s attempted assault, made her own charge at her would be assailant.
At this point, the restaurant was in chaos with patrons and staff screaming and scrambling for the exit. Good thing too as the tussle between Bailey and the cat quickly escalated into an all out brawl. King couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Bailey was dodging and blocking every single one of the cat’s blows while landing some heavy hit of her own. Amidst all the chaos, King noticed that she wasn’t just brawling. There was technique and form in the way she moved. Her blows perfectly place to cripple the cat and keep him at a distance. This wasn’t something one could just pick up. Someone taught her how to move as she did.
She was trained to fight like this.
The fight continued to tear up the establishment, the only thing keeping King from joining the fray was the fear of simply getting in the way. Bailey managed to push the cat back giving ample opportunities to deal more and more heavy blows. But the cat noticed from the corner of his eye a simple salt shaker. Seeing little other option, he grabbed it and shook a good deal of salt at his opponents face.
Bailey’s eyes stung from the sneak attack. She willed herself to ignore the pain for now but that moments hesitation was all the cat needed. As Bailey staggered back, tears forming in her eyes, the cat lunged at her grabbing her by the throat and pinning her down on the floor.
The cat squeezed with all of his might, hoping to see the light in her eyes dwindle away. That’s when a leg of one of the restaurant’s chairs, broken off during the fight, smacked him across the face. The sudden impact forced him to release his hold on Bailey allowing her breath again.
King stood facing the cat, brandishing the chair leg like a sword. “Stay away from her!” King screamed, every word laced with venom.
Then the cat screamed back at him.
As the sound hit King’s eardrums, he fell to the ground in writhing pain. The sound this cat, this... creature was making was unlike anything King had ever heard. After too long, the screaming subsided yet King still laid on the ground in pain. He saw the cat standing above him as he unsheathed his claws. The claws kept growing like past the point of normalcy till they were more like narrow daggers. The cat screeched again in a terrible pitch before swinging his claws down towards King’s face. King closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable when... It never came.
He risked himself to open a single eye slightly, the shock of what he saw opened them both as wide as possible. There was the cat with his claws, still unsheathed, hanging limply at his side and a glazed look in his eyes. King’s eyes traveled south towards his chest where the chair leg was jutting out of the very center. There was no blood, only a black gaping hole. The blackness seemed to spread throughout the cat’s entire body until, finally, the blackness completely dispersed into thin air leaving no evidence the cat ever existed. Standing just behind where the cat had been was Bailey, chair leg in hand.
“Freaking vampires.” She spat as if she had just swatted a particularly annoying fly. She looked down at her boyfriends terrified face. “I guess I owe you an explanation.”
Simple. Right...
As I’m sure you know, King is not like most dogs. Even ignoring the fact that he used to be human, it seemed like the poor corgi was a magnet for weird stuff. Inter-dimensional games of Dungeons and Dragons, psychic pomeranians, show dogs who came on way too strong (He was still repressing that particular memory).
King’s only respite from the insanity of his life was that it, for the most part, only lasted but a few moments and did not dominate his life 24/7. So every time he has a vision of three gargantuan titans snacking on Mountain Dew and Doritos, he can take comfort in knowing that he will ‘wake-up’ moments later and his ‘simple dog life’ can continue.
Take today for instance: As said, King would find himself still asleep at this time. But the corgi willed himself out of bed at the hour of 7:00 and preceded to go about his daily rituals with just a slight bit more gusto than usual.
Why you may ask? It is because our little corgi has a date.
Whether it be a date with Bailey, the down-to-earth cousin of his best friend Fox, or a date with destiny? I’ll let you decide.
Five minutes past nine, right after King had put on his collar after a refreshing shower (Some human rituals were hard to give up) the doorbell signaled the female husky’s arrival. King opened the door to receive a flying hug from Bailey.
“Hey handsome, you ready to go?” She asked.
King was about to answer when three hyperactive wolf cubs zipped their way to their surrogate older brother’s side.
“Oooooh! King’s got a girlfriend!”
“‘Oh Bailey, my love!’”
“Kissy-Kissy”
Rather than give them the satisfaction of seeing him flustered and red in front of Bailey, King gave a slight smirk to the cubs. “Gee, Lucretia is still wondering where her vases are. I wonder what would happen if I told her they were buried in the back yard.”
With that, the wolf cubs quickly shut their mouths and ran up the stairs.
Bailey simply laughed. “Nicely done.”
King gave a humble shrug. “I’ve had some practice. Shall we?” He said offering his arm to the husky gal which she took without hesitation.
About an hour later, they had already gotten into trading stories over dinner at The Kennel, a dog operated restaurant owned by the Good Ol’ Dogs club (King was still amazed by how organized the pets in this town were. Much more that the pets he had traveled with when he was a boy). It wasn’t much, in fact it was little more than some tables in a dead-end alley and a small band playing light music, but it did its job.
“...So I tell him ‘Yes, you can take the pig if you want it but trust me when I say it’s not going to help.’”
King couldn’t help but snicker at the story. He had to admit, this was... nice. Sitting at a restaurant, eating a nice meal with a girlfriend of all things. An actual-if-a-rather-fluffy girlfriend. It was normal.
He missed normal sometimes.
“I have to say Bailey, I’m really glad you decided to come down for the weekend.” King said, taking Bailey’s hand in his own.
Bailey gave a big toothy grin, blushing slightly. “It’d be hard to keep a relationship if I stayed up in Kansas all the time. Besides, Uncle Bill was more than happy to give me place to crash while I’m here.”
The two continued to eat their food and simply talk. They talked about the various misadventures they each got into (King being sure to leave out the parts that would make him appear to be a complete lunatic) and, eventually, talked about television, movies, music, anything that crossed their minds
It continued like this until Bailey’s train of thought was interrupted by a sudden change in the bands playing. Bailey closed her eyes and smiled. “I love this song.”
At her words, King gave a quick glance to the band and focused on the music. He didn’t think they were playing any song in particular, just a few nice sounding notes for ambiance. At the same time though it gave him an idea. He gave a quick glance to his plate and then hers. Both were clean save for a few scraps so their was really nothing keeping them confined to their table. With that thought in mind, he got up and walked over to his date, presenting his hand to her.
Bailey gave a quick look to the hand before smiling at King, taking his hand as it guided her to the dance floor. They were not the only couple dancing so they were saved from the embarrassment of dancing alone in public. Neither were masters of the art to be sure, and they both definitely stumbled on their feet more than once. But as the music continued, the two became more comfortable in their roles moving this way and that. King smiled at his date, having the time of his life, when something strange caught the corner of his eye.
First off, it was a cat. That itself was strange enough as The Kennel was dogs only. How the cat got past the bouncers was beyond him. Second, the cat seemed to be looking directly at Bailey. Third... Actually there was no third because King didn’t have time to think of one because he was charging at Bailey!
“Look out!” King managed to blurt out before shoving Bailey out of the way of the mad cat’s charge. The cat ran past them towards one the tables in the alley. But instead of slamming into it the cat, never once losing stride, propped his foot on the edge of the table and lifted himself skyward. Twisting himself in the air, he landed back on his feet facing King.
Now King had time to think of a ‘third’: He looked very angry.
King was ready to defend himself if need be... But it became a moot point when Bailey, apparently overcoming the shock of the cat’s attempted assault, made her own charge at her would be assailant.
At this point, the restaurant was in chaos with patrons and staff screaming and scrambling for the exit. Good thing too as the tussle between Bailey and the cat quickly escalated into an all out brawl. King couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Bailey was dodging and blocking every single one of the cat’s blows while landing some heavy hit of her own. Amidst all the chaos, King noticed that she wasn’t just brawling. There was technique and form in the way she moved. Her blows perfectly place to cripple the cat and keep him at a distance. This wasn’t something one could just pick up. Someone taught her how to move as she did.
She was trained to fight like this.
The fight continued to tear up the establishment, the only thing keeping King from joining the fray was the fear of simply getting in the way. Bailey managed to push the cat back giving ample opportunities to deal more and more heavy blows. But the cat noticed from the corner of his eye a simple salt shaker. Seeing little other option, he grabbed it and shook a good deal of salt at his opponents face.
Bailey’s eyes stung from the sneak attack. She willed herself to ignore the pain for now but that moments hesitation was all the cat needed. As Bailey staggered back, tears forming in her eyes, the cat lunged at her grabbing her by the throat and pinning her down on the floor.
The cat squeezed with all of his might, hoping to see the light in her eyes dwindle away. That’s when a leg of one of the restaurant’s chairs, broken off during the fight, smacked him across the face. The sudden impact forced him to release his hold on Bailey allowing her breath again.
King stood facing the cat, brandishing the chair leg like a sword. “Stay away from her!” King screamed, every word laced with venom.
Then the cat screamed back at him.
As the sound hit King’s eardrums, he fell to the ground in writhing pain. The sound this cat, this... creature was making was unlike anything King had ever heard. After too long, the screaming subsided yet King still laid on the ground in pain. He saw the cat standing above him as he unsheathed his claws. The claws kept growing like past the point of normalcy till they were more like narrow daggers. The cat screeched again in a terrible pitch before swinging his claws down towards King’s face. King closed his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable when... It never came.
He risked himself to open a single eye slightly, the shock of what he saw opened them both as wide as possible. There was the cat with his claws, still unsheathed, hanging limply at his side and a glazed look in his eyes. King’s eyes traveled south towards his chest where the chair leg was jutting out of the very center. There was no blood, only a black gaping hole. The blackness seemed to spread throughout the cat’s entire body until, finally, the blackness completely dispersed into thin air leaving no evidence the cat ever existed. Standing just behind where the cat had been was Bailey, chair leg in hand.
“Freaking vampires.” She spat as if she had just swatted a particularly annoying fly. She looked down at her boyfriends terrified face. “I guess I owe you an explanation.”