Gift of Malums (Living Depends on You)
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:50 pm
Hello, I call myself justacritic, and within the past week I discovered the webcomic named Housepets. I wish I found out about it much earlier but there's no changing the past I suppose. Now I've been bit with the urge to write fanfiction. And so far I should state that the universe of Housepets belongs to Rick Griffin, some of his characters might appear in later chapters and credit and copyright is given to where it is due. And so here comes a tale for your (hopefully) enjoyment.
Please critique thank you.
****SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!!!!!*****
The oncoming headlights, the impact, the approaching chill, and then the loss of consciousness, those were the last things that he remembered. What had escaped his mind was, who was this doing the remembering?
“Mom! Dad! He woke up!” This came from bright yellow Labrador who was standing on two legs. “Are you alright? Our car crashed into you and you’ve haven’t woken up for three days.” He was only met with a blank stare. “Helloooo?” A paw was waved in front of the newcomer’s face but there was no reaction.
Okay, there’s a dog, he’s walking, and he’s talking to me. “I must be hallucinating, dogs don’t talk.”
“Ummm, did you hit your head?” The Labrador asked.
“Probably, figment of my imagination, I’m just going to go back to sleep and everything will alright when I wake up.” He moved to pull the covers over his head and stopped. What he was using to pull on the blankets were paws, now that he was able to take in everything, he saw that he was in a basket, the Labrador was taller than him, but what was the last straw was when he caught sight of a mirror. In the reflection was a dog that mimicked his every movement. There was a rather nervous laugh and then he fainted.
“Biscuit? Did he wake up?” A woman came in with another dog in shades of light brown and yellow and a cat that was orange. Both cat and dog were holding on to the woman’s legs.
“Yeah mom, he said some weird things and then fainted.” He gestured to the unconscious dog in the basket. The dog named Biscuit shrugged and said. “I don’t think he’s alright though, he must have hit his head hard mom.”
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Can’t we keep him? I’ve always wanted a younger brother!” The slightly brown dog bounced on the woman’s leg with a look of cheerful hope. “We saw he doesn’t have a collar, he probably doesn’t have any parents. Can’t he live with us?”
“Now Cookie, while both your father and I always wanted another child in our family, shouldn’t we ask the poor boy? After all he might have just lost his collar.” Mom ruffled Cookie’s hair and went back upstairs to the living room.
“Sorry squirt” The cat smiled and bumped Cookie’s head. “But you’ll always be our little baby brother to us.” He followed his mother back up the stairs as well.
“Oh come on Monty don’t tease Cookie too much.” Biscuit said and ushered his brother out of the basement up the stairs. “It will be fun to have another brother around, but right now he’s out of it so let’s leave him alone for now.” The Labrador closed the door behind him leaving the unconscious dog in darkness.
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That same unconscious dog woke up in the morning, in a slow laborious process. The early morning grogginess soon gave to way to sudden horrible recollection. He looked down then up. After that he slowly gazed back down on the sight of his entire body. It wasn’t too bad; he still had all his limbs and various body parts, the only problem was that they belonged to a different species. Okay then, either I must be going crazy, or… okay I must have gone insane.
What happened? He remembered taking a walk on the street at night and then it started to rain. Maybe running onto the crosswalk wasn’t the best idea but he didn’t have an umbrella. Then came the screech of tires and that was the limit of his memory of past events.
“Hello!” A brown dog bounced beside him. “You’re awake now right? I’m Cookie! You’ve met my brother Biscuit yesterday. What’s your name? Do you have an owner? If you don’t could you please live with us? I’ve always wanted a younger brother! Please, please, please?” The dog gave a pitiful puppy dog eyes stare, sweet enough to satisfy the sugar cravings of a horde of rabid kids.
“I don’t have an owner, I am actually a…” But his voice choked off and when he tried to state his name he came upon another problem. He couldn’t think about it, he could remember having a name in the first place, but what it was and everything else, from the letters, the order and even his last name eluded him. In short it was annoying.
“Mom! Mom! He’s a stray, he doesn’t have anybody can’t he live with us?” Cookie pleaded to the woman that had just come down the stairs.
“Now, now Cookie” the woman patted the dog on the head. “ You’ll have to forgive Cookie, he’s been the youngest in our family for so long. Are you alright? I’m Mrs. Sweet. The vet couldn’t tell us if you would ever wake up.”
“No I’m fine Miss.” As fine as any other person who just woke up to find that now he’s a different species. “I’m a little confused though, what happened?”
The woman’s face took on a concerned look. “Well, we were coming back home from grocery shopping, when there was a huge downpour. It came out of nowhere, and the news said that it was a freak rainstorm. My husband slowed down the car and turned on the high beams so we don’t understand too well how we managed to hit you. I don’t suppose you live around here?”
I’m in a place where cats and dogs talk and walk on two legs, I must be a long way from home then. “No, I don’t live anywhere near here.” The confused dog replied.
“Well do you have an owner then? We couldn’t see any collar on your neck.” Mrs. Sweet said, when this was replied by a shake of the head she smiled. “You could live with us then, we’ve thought about adopting one more child but we’ve haven’t found our kids liked yet.”
“Come on please, won’t you come live with us?” Cookie pleaded, “Even Monty doesn’t really dislike you.” Pointing to the orange cat that was rolling his eyes.
“It’s your decision” said the dog named Biscuit “We’ll help you even if you don’t want to live with us.”
The stares of this family gazing at him, one who couldn’t remember his own name was unsettling. Considering all the options that were available, there weren’t many. He was in a strange place, operating by different rules, and in an entirely different body. Probably the only other alternative was to go to a pound… not an enjoyable prospect. “Okay then, I’ll live with you, if you’ll have me.”
“Yay! You’ll be my new brother then! You’re going to love it here in Avalon Hills!” Cookie hugged the basket ridden dog much to his shock.
Mrs. Sweet smiled “I’ll have to fill out some paperwork first but welcome to the Sweet family.”
As Biscuit and Mont came up to congratulate the newest addition to the family, there was only one thought in his mind. Life just got a little more interesting…
To be Continued
Edit:Changed the title, this might work for now 2-3-2012
Please critique thank you.
****SCREEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!!!!!*****
The oncoming headlights, the impact, the approaching chill, and then the loss of consciousness, those were the last things that he remembered. What had escaped his mind was, who was this doing the remembering?
“Mom! Dad! He woke up!” This came from bright yellow Labrador who was standing on two legs. “Are you alright? Our car crashed into you and you’ve haven’t woken up for three days.” He was only met with a blank stare. “Helloooo?” A paw was waved in front of the newcomer’s face but there was no reaction.
Okay, there’s a dog, he’s walking, and he’s talking to me. “I must be hallucinating, dogs don’t talk.”
“Ummm, did you hit your head?” The Labrador asked.
“Probably, figment of my imagination, I’m just going to go back to sleep and everything will alright when I wake up.” He moved to pull the covers over his head and stopped. What he was using to pull on the blankets were paws, now that he was able to take in everything, he saw that he was in a basket, the Labrador was taller than him, but what was the last straw was when he caught sight of a mirror. In the reflection was a dog that mimicked his every movement. There was a rather nervous laugh and then he fainted.
“Biscuit? Did he wake up?” A woman came in with another dog in shades of light brown and yellow and a cat that was orange. Both cat and dog were holding on to the woman’s legs.
“Yeah mom, he said some weird things and then fainted.” He gestured to the unconscious dog in the basket. The dog named Biscuit shrugged and said. “I don’t think he’s alright though, he must have hit his head hard mom.”
“Mom! Mom! Mom! Can’t we keep him? I’ve always wanted a younger brother!” The slightly brown dog bounced on the woman’s leg with a look of cheerful hope. “We saw he doesn’t have a collar, he probably doesn’t have any parents. Can’t he live with us?”
“Now Cookie, while both your father and I always wanted another child in our family, shouldn’t we ask the poor boy? After all he might have just lost his collar.” Mom ruffled Cookie’s hair and went back upstairs to the living room.
“Sorry squirt” The cat smiled and bumped Cookie’s head. “But you’ll always be our little baby brother to us.” He followed his mother back up the stairs as well.
“Oh come on Monty don’t tease Cookie too much.” Biscuit said and ushered his brother out of the basement up the stairs. “It will be fun to have another brother around, but right now he’s out of it so let’s leave him alone for now.” The Labrador closed the door behind him leaving the unconscious dog in darkness.
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That same unconscious dog woke up in the morning, in a slow laborious process. The early morning grogginess soon gave to way to sudden horrible recollection. He looked down then up. After that he slowly gazed back down on the sight of his entire body. It wasn’t too bad; he still had all his limbs and various body parts, the only problem was that they belonged to a different species. Okay then, either I must be going crazy, or… okay I must have gone insane.
What happened? He remembered taking a walk on the street at night and then it started to rain. Maybe running onto the crosswalk wasn’t the best idea but he didn’t have an umbrella. Then came the screech of tires and that was the limit of his memory of past events.
“Hello!” A brown dog bounced beside him. “You’re awake now right? I’m Cookie! You’ve met my brother Biscuit yesterday. What’s your name? Do you have an owner? If you don’t could you please live with us? I’ve always wanted a younger brother! Please, please, please?” The dog gave a pitiful puppy dog eyes stare, sweet enough to satisfy the sugar cravings of a horde of rabid kids.
“I don’t have an owner, I am actually a…” But his voice choked off and when he tried to state his name he came upon another problem. He couldn’t think about it, he could remember having a name in the first place, but what it was and everything else, from the letters, the order and even his last name eluded him. In short it was annoying.
“Mom! Mom! He’s a stray, he doesn’t have anybody can’t he live with us?” Cookie pleaded to the woman that had just come down the stairs.
“Now, now Cookie” the woman patted the dog on the head. “ You’ll have to forgive Cookie, he’s been the youngest in our family for so long. Are you alright? I’m Mrs. Sweet. The vet couldn’t tell us if you would ever wake up.”
“No I’m fine Miss.” As fine as any other person who just woke up to find that now he’s a different species. “I’m a little confused though, what happened?”
The woman’s face took on a concerned look. “Well, we were coming back home from grocery shopping, when there was a huge downpour. It came out of nowhere, and the news said that it was a freak rainstorm. My husband slowed down the car and turned on the high beams so we don’t understand too well how we managed to hit you. I don’t suppose you live around here?”
I’m in a place where cats and dogs talk and walk on two legs, I must be a long way from home then. “No, I don’t live anywhere near here.” The confused dog replied.
“Well do you have an owner then? We couldn’t see any collar on your neck.” Mrs. Sweet said, when this was replied by a shake of the head she smiled. “You could live with us then, we’ve thought about adopting one more child but we’ve haven’t found our kids liked yet.”
“Come on please, won’t you come live with us?” Cookie pleaded, “Even Monty doesn’t really dislike you.” Pointing to the orange cat that was rolling his eyes.
“It’s your decision” said the dog named Biscuit “We’ll help you even if you don’t want to live with us.”
The stares of this family gazing at him, one who couldn’t remember his own name was unsettling. Considering all the options that were available, there weren’t many. He was in a strange place, operating by different rules, and in an entirely different body. Probably the only other alternative was to go to a pound… not an enjoyable prospect. “Okay then, I’ll live with you, if you’ll have me.”
“Yay! You’ll be my new brother then! You’re going to love it here in Avalon Hills!” Cookie hugged the basket ridden dog much to his shock.
Mrs. Sweet smiled “I’ll have to fill out some paperwork first but welcome to the Sweet family.”
As Biscuit and Mont came up to congratulate the newest addition to the family, there was only one thought in his mind. Life just got a little more interesting…
To be Continued
Edit:Changed the title, this might work for now 2-3-2012