Post by xachmustel on Jun 25, 2019 22:20:54 GMT -5
The sound of thunder boomed outside as rain violently pelted upon the flat. Inside, 101 dalmatians sat strewn around the house all curled into a mass. All except for two who were wide awake: The gloomy goth and the youngest of the litter. A year had passed and Dorothy had learned to speak in full sentences, thanks to Dylan's teaching yet she still had difficulty with some words.
A particularly loud thunderstrike roared across the sky and the lights in the house flickered, "DOOMSDAY is upon us! We shall all PERISH into the VOID of ETERNAL DARKNESS!" Dante's voice called out loudly right on cue.
Dolly groaned awake, "Will you put a sock in it, Dante? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Sorry....." Dante replied softly from the darkness of his shadowy corner.
Dorothy was visibly shaken by the loud thunder and power outage but could make out a soft sadness in Dante's voice from his apology. Sucking up all the courage she could muster, the tiny pup stepped into the darkness where her gloomy older brother resided, his tired eyes scanning over an HP Lovecraft book in his paws despite the lack of reading light. Because of his love of dark places, Dante's night vision was far sharper than that of the average pup.
Slowly, Dorothy curled up next to him and nuzzled his arm, "Are you okay, Dante?"
Dante hung his head with a sigh, "Just leave me be so I can wallow in my infinite despair."
"Why are you sad?" Dorothy asked innocently.
The goth pup sadly shook his head as he placed his book on the floor, "No one ever takes me seriously. I just can't help but feel like I'm nothing but a big joke."
"I believe you, Dante." Dorothy replied, clinging to her big brother and giving him a cuddle.
All it took was those four words to defrost the gothic pup's heart and he knew that he was going to cry, a lump forming in his throat. Blinking, Dante felt a warm tear slither down his black muzzle and drip off the tip of his nose. Because of the way his head was angled, the drop landed on Dorothy's head. He paused and gave a quiet sniff before speaking up, "So you're also scared about the apocalypse, too? Guess I'm not the only one."
Dorothy felt Dante's tear plop directly onto her head, "Is the roof leaking again?"
"I think so." Dante chuckled, grateful that his beloved darkness obscured the salty yet joyful tears rolling down his muzzle and nose, "Dawkins should really take care of that."
"Dante?" Dorothy asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes?" Dante sniffed, still silently crying.
"Will you keep me safe from the a-popcorn-lips?" Dorothy asked, trying to cuddle her gothic brother for comfort.
"All right. Just so long as you promise not to stare into the abyss." Dante replied, rubbing his tears from his snout and tired eyes with his paws.
"Okay, Dante. I pwomise."
The usually edgy pup smiled sadly at his tiny sister and she snuggled close for security and warmth, "Thanks, sis. I'm just glad that I'm not alone in this darkness."
But there was no reply. Dorothy had fallen asleep, resting her head on Dante's warm, pitch black fur.
"Good night, Dorothy."
The end.
A particularly loud thunderstrike roared across the sky and the lights in the house flickered, "DOOMSDAY is upon us! We shall all PERISH into the VOID of ETERNAL DARKNESS!" Dante's voice called out loudly right on cue.
Dolly groaned awake, "Will you put a sock in it, Dante? Some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Sorry....." Dante replied softly from the darkness of his shadowy corner.
Dorothy was visibly shaken by the loud thunder and power outage but could make out a soft sadness in Dante's voice from his apology. Sucking up all the courage she could muster, the tiny pup stepped into the darkness where her gloomy older brother resided, his tired eyes scanning over an HP Lovecraft book in his paws despite the lack of reading light. Because of his love of dark places, Dante's night vision was far sharper than that of the average pup.
Slowly, Dorothy curled up next to him and nuzzled his arm, "Are you okay, Dante?"
Dante hung his head with a sigh, "Just leave me be so I can wallow in my infinite despair."
"Why are you sad?" Dorothy asked innocently.
The goth pup sadly shook his head as he placed his book on the floor, "No one ever takes me seriously. I just can't help but feel like I'm nothing but a big joke."
"I believe you, Dante." Dorothy replied, clinging to her big brother and giving him a cuddle.
All it took was those four words to defrost the gothic pup's heart and he knew that he was going to cry, a lump forming in his throat. Blinking, Dante felt a warm tear slither down his black muzzle and drip off the tip of his nose. Because of the way his head was angled, the drop landed on Dorothy's head. He paused and gave a quiet sniff before speaking up, "So you're also scared about the apocalypse, too? Guess I'm not the only one."
Dorothy felt Dante's tear plop directly onto her head, "Is the roof leaking again?"
"I think so." Dante chuckled, grateful that his beloved darkness obscured the salty yet joyful tears rolling down his muzzle and nose, "Dawkins should really take care of that."
"Dante?" Dorothy asked in a hushed voice.
"Yes?" Dante sniffed, still silently crying.
"Will you keep me safe from the a-popcorn-lips?" Dorothy asked, trying to cuddle her gothic brother for comfort.
"All right. Just so long as you promise not to stare into the abyss." Dante replied, rubbing his tears from his snout and tired eyes with his paws.
"Okay, Dante. I pwomise."
The usually edgy pup smiled sadly at his tiny sister and she snuggled close for security and warmth, "Thanks, sis. I'm just glad that I'm not alone in this darkness."
But there was no reply. Dorothy had fallen asleep, resting her head on Dante's warm, pitch black fur.
"Good night, Dorothy."
The end.