Post by Tic-Tac on Oct 23, 2017 6:48:51 GMT -5
Breakfast was the most lively time of the day at Dearly Farm, and as always, even before the chow tower bell rang, pups gathered around the trough eagerly. Unable to resist the sweet siren call of kibble Lucky Dearly casually made his way across the farm to the tower.
"Monday's Mantra suggests today is a good day for fresh starts. Brand new beginnings! Ooooooh maybe we can actually show up to Bark Brigade class early for once!" Came a charming, and equally annoying voice to his left. Well, left and down. His little sister, Cadpig was considerably smaller than he was by a wide margin. He rolled his eyes at her cheerful rant and gave a quiet snort.
"I'll show up to class on time when Pug learns my name." he chuckled dryly.
"Luuuuucky, it wouldn't hurt to at least try to make it there before he starts one of his monologues. I don't know what the point would be, since he hops from topic to topic faster than a bunny on steroids, but it's the thought that counts." she giggled quietly. It gave way to a bewildered look of puzzlement when Lucky jerked to a sudden stop. They were right in front of the barn and he acted as if he'd just encountered an invisible window.
"Uh...? Earth to Lucky? Anyone home?" Cadpig asked, lifting her dainty little paw and waving it in front of Lucky's muzzle. The dalmatian didn't respond. He simply stared forward with the bubbling sneer of a growl tugging at his lips. Quietly, Cadpig scanned the farm, looking for the source of Lucky's sudden shift in mood.
There were dozens of dalmatian puppies loitering about the chow tower, waiting for the kibble to spill from the silo. Like a nutritious waterfall of bland, dry pellets. Of the numerous canines, Lucky spotted his best friend first and foremost. Like yesterday, the day before that, and the week before that, Rolly was first in line to receive the Chow Tower's fattening boons. It wasn't Rolly that drew the pup's ire, however.
No, for Lucky, that was reserved for when he spotted another canine, adjacent to the others. This one, unlike the others, didn't seem to anticipate the oncoming flood of food. He didn't seem to show any interest what-so-ever, and instead watched the others. Stoic and silent, he showed no expression, nor made a sound. His fur was somehow paler than the others on the farm. Bone-chillingly white with black splotches of color intermixed here and there. His most striking feature was what also gave him his name; across his left eye was a large O shaped spot and over his right an 'X.' These markings together granted him the name 'Tic-Tac' although, most of the denizens of the farm simply referred to him as 'Tac'
"Oh." Cadpig groaned when she also caught sight of the other pup. Next to her. Lucky's fur began to heckle along the back of his neck, and Cadpig reached out a paw to rest on his own. He had already started walking before she could make contact, though, and she found herself forced to sprint to catch up with his suddenly purposeful stride.
"Hey! Whoa, Lucky, down boy!" Cadpig squeaked. She was immediately, and utterly relieved when Lucky stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.
"What? I'm on high alert! You know what happens when he's around!" he barked. Cadpig winced and peered at Tac quietly. He hadn't moved from his spot. He simply stared at the other pups waiting near the chow tower. Cadpig wasn't sure he'd even noticed her and Lucky, and if he did, he certainly didn't show it. To put things mildly, Lucky and Tic-Tac did not get along. Well, no. If Cadpig had to put things mildly, 'getting along' didn't quite cut it. Tac was a genius with intelligence matched only by an alarming level of homicidal tendencies. To put it bluntly, the miserable little whelp was a psychopath.
"He's up to something!" Lucky growled quietly. Cadpig almost immediately shook her head.
"We don't know that, and if he is, it isn't like he's just going to tell us." She squeaked. "Maybe he's just hungry and he wants breakfast. Remember the Mantra today, Lucky! It's a day of new beginnings! Let's try and see if we can't make friends...and lure him into a false sense of security and finish him off when he isn't looking. " she said dryly. To her credit, the off-beat comment did manage to crack a smile in her brother's hardened demeanor.
"Please don't, Lucky. Just leave him alone. You'll regret talking to him. "Cadpig whimpered. It proved not enough to stop the escalating situation, and sadly, Cadpig watched as Lucky approached. Tac seemed to be especially good at baiting Lucky into confrontation and every single time, Lucky seemed to follow hook line and sinker. She sighed.
Tac, for what it was worth, barely glanced over when Lucky made his presence known. He was sitting under the shade of one of the trees in the front yard, isolated and well out of earshot from the others. He only glanced in Lucky's direction for a second before he turned back to monitoring the other dogs. Even in the sweltering July heat; Lucky could feel a bolt of ice race down his spine. Tac was definitely up to something. Rarely was Lucky able to get close unless Tac wanted him to be, and if that were the case, then it was already too late. It seemed like Tac was perpetually playing a game of chess with everyone else in the world and he was always two moves ahead.
"Hello stupid. Sniff any good butts today?"
Tac had broken the silence first with an insufferable little quip and Lucky found himself suddenly biting back a growl. This was always how it started. Tac was already messing with him. He narrowed his eyes and gave an angry huff.
"Can it. I know you're up to something. You don't step out of your stupid little tool shed unless you are. Whatever it is, you aren't getting away with it." Lucky growled. Tac snorted quietly, never taking his eyes away from the pups meandering around the chow tower. He flicked a dismissive paw at Lucky statement.
"Don't be silly, Lucky. I'm just doing an experiment, and I've already gotten away with it. Thirty-five minutes ago, I dumped a chemical compound into the silo. My own personal brew. Just a little something I cooked up, really. See, I'm only here to count bodies." Tac explained with a toothy grin. It was the grin that did him in. It's what hit home with Lucky. That empty, toothy, souless grin. The devil's grin. The sort of grin that fit the face of a psychopath. The sort of grin that betrayed the lack of empathy and compassion found in most creatures.
"You did what?" Lucky hissed. Tac pointed at the farm's denizens and rolled his shoulders.
"You heard me. You have exactly thirty-five seconds to warn everyone here. "the devil dog whispered, and returned to contently watch the seeds of carnage he planted take root. Lucky felt the growl in his throat bubbling to the surface. Immediately, Lucky turned to the trough. Puppies were gathered around it, eagerly waiting for it to fill with food! He had to warn them!
"You're lying." Lucky snarled. Tac's grin grew wider still and the puppy did the most frightening thing he could: He shrugged.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Better to be safe than sorry, right? Go on, Lucky. Go racing across the farm, screaming about poisoned food. Make a big scene. Make Rodger throw out an entire years food supply. I'm sure Pongo and Perdita will think you've been watching too much Thunderbolt. They'd take away your T.V. privileges probably. But, then, if I'm not lying...you get to watch your brothers and sisters die horribly...knowing full well what was about to happen to them. That makes you an accomplice. How could you possibly live with yourself after something like that? " Tac asked. Lucky's eyes flickered towards the other puppies and the chow tower.
"You wouldn't poison your own fa-" Lucky began, but Tac cut him off almost instantly with a harsh snarl.
"You're no family of mine. I was kidnapped by Cruella and ended up here on this miserable mudball of a farm, with you idiots. I can't go home and that's all that I want. You are not my brothers, and I'd happily watch each and every one of them drown in poison. Anyway...You have ten seconds to make a move, Lucky, tick-tock." Tac purred and gestured towards the house, where Nanny had exited. She was heading towards the Tower...
Lucky bit his lower lip, whimpering quietly at the sadistic choice laid out to him. If he went screaming to the others about Tac's supposed poison, he'd look like a mad dog if Tac was bluffing, but if he was serious...no...no he couldn't be. It wasn't something that Tac would do. That was just crazy. Lucky gave an angry snarl and sat down defiantly.
"Front row seats for the slaughter huh? "Tac asked coldly, shifting to sit next to Lucky as they quietly listened to the Chow Tower's bell ring, and food began to flood the throughs. Lucky swallowed nervously under the pressure of Tac's torment. Was he bluffing? Was Lucky watching his family being murdered in front of him?! Tac was right. If they died, and he didn't, knowing full well he could have prevented this from happening...Lucky shuddered. It was diabolical. The guilt would drive him insane and Tac wouldn't have to lift a paw. Sent straight to hell without even landing a single blow.
Next to him, the devil dog gave a toothy grin, entirely relaxed with bright eager eyes. Too eager. Was Tac really so hellbent on seeing his self-entitled revenge that he was willing to commit a mass murder for it?! Was it all a trick to send Lucky's heart into a wild frenzy of nerves?! The other puppy was devastatingly silent in his observation, not once glancing at Lucky. It was this very fact that made Lucky whimper. Tac wasn't focused on him at all. Of course not...Lucky wasn't part of the show...
Lucky found himself raising up onto his legs from sitting position. Then he sat down. No. He wouldn't believe Tac without proof. He would wait and watch and not let it get to him. Tac was still grinning. He was in Lucky's head and he knew it. Lucky gave a groan, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. NO! He wouldn't give in to Tac's mental assault!
"Starts with a headache. Preliminary Symptoms includ-"
"Shut up."
"Dizziness, rapid heart-rate, vomiting."
"You're a psycho."
"Then comes the seizures. The loss of consciousness, Cardiac Arrest..."
"I'm not buying it."
"You don't have to buy it. Just watch."
Lucky stole another look at Tac, grit his teeth and watched his siblings eat breakfast and possibly last meal.
"Monday's Mantra suggests today is a good day for fresh starts. Brand new beginnings! Ooooooh maybe we can actually show up to Bark Brigade class early for once!" Came a charming, and equally annoying voice to his left. Well, left and down. His little sister, Cadpig was considerably smaller than he was by a wide margin. He rolled his eyes at her cheerful rant and gave a quiet snort.
"I'll show up to class on time when Pug learns my name." he chuckled dryly.
"Luuuuucky, it wouldn't hurt to at least try to make it there before he starts one of his monologues. I don't know what the point would be, since he hops from topic to topic faster than a bunny on steroids, but it's the thought that counts." she giggled quietly. It gave way to a bewildered look of puzzlement when Lucky jerked to a sudden stop. They were right in front of the barn and he acted as if he'd just encountered an invisible window.
"Uh...? Earth to Lucky? Anyone home?" Cadpig asked, lifting her dainty little paw and waving it in front of Lucky's muzzle. The dalmatian didn't respond. He simply stared forward with the bubbling sneer of a growl tugging at his lips. Quietly, Cadpig scanned the farm, looking for the source of Lucky's sudden shift in mood.
There were dozens of dalmatian puppies loitering about the chow tower, waiting for the kibble to spill from the silo. Like a nutritious waterfall of bland, dry pellets. Of the numerous canines, Lucky spotted his best friend first and foremost. Like yesterday, the day before that, and the week before that, Rolly was first in line to receive the Chow Tower's fattening boons. It wasn't Rolly that drew the pup's ire, however.
No, for Lucky, that was reserved for when he spotted another canine, adjacent to the others. This one, unlike the others, didn't seem to anticipate the oncoming flood of food. He didn't seem to show any interest what-so-ever, and instead watched the others. Stoic and silent, he showed no expression, nor made a sound. His fur was somehow paler than the others on the farm. Bone-chillingly white with black splotches of color intermixed here and there. His most striking feature was what also gave him his name; across his left eye was a large O shaped spot and over his right an 'X.' These markings together granted him the name 'Tic-Tac' although, most of the denizens of the farm simply referred to him as 'Tac'
"Oh." Cadpig groaned when she also caught sight of the other pup. Next to her. Lucky's fur began to heckle along the back of his neck, and Cadpig reached out a paw to rest on his own. He had already started walking before she could make contact, though, and she found herself forced to sprint to catch up with his suddenly purposeful stride.
"Hey! Whoa, Lucky, down boy!" Cadpig squeaked. She was immediately, and utterly relieved when Lucky stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her.
"What? I'm on high alert! You know what happens when he's around!" he barked. Cadpig winced and peered at Tac quietly. He hadn't moved from his spot. He simply stared at the other pups waiting near the chow tower. Cadpig wasn't sure he'd even noticed her and Lucky, and if he did, he certainly didn't show it. To put things mildly, Lucky and Tic-Tac did not get along. Well, no. If Cadpig had to put things mildly, 'getting along' didn't quite cut it. Tac was a genius with intelligence matched only by an alarming level of homicidal tendencies. To put it bluntly, the miserable little whelp was a psychopath.
"He's up to something!" Lucky growled quietly. Cadpig almost immediately shook her head.
"We don't know that, and if he is, it isn't like he's just going to tell us." She squeaked. "Maybe he's just hungry and he wants breakfast. Remember the Mantra today, Lucky! It's a day of new beginnings! Let's try and see if we can't make friends...and lure him into a false sense of security and finish him off when he isn't looking. " she said dryly. To her credit, the off-beat comment did manage to crack a smile in her brother's hardened demeanor.
"Please don't, Lucky. Just leave him alone. You'll regret talking to him. "Cadpig whimpered. It proved not enough to stop the escalating situation, and sadly, Cadpig watched as Lucky approached. Tac seemed to be especially good at baiting Lucky into confrontation and every single time, Lucky seemed to follow hook line and sinker. She sighed.
Tac, for what it was worth, barely glanced over when Lucky made his presence known. He was sitting under the shade of one of the trees in the front yard, isolated and well out of earshot from the others. He only glanced in Lucky's direction for a second before he turned back to monitoring the other dogs. Even in the sweltering July heat; Lucky could feel a bolt of ice race down his spine. Tac was definitely up to something. Rarely was Lucky able to get close unless Tac wanted him to be, and if that were the case, then it was already too late. It seemed like Tac was perpetually playing a game of chess with everyone else in the world and he was always two moves ahead.
"Hello stupid. Sniff any good butts today?"
Tac had broken the silence first with an insufferable little quip and Lucky found himself suddenly biting back a growl. This was always how it started. Tac was already messing with him. He narrowed his eyes and gave an angry huff.
"Can it. I know you're up to something. You don't step out of your stupid little tool shed unless you are. Whatever it is, you aren't getting away with it." Lucky growled. Tac snorted quietly, never taking his eyes away from the pups meandering around the chow tower. He flicked a dismissive paw at Lucky statement.
"Don't be silly, Lucky. I'm just doing an experiment, and I've already gotten away with it. Thirty-five minutes ago, I dumped a chemical compound into the silo. My own personal brew. Just a little something I cooked up, really. See, I'm only here to count bodies." Tac explained with a toothy grin. It was the grin that did him in. It's what hit home with Lucky. That empty, toothy, souless grin. The devil's grin. The sort of grin that fit the face of a psychopath. The sort of grin that betrayed the lack of empathy and compassion found in most creatures.
"You did what?" Lucky hissed. Tac pointed at the farm's denizens and rolled his shoulders.
"You heard me. You have exactly thirty-five seconds to warn everyone here. "the devil dog whispered, and returned to contently watch the seeds of carnage he planted take root. Lucky felt the growl in his throat bubbling to the surface. Immediately, Lucky turned to the trough. Puppies were gathered around it, eagerly waiting for it to fill with food! He had to warn them!
"You're lying." Lucky snarled. Tac's grin grew wider still and the puppy did the most frightening thing he could: He shrugged.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? Better to be safe than sorry, right? Go on, Lucky. Go racing across the farm, screaming about poisoned food. Make a big scene. Make Rodger throw out an entire years food supply. I'm sure Pongo and Perdita will think you've been watching too much Thunderbolt. They'd take away your T.V. privileges probably. But, then, if I'm not lying...you get to watch your brothers and sisters die horribly...knowing full well what was about to happen to them. That makes you an accomplice. How could you possibly live with yourself after something like that? " Tac asked. Lucky's eyes flickered towards the other puppies and the chow tower.
"You wouldn't poison your own fa-" Lucky began, but Tac cut him off almost instantly with a harsh snarl.
"You're no family of mine. I was kidnapped by Cruella and ended up here on this miserable mudball of a farm, with you idiots. I can't go home and that's all that I want. You are not my brothers, and I'd happily watch each and every one of them drown in poison. Anyway...You have ten seconds to make a move, Lucky, tick-tock." Tac purred and gestured towards the house, where Nanny had exited. She was heading towards the Tower...
Lucky bit his lower lip, whimpering quietly at the sadistic choice laid out to him. If he went screaming to the others about Tac's supposed poison, he'd look like a mad dog if Tac was bluffing, but if he was serious...no...no he couldn't be. It wasn't something that Tac would do. That was just crazy. Lucky gave an angry snarl and sat down defiantly.
"Front row seats for the slaughter huh? "Tac asked coldly, shifting to sit next to Lucky as they quietly listened to the Chow Tower's bell ring, and food began to flood the throughs. Lucky swallowed nervously under the pressure of Tac's torment. Was he bluffing? Was Lucky watching his family being murdered in front of him?! Tac was right. If they died, and he didn't, knowing full well he could have prevented this from happening...Lucky shuddered. It was diabolical. The guilt would drive him insane and Tac wouldn't have to lift a paw. Sent straight to hell without even landing a single blow.
Next to him, the devil dog gave a toothy grin, entirely relaxed with bright eager eyes. Too eager. Was Tac really so hellbent on seeing his self-entitled revenge that he was willing to commit a mass murder for it?! Was it all a trick to send Lucky's heart into a wild frenzy of nerves?! The other puppy was devastatingly silent in his observation, not once glancing at Lucky. It was this very fact that made Lucky whimper. Tac wasn't focused on him at all. Of course not...Lucky wasn't part of the show...
Lucky found himself raising up onto his legs from sitting position. Then he sat down. No. He wouldn't believe Tac without proof. He would wait and watch and not let it get to him. Tac was still grinning. He was in Lucky's head and he knew it. Lucky gave a groan, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. NO! He wouldn't give in to Tac's mental assault!
"Starts with a headache. Preliminary Symptoms includ-"
"Shut up."
"Dizziness, rapid heart-rate, vomiting."
"You're a psycho."
"Then comes the seizures. The loss of consciousness, Cardiac Arrest..."
"I'm not buying it."
"You don't have to buy it. Just watch."
Lucky stole another look at Tac, grit his teeth and watched his siblings eat breakfast and possibly last meal.