The RWP

Smouvy · #1 8th July 2010, 10:40 PM

I have a situation with my dog, Charlie. I really do not know what to do anymore.

So, I was like 13 when we got a dog, his name was Charlie. He was a puppy when we bought him, a cute lab. He had been through quite a lot. He had been abandoned by his first owner, beaten with a club repeatedly by the second owner. I think it was safe to say that Charlie should have been happy that he had us as owners now. However, he was not. Every day he would come up to me and jump on my lap. He would look me in the eye and I could see the terror and despair that he had been through in the reflection of his pupil. He stared expecting to be heavily beaten up by the first object that I could get my hands on. At night he would be completely restless and walk up to my room, knowing I would always leave the door open for him, and he'd crawl besides me as I slept. His short furry hide tickling my torso as he trembled from fear. He could not sleep, not as long as there was not someone there to protect him.

It took months and months of time before Charlie began trusting people a bit more. That is, people other than me. Charlie never dared leaving my side when I took him out for a walk, not even when I were to remove his leash. When other people or even dogs where to near him he'd crawl up to my leg hoping I would protect him. He could not even handle being around other dogs. That is, except for one. It was the dog of the lady past the street. I do not remember that lady dog's name, but Charlie sure felt attracted to her. That, however, was something that the lady dog could not do in return. She was completely uninterested in Charlie, and as soon as Charlie noticed this, he got back into his old depression of not trusting anyone or anything.

But then, one day, we got home. It was pouring outside and Charlie was drying himself up a way only dogs can, by wetting every-single-thing around him. It was then that my mother asked me to get some coke from the wall-closet. I did as she asked, as every good son would do... after taking some cookies that I was not supposed to take. Charlie walked towards me and I picked him up. The Wall-Closet was the one place in our house that he had never been to, and I could see that he was still quite afraid of going into unknown places even though he knew that nothing could hurt him as long as I held him. Quite frankly, the wall-closet was also the one place where I myself had never been before for it had been off limits due to my father's beer storage being there.

I opened the door to the Wall-Closet and it was dark inside, so dark that there wasn't even a single spot that you could see. Charlie, seemingly obsessed by this darkness, jumped out of my hands and ran right into the darkness. I, worried that Charlie might run over glass bottles, quickly took a step forward looking for Charlie. It was useless, Charlie could not be seen. I called Charlie's name, but he would not come out. Grabbing a flashlight from the kitchen drawer, I went back to the wall-closet and turned my flashlight on. I was mesmerized by what I found. Past the cokes and beer there was a long tunnel, so long that I could not see the end. Charlie was seen halfway in the tunnel. I got on my knees and crawled into the tunnel. Ridding myself of spiderwebs and other insects that had been seemingly breeding for years down there, I caught up to Charlie, ready to take him back, but right when I wanted to catch him, he ran away, further into the tunnel that appeared to be getting smaller and smaller.

Making my way through, a light could be seen emitting from the other side of the tunnel. Charlie was already at the end by now, and I closely followed. As I reached the end, I stood up and absorbed what I saw into my mind. It was the most horrendous thing that I had ever seen. He was about 60 centimeters, his eyes brown as a tree. His look... disgustingly green. He told me that he lived down there. He picked up a monocle from the floor and put it in front of his eye. He asked us what I was doing here. I told him that Charlie ran off, and I had to chase him.

He looked at Charlie and picked the poor dog up. Charlie's fur had became a little red-ish due to the dust that the tunnel to this place had held. He asked Charlie if he was 'him'. I had no clue, and apparently, neither did Charlie. The man with the monocle walked over to a shelf and picked up a top hat. He turned on a light switch and made me look in awe, shocked at what the newly lighted place showed. At the far end of the monocle-man's room was a torturing device, but it wasn't empty, no. The device held a certain animal of some sorts. He originally thought it was an otter, but this one had a shell seemingly glued to his chest. His torso was all blue from the torturing and it's nose appeared to be positioned directly between his eyes. I picked up Charlie as quick as I could and turned around wanting to run, but I couldn't. The man with the monocle was standing in front of the tunnel. He told us to take it easy, and upon asking what his name was, he only gave me one word...

"Smugleaf"