Hello, I figure it was high time I updated my main pin with projects and new information. Honestly its mainly for me to keep track of my notes and for you to follow along.
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Trust Me Au (Dogman Au)
-Just your normal rivals to friends to lovers kind of deal. Just two lonely souls learning to trust each other while raising a kid.
Chapters
-Chase Arc
1 2 3 4 5
References
-Greg,Knight,Petey / Chief, Dogman, Nurse Lady
((I am open for asks on this au just might take me some time to response or draw for a post. Since irl stuff keeps be busy till the end of the day.But I do plan to keep a timeline of every 2 weeks to be posting main stuff for the au.))
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Cosmic Calamity
-Personal Project coming soon
-Old beta is out if anyone is interested to read what it once was years ago
Beta
-Two best friends must save the thier home while trying to navigate thier jobs as hero and villian.
Coming soon!!
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We get our first look at Big Jim, Mr. Whiskers, Tippy, and Fluffy. As much as there is Big Jim fan art out there, we don't see much for the other three. At least for me, it's rare.
I like to give credit to bunnyberryzaria in this collaboration piece. Socials to their other artwork is below.
I'm still not the best at backgrounds, but I feel like I made up for it with a cute blep from Dogman staring at some fish. Mainly a certain Flippy fish.
Like a parent I am. If my son gets a small bump or bruise, I kiss it to make it all better. I like the idea of Nurse Lady doing the same during this time. Since Dogman is still learning his new body. And now Dogman can pass on that same care to a certain badly disguised Petey.
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It started off happy. Having fun making each other smile and laugh. Promising the other, we will be happy no matter what was thrown our way. Maybe he truly was never happy like I was.
I think me and Grace were blinded by love and a promise that would never come.
As we go through the story I will be posting more refs. Here is my au looks for Chief Clarence Bailey , Dogman / Greg Knight , and Nurse Genie S. Lady
I wanted dogman to keep his tail. One it's cute two a dog can't be without a tail. Yes his back hurts a lot I'm gonna project that onto him.
I feel like Genie outfit is strict to the old fashion style dress. She is allow to change the colors of her shoes and stockings. So expect some color changes base on day to day art.
Greg woke up with a jolt; he blinked repeatedly, trying to focus on his surroundings. The room was too clean, too bright, too alone. His ears flinched to the noise of rhythmic beeping of the machines beside him, picking up pace from his startled heartbeats. Taking deep breaths through his nose, he smelled everything was sterile, unfamiliar.
He tried to steady his breathing, closing his eyes again; it was all a dream, a very bad dream. But who was that he was hearing a while ago? It sounded so familiar.
As his breathing slowed, one thing he was familiar with. Knight. He could smell his friend nearby. The memories would slowly came backâthe warehouse, Petey, and the bomb.
This time, he opened his eyes with more focus as he tried to sit up. His body lurched in a way that sent a wave of disorientation and nausea crashing through him. He felt too long, too heavy.Â
This doesnât feel right.Â
The beeping started to pick up speed right as his breathing did as well.Â
He tried to bark out, but it came out panicked. His throat was painfully sore, and it burned. He reached up to feel his neck.
Greg froze.Â
No, he shouldn't be able to do that. He felt something tugging at his arm. He glanced down, seeing the IV tube. Connecting to the flesh of his arm and, at the end, a hand. It hovered just below where he wanted to reach for his neck.
Fingers. Not paws.Â
The flesh was so close to his nose. That smell. Knightâs smell.Â
NoâŚthis is hisâŚ
Gregâs chest tightened as he started to tremble. He forced himself to look down at the covers. He needed to know what was happening to him. With shaking fingers, he gripped the cover of the hospital sheets and ripped them off. His eyes widened as he saw the body before him.Â
Human arms, human chest, human legs.Â
Not only that, but he could smell him. Knight was everywhere in his senses and in sight.Â
This is his body.
Knight scent was always a safe and familiar smell for him. It kept him grounded, and he knows he's never alone when his best friend is nearby. Now it just felt wrong. It wrapped around him like a prison. A reminder of what he lost. Broken. Unreal.Â
This canât be realâŚIâm still dreaming.Â
A strained whine escaped him as he jerked upright. Stumbling out of bed, his legs buckled under the unfamiliar weight and experience of walking on two legs. He hit the floor with a hard thud. He wanted to say it was painful when the IV ripped out of his arm, but the panic was surging too high to feel much of anything.
Each inhale flooded him with Knightâs scent again; it was suffocating. He let out a few whimpers. He braced himself on his hands, facing the fingers before him on the ground.Â
I didnât mean for this to happen.Â
A low growl rumbled in his chest, more out of fear than aggression. The vibration through his body didnât feel right. He curled inward slightly, clutching at himself like he could force himself to separate into two.
I didnât want your bodyâŚI donât want to take your placeâŚ
He pressed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of a heart that wasnât his. Yet it was probably his only comfort in his surreal conclusion that would be his forever nightmare.Â
I donât know how to be you. Not like this.Â
His breathing was getting painful for both his throat and chest. A weak bark escaped him, cracking into a whine as his panic peaked. Trapped between the comfort and the grief.Â
His ears perked up when he heard footsteps just outside the room. Hope of someone coming to help him dashed when the thought crossed his mind. What are they gonna think when they see him? He wasnât a dog anymore, nor was he a human man. He was something in between.Â
Something wrong.Â
He couldnât help but let a defensive growl build in his throat as his heart pounded harder, faster. He uncurled himself and moved on all fours. Something he was familiar with as he moved to hide behind the bed. His body tensed as every instinct clashed. Unable to figure out what he was meant to be.Â
He braced himself as the handle began to turn.Â
The door clicked open. Gregâs head snapped up instantly, a low, unsteady growl building in his throat before he could stop it. His instincts were on high alert to protect himself, but still enough reason not to follow through and attack. He was trained better than to do so.Â
The familiar scent hit him as the Chief of Ohkay City police stepped inside. This caused Gregâs growl to change into a confused whine. He could see the Chiefâs usual firm posture weighted down, shoulders slightly slumped in a way Greg had never seen before. His eyes looked at Greg with such guilt and such grief.Â
â...Hey, GregâŚdo you remember me?â He asked softly as he stopped just a few paces away from where Greg was hiding behind the bed. He knelt to get closer to Gregâs level and held out a hand. Not in fear but in caution, like approaching a frightening animal. Which, technically, Greg was.Â
Greg shifted a bit as he let out another whine. He took in more of the Chiefâs scent now that he was closer and nodded just slightly, a small yes.Â
âI know this is âŚa lot,â The chief's voice tightened as he continued. âWell, more than a lotâŚBut will you be okay if I introduce someone to you?âÂ
A new smell came through the doorway. If Greg had focused, he would have realized her smell had been in the room the whole time. Was she the one tending to him? A nurse moved in slowly, gently with her expressions, but steady. âThis is Nurse Genie. She has been at your side during your recovery.â The chief introduced her as she came to stand behind him.Â
âHello, it's nice to meet you, Greg.â Her voice was warm. âI will be helping you in this process.âÂ
Helping me?
Greg blinked at them and tilted his head in confusion. A small question huffed left him. Another wave of unease rolled through him. It wasnât as suffocating as before. Maybe it's because they didnât look at him like a monster as he expected.Â
Genie knelt beside the Chief and held out a hand, âYou donât have to understand it all right now. We are here for you, one step at a time, take all the time you need.â Greg moved forward, still on all fours, to get closer to them. Still, there was a small distance, but it was enough to let them know he trusted them, at least a small amount.Â
Chief exhaled quietly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. âBesides, Knight would kill me if I didn't make sure you werenât taken care of. So weâre gonna figure this out together.âÂ
Knight.Â
The mention of his name caused Greg to back away a pace, letting out a aching whine and a sad howl. He placed a hand over his chest, looking up at them as he kept thumping his chest with his palm.Â
Please, I need to know what happened to me? To us?
The Chief and Nurse look at each other, unable to understand Gregâs question. Well, not entirely, but Nurse Genie had a hunch. âIf you can give us time to get you in a more stable state. I promise weâll tell you everything.â She asked. Greg was quiet, unsure how to feel about waiting, but maybe she was right; he wasnât in a good headspace. The academy always told them that a stressful situation can cloud the mind. He gave a simple nod in approval to wait.Â
Greg swallowed hard as his body was still shaking, and he shifted positions. This body was really awkward to be curled up likeâŚlike he used to do when scared. He instead uncurled himself and forced himself to sit still, similar to a dog pose with his hands up front and legs bent.Â
I donât know how to do thisâŚ.this is awkward. But maybe I can learn, as they said.Â
The room had gone quiet again before the Chief spoke up. âOh yeah, I completely forgot.â The chief quickly stood up and started to reach into his coat pocket. Gregâs ears twitched as he heard the ruffling of clothing move about as the Chief struggled to pull something out.
What is he doing?
âAha!â the Chief exclaimed as he freed the object from his pocket and held up a bright yellow tennis ball with the name GREG on the side. Greg could swear the world froze in that moment, seeing the worn, scuffed, familiar ball. His ears lifted just slightly, eyes locking onto it.Â
The Chief crouched back down slowly and held out the ball. âI know how much you love this thing, so I brought it with me to help, I don't know, calm your nerves.âÂ
Greg stared at it for a moment he hesitated as his body went rigid. Before slowly and cautiously reaching out with a hand. Fingers wrapping around the fuzzy ball, it felt odd, however he didnât let it go. Bringing it closer to himself, now holding it with both hands. Knightâs scent was still on it, but beneath it was his own. Two different scents now together.Â
Greg let out a whine as his ears lowered. The grip tightened around the ball, holding onto it like it was something fragile yet grounding. In front of him, the Chief let out a quiet breath of relief but didnât move closer. Genie stayed still too, patiently watching.Â
The memories would come back of the times between their shifts or on days off. Just hours at the dog park playing fetch and being happy. Warm sunlight, open spaces, tall grass. The distant hum of the city was softened by trees and wind.Â
Knight smiled at him as he held the ball, stretching out his arm. âLet's keep going, partner. Are you ready?â Knight turned away as he swung his arm, throwing the ball.Â
The memory started to shift, fading back into white.Â
Cold floor. White walls. Chief and Nurse Genie are looking at him. Greg closed his eyes to breathe, still hitched. But the memory stayed with him.Â
Letâs keep going, partner.Â
Greg wallowed hard, a soft whimper leaving him. His fingers shifted slightly against the ball, more deliberate and less clumsy.Â
His ears were still low, but no longer in fear. He was thinking. More so, letting a thought settle.Â
Letâs do this together.Â
Knight
Greg held the ball in one hand again as he used the other to push himself off the floor. The movement was awkward and unbalanced this time. He took deep breaths to keep the panic down when he shifted his weight wrong. He adjusted and tried again.Â
His body wobbled as he tried to balance on his legs, unfamiliar with the whole weight change. He managed to drop the ball on the bed so he could steady his arms to hold himself up out of thin air. Before he could lose control again, the Chief stepped in carefully at his side.Â
âEasyâŚI got you.â He said, holding one of Gregâs arms as Nurse Genie came to his other arm.Â
Greg flinched at the first contact, mainly out of instinct, but showed a small smile to let them know he was okay. Shaking but more secure, he took a few more steps.Â
I can still do thisâŚ
Greg lifted his head again, moving his arms to free himself from the chief's and nurse's support. Still close by, but he wanted to try on his own again. His posture held with more stability.Â
I promise, Knight, I wonât waste this chance.Â
Deep into the city, away from the white walls and monitor beeping, in a cluttered lair lit by flickering lights and humming machines, Petey sat alone.Â
The screens around him glowed with half-finished plans and looping bits of surveillance footage he wasnât really watching. Tools lay scattered around with wires hung loosely. Sure, his lair was a mess, but it was always organized, not like this. A single TV played in the background, playing who knows what. Petey was tuning it out. The usual sharp order of his mind had slipped into quiet disarray.Â
Butler sat quietly on a computer console nearby. He was starting to get concerned for his creator. He had never seen the cat like this before, yet remained close by if the tabby needed anything.Â
Petey slunk into his chair, lost in his thoughts of the explosion. â..it was supposed to be small,â he muttered to himself, how many times now. As if saying it could change things that day.Â
He kept replying to it over and over to the point he was trembling. At first, he was shocked and scrambled to do what he could to see if they lived or died. When he got back to his lair, he felt excitement, no more annoying cops to worry about, and now to have some fun. Yet as the minutes went by, the dark thoughts started to loom.Â
Itâs not like he killed before. Nothing official or on purpose before on record at least. This was just an accident with a horrible result.Â
Petey slid off the chair and began pacing, his tail low and restless. â Itâs their fault for following me in the first placeâŚthey were supposed to walk away.â Knightâs and Gregâs faces flickered in his memory. He shook his head, growling to himself about thinking about them.Â
Butler's soft beep got Petey's focus out of his dark thoughts. Petey glanced at them briefly, then quickly looked at the TV monitor the mouse had mentioned.Â
â- Breaking News out of Ohkay City. This is Sarah Hatoff receiving confirmation that an officer has survived the warehouse explosion caused by Petey the Cat-âÂ
Peteyâs ears twitched as he and Butler stared at the screen.Â
âTheyâre alive?...â was all he could manage to say as he stepped closer. He was certain he saw Greg's body crushed under concrete slabs, but his head was curled around Knight's body like a shield. However, the humanâs head was slammed and pinned under a steel beam. There was no way they could have survived. Who survived? The dog? The man?Â
The screen showed in the corner a police portrait of Greg, probably when he first joined the force.Â
â...the dog survived?â he whispered. There could have been a slim chance his body wasn't as bad under the rubble, but-Â
He was cut off by the news again.Â
âOfficer Greg is currently under watch after the result of an emergency procedure sanctioned by Mayor Marlena.â Sarah's voice tightened, but she kept a calm demeanor for the audience watching. â Officials are referring to this as Project Dogman. Making the first dog humanoid hybrid-â
Humanoid hybrid. Petey zoned out anything else the reporter said as he glanced down at his hand. He doesnât know when cats evolved to have a humanoid figure, but he knows dogs never evolved more than what they are now. So what did this mean, giving a dog a humanoid form?
âButler!â he snapped, closing his hand into a fist.
The small mouse squeaked, still on top of a monitor.
âFind anything you can on Project Dogman. I donât care how long it takes, just do it.â He ordered coming back to his desk. Watching the small robotic mouse scramble to inject his tail to a monitor and start searching. Once he saw the mouse focused on his work, he paced away, thoughts dragging behind him. âProject DogmanâŚâ
âDogman.â His tail flickered, uncertain about the word.Â
He couldn't jump to thoughts or theories till he knew more. But the more he thought about this humanoid information, the more a pit in his stomach grew.Â
How different will this dog be now? Does he remember what happened? What he did? The chase. The warehouse. The bomb.
Knight.
Peteyâs ears lowered as he crossed his arms, coming to a stop in his pacing to look out the window. Staring at nothing in particular in the dark city alleyways. Of course, heâll know it was him; a dog's scent is never wrong. Could he tell him he didn't mean for this to happen? Would it even matter? His claws dug into his arms.Â
Petey's voice hardened, trying to hide the doubt that lingered. He straightened himself, forcing his posture back into something firmer. Taller. Control.Â
The city already feared him as a bad guy; what's to change their view with the label of murderer on his record? Greg would come after him no matter what if he was still on the force. This is how it worked. Petey took a steady breath in âIf this âŚdogman comes after me.âÂ
He moved from the window to a nearby blackboard and wiped the contents of the board clear with his arm, making a space to write. Picking up some chalk and started planning. âSo be it.âÂ
If he was gonna face down this Dogman, he would do it on his own terms. Just needed some time and a lot more metal.
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I recently became a single mother, not even a year ago. I'm much happier just me and my son.
But at times, at night, when it's quiet, and I'm alone. I wonder what went wrong. What did I do to stop being loved by the person I used to love the most? Was I not good enough to be much of an effort anymore?
The memories, the laughs, the promise to be the best we can be for our son.
You think Grace felt the same way?
Just a kind smile and be the person our son needs to look up to. One day at a time.
Ohkay City shone brightly under the midday glares of the sun, traffic drifting by in uneven waves while neon signs flickered. Even with the heat of the asphalt, a cool breeze was felt, some of the first signs of fall coming. Parked along the curb sat Patrol Unit C0-PZ, the engine was idling, the radio crackling occasionally with dispatches from other units, and inside was the best cop duo on the force.Â
Officer Knight leaned back in the driverâs seat, one arm leaning out the window, the other holding a half-eaten hot dog from Frankz Hot Dogs. The spread of relish and mustard was coming dangerously close to falling on his uniform. His eyes carried that familiar unfocused intensity of someone thinking very hard, even if it wasn't about work.
Beside him sat his loyal partner, Greg the dog.
The golden Labrador sat upright in the passenger seat, head out the window. On normal days, he would stick out his tongue to enjoy the sun and the breeze. His golden fur caught the sunlight, making him so friendly and approachable. However, those who knew him knew at this moment he was locked into the job. He was no normal dog; he had one of the sharpest minds on the force, maybe more so than an average human should be capable of having.
He had eaten his part of the hot dogs before focusing on sniffing the air outside the window. Hoping to pick up the scent they were looking for. His tail rested against the seat, occasionally thumping once or twice when a scent or thought clicked. Where Knight's mind stalled, Greg raced ahead. Where others guessed, Greg knew. If not for the whole âbeing a dogâ thing, he wouldâve been considered a good cop, not a great cop.Â
Greg glanced at his surroundings, spotting the door handles and phone booths. Stuff he envied doing or just to hold. To be able to go anywhere he wants to go, like driving the car and opening doors. What about communication? How many times had he wanted to yell when no one could understand his barking? Â
How many cases could have been solved in half the time if anyone had properly understood him? Sure, Knight could guess what he was trying to communicate, but he wanted to say so much more. Even if he couldn't speak, maybe write it down. He understood words, he just didn't have hands to do the job. He just wanted more.Â
To share jokes with coworkers like Knight, to stutter embarrassed like Knight, to express love like Knight.
Knight took a big bite of his hot dog and chewed thoughtfully. âDo you ever think about, likeâŚsettling down, Greg?â
Greg looked over and blinked slowly, giving out a quiet, curious huff. Sure, he was smart for the job, but settling down, he was semi-clueless. He knew it was important to find someone to complete you, but he wasn't there yet himself.Â
Knight finished his hot dog before speaking again. âIâve been thinking about Alice. Not like regular thinking, more serious, you know.â Greg could pick up on the hint of nervousness from his human counterpart. Knight glanced out the window shield, then down at the steering wheel, turning it slightly back and forth without realizing it. âI got tickets to see one of her favorite bands who are coming to town. Yeah Yeah Yeah. Itâs tonight, and I plan to ask her to, you know, marry me.â
Greg sat up a little straighter.
Alice was Knightâs girlfriend for the last year. Greg knew she made his owner happy so much that they moved in together just a few months ago. She just completed their routine and was becoming part of the family. Knight was happy to know this was someone who would complete him. Greg didnât quite understand the steps of a human relationship, but he did know a proposal was very important to gaining a forever mate, at least by human standards.
Greg gave a soft bark, almost in approval. He wanted his human to be happy, and if it was love, then who was he to stop it? Honestly, his tail was thumping once again, getting him excited so much he stood up to lick Knightâs face. Knight would laugh, scratching the back of Greg's ears. âAlright, little buddy, I get the idea. Youâre excited, too.â
Greg did an excited circle in his seat, then barked again and sat down.
âYouâre right, let's finish up this shift. Tonight everything changes-AH!!â
A loud thud interrupted the moment.
Both of them froze.
 Before them stood, very casually, a tall orange tabby humanoid cat on the hood of the car.
Peteyâs tail swayed lazily behind him as he let out a casual yawn, showing off his fangs. His short orange fur was bright against the sun, stripes clean and sharp. His whole aura carried the unmistakable confidence of someone who knew what they wanted and what they had to do to take it- and he enjoyed it.
Gregâs posture changed instantly, alert, locked in, ready to make a move. Growling at the cat before them. Sure, it's normal for dogs and cats to semi not get along, but this was no ordinary cat.
Knight leaned forward, hands on the wheel. âItâs Petey, the world's most evil cat!â
The name hung in the air like a bad omen.Â
The infamous villain. Evil genius. Master of schemes. And, most insulting for Greg, a cat.Â
Hearing that, Petey finally faced the duo and smirked through the glass. âSo long suckers!â He crouched low, and in a swift, smooth motion, he sprang off the hood. Flipping lightly onto a nearby fire escape ladder and scrambling upward with effortless speed.
Greg turned to face the direction Petey had gone and started barking and growling. Knight focused on his partner as he hit the sirens and shifted the car back onto the road. Letting Greg track the movement before quickly shifting positions to bark to his left.
âLeft?â Knight asked as they approached the intersection.
Greg barked once in acknowledgement.
Knight turned hard, tires screeching as they followed the street beneath Peteyâs path. Above them, the cat moved like a streak-vaulting gap, weaving between structures, never slowly. He could easily disappear and escape, but that wasnât his plan. This chase had an end, and he was gonna make sure it was his own story to end. He couldnât help but grin at the thought of it.Â
Oh, the duo has been a pain in the neck for him for a while now. Sure, sometimes he got away, but lately they have been getting better at catching him. Not that the Cat Jail was hard to escape from, just took some time. Time he could be using to take over the city and later, the world.Â
He would make sure they learn a lesson to stay away from him.Â
The duo sped through Ohkay City, siren blaring, Greg guiding with sharp focus, barking. They were so focused on keeping up with the orange feline that they failed to notice the city thinning out. Storefronts giving way to older buildings, quieter streets, and fewer people.
Petey didnât dare stop. He led the two to the end of a block where a long, low structure of an abandoned warehouse stood. He slipped into a top skyline window and disappeared inside.Â
The car slowed down onto the silent, crumbling pavement. As the two stared at the rusted, boarded-up building. Clearly, no longer meeting building inspectors' standards, from what Greg could tell. One wrong move and the place might collapse with enough force.Â
There was also no telling what awaited them inside. Knight would reach for the radio before transmitting a dispatch, âHey, this is Officer Knight and Officer Greg, we found Petey the cat.âÂ
The other side was silent for a second before the Chief's voice came through. âCome in, Officer Knight and Greg the dog. Where are you? Over.â
âUmm, we are over by the-â Knight had to look around to see if any signs or street names were close by. Greg barked, getting his attention, pointing with a paw at the top of the warehouse. âAt the Abandoned Expendable Warehouse.âÂ
âRoger, keep your eyes on him. We are sending units over as backup.âÂ
âUmm, this is Lance. Lance Knightâ Officer Knight gave a confused look to the radio as he started to switch the radio to his mobile one.Â
âWhat? No, Roger is radio speak. Just catch that cat!â The Chief's frustration can be heard over the small radio on Knight's uniform.Â
Knight and Greg stepped out of the car, not even waiting for the Chief to tell them to catch Petey. Greg sniffed out the front. Seeing that the front was blocked, he led Knight to the side of the warehouse. The crunching sound of boots and paws over the gravel was the only noise that Greg could hear. Up close, the place looked even worse. A crack split the walls wide enough to slip fingers in; rusted pipes jutted out at odd angles. Exposed wiring, which both hoped the power to the place was shut off.
Knight was thinking about their last medical check-up and hoped they were up to date on shots cause this place looks like you could catch something nasty. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a quiet bark. Greg was standing in front of a narrow gap along the building, and the metal was warped just enough to peel back and slip inside.
It was easy enough for Greg to slip in with more grace due to his smaller stature than Knight, who had to squeeze in right after. Knight couldn't help but groan as he stretched out a bit before they kept moving. Sure, his body was agile enough to fight, but not fit into smaller spaces.
The warehouse interior was a bit cooler and drier than outside. A long, narrow hallway stretched ahead, lined with old doors-some hanging open, others barely holding on to the hinges. The floor was littered with debris: broken glass, scraps of wood, and dark, mysterious stains that long since dried.
Greg was careful with each step as he followed the scent of where Petey went. He was close; he knew that. Knight accidentally brushed up on a beam, causing it to creak and shift to the side, causing the roof to fall just slightly. Not entirely to fall on them, yet. â...Sorry.â Knight gave a sheepish smile to his partner. Greg's tail wagged just slightly, relieved neither got hurt. It did, however, make them alert to a distant clang, then silence again.
Both moved forward, being careful with every step, every noise. Knight glanced at Greg with a look like this wasnât right. Greg picked up on that and moved closer to his partner. The hallway opened into a hollow chamber, with steel beams arching overhead and sunlight cutting through the holes in the roof.
âHello, boys, took you long enough,â A voice called out from above, smooth and amused. Petey was currently perched on a dangling chain, his tail lazily swaying as if to mock them.
Greg stepped in beside Knight as they stared up at the cat. His posture was low, his muscles tensed, and his fur bristled just slightly. He couldn't help but express a low growl as well.
The orange tabby dropped down in a single fluid motion, landing on all fours like any cat should. He stretched as he stood up on two legs, clearly showing off how much taller he was than the two cops before him. âAnd here I was thinking you two got lost or worse, had to chase a squirrel. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?â
Knight pointed at him, â Hey! We followed you, didnât we?â
Petey raised a brow. â You drove in circles twice.â
âBut we still got here just fine,â Knight wasnât wrong on that logic. Greg let out a confident bark to stand by Knight's words.
Petey's eyes focused on the dog, grinning widely. â Aw, the puppy has something to say? Too bad no one can understand what woof woof means. â He pinched his voice up to sound fake sweet. Greg growled in his direction, even letting out a bark.
âWe ainât here to talk, Petey, we are here to take you down.â Knight was the one to step forward, rolling his shoulder to get in a ready stance.
âAll brawn, no brains behind that confidence. Let's see how confident you truly are.â Petey let his claws out before taking the first shot forward-fast, low, precise. Knight reacted instantly, blocking the first strike and redirecting the motion. Petey twisted, claws flashing dangerously close to Knight's skin. Luckily, he pivoted, countering with a clean strike that forced Petey to back up.
Out of the corner of his eye, Petey saw a golden blur heading for him. Greg's teeth bared as his paws skidded slightly against the dusty concrete as he snapped toward Petey. Petey slipped away, doing a few flips to twist his way out of reach of Greg's jaws.
âTwo-vs-one?â Petey ducked under Knightâs fist while sidestepping away from Greg. âSeems a bit unfair.â
âWhatâs unfair is all the crimes you got away with, all the fear you caused.â Knight pressed forward only to witness the cat slip past him again. Greg growled and lunged again. Petey planted a paw on Gregâs snout and pushed him back.Â
Petey didnât like this. He was full-on defensive now. He had hoped to be on the attack and to harm the two, as he had with the rest of the force, to instill fear. These two just didnât know when to quit, and that annoyed the cat. It meant they could rally the others not to be afraid of him. That was not a good look, and, unfortunately, it meant which card he had to play next.
Now it was different.
Knightâs strikes came steady, trained, grounded. He lacked Greg's mind but made up for it with the controlled movement of his body. Greg adjusted his strategy to work with Knight, circling Petey, trying to corner him, forcing a tighter space to escape. This is when the duo becomes dangerous, the brains and the brawns.Â
For a moment - it worked.
Peteyâs smirk faltered as Knightâs combination pushed him back. Greg darted in again, closer than before, teeth inches away. Petey barely slipped free, lowering himself to all fours to twist out. Knight didnât give Petey much time to recover as he stepped in -jab, pivot, low kick-forcing Petey off balance again. The strike grazed him, causing him to hiss and bare his own fangs. More annoyed than hurt.
Knight and Greg stood over Petey, looking down at the fallen cat. âIt's over, Petey, we beat you again. Knight was already pulling out a set of handcuffs, still moving with caution in case the cat tried to fight back, and he always did so in the past. Greg was lost in his growling and trying to calm down from the show of aggression, and he almost missed the soft, steady noise.
Beep
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âWho said it was over?â Petey pulled out a small device from a pouch on his belt. He held it up for both to see the dread in their eyes.
Knightâs face dropped.â...Oh, come on.â
Petey composed himself enough to stand holding the bomb in his paws. âYou didnât think I lured you two out here for a simple fight, did you?â He tossed it lightly in one paw to the other. Once secure in his paw, he sprang upward and back, catching a hanging beam, then vaulted higher, out of reach, landing on the second-floor railing overlooking the warehouse. There was no way for the duo to follow up with the collapsed staircase to the side. There was no way up.
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Greg barked furiously below, pacing, searching for a way up. He did, however, stop when he noticed a small metallic mouse on the second-floor railing scurried up Petey's arm to sit on his shoulder. Its eyes glowed a faint purple. It paused to stare at the duo while Petey didnât bother to look at the added weight on his shoulder: Butler, his loyal robotic servant.
âYou two look so stressed, honestly, it must be the stresses of work. Wouldnât it be better if, I donât know, you stand down and listen to me?~â He grinned widely, hoping this was the edge the duo needed to stand down.Â
Greg growled as if to say, they never would. Knight seemed to stand by Greg's decision, stepping forward, jaw tightening. âNo, never. Itâs wrong, and we would never stop being good. Turn off the bomb, Petey, we can talk about-â
âEH! Wrong answer!â Petey sing-songed as he tapped on Butlerâs head.
Click
A split-second later-
BOOM
The explosion didnât come from the bomb in Petey's hand, but behind them in the hallway. A violent burst of dust, debris, and collapsing concrete caved inward, crumpling the passageway in on itself.Â
Both Greg and Knight shielded themselves the best they could as the dust surrounded them. Chunks of the ceiling were crashing down, sealing their only exit as dust drifted slowly to the ground.
Greg barked sharply, running to the rubble, pawing at it in search of any gaps, just anything to get out.Â
There wasnât one.
âThatâŚwas our only way outâŚâ Knight stared at the collapsed hallway.Â
âOops. Was it? Looks like youâll be staying here a while,â Petey grinned as the bomb blinked away in his palm.Â
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Petey leaned forward on the railing, almost in a relaxed manner. âYou know,â He tilted his head, âThis doesnât have to be such a struggle.âÂ
Greg and Knight exchange looks before facing up to the cat again. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, how I see it,â His tail swaying from side to side as he gestured lazily with the bomb, âYou chase me, risk your lives, get trapped now and then, and for what?âÂ
Gregâs ears lowered slightly, but his eyes focused on the bomb. Watching where the wires and buttons to the device go, maybe even trying to figure out how to turn it off.
Petey continued, voice smoother now. âDoes Ohkay City even notice? They are nothing but a bunch of dumb blockheads who are probably complaining right now about who knows what. Then worry about how the City Cop Duo is doing.â
Knight said nothing.
Peteyâs gaze sharpened. âI know your pay is pathetic for the job you do. Not only as a cop, but also as the only ones brave enough to go the extra mile. How about being taken seriously by your coworkers?â This time, his eyes met up with Gregâs. âA dog doing half the thinkingâŚâ then focused on Knight, a smirk forming. âAnd a man with half a brain.â
Greg stepped forward in front of Knight, growling at the cat again.Â
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Petey spread his arms. âBut it doesnât have to be so bad with me. You see, I see potential in both of you.â His smile got wider. âAll you have to do is get off my tail and let me have my fun. Stand down, and I can promise a small bonus and less risk on the job.â his voice dropped, more tempting now.Â
Greg stepped closer to Knight, posture firm. Knight scratched the back of his head, thinking for a second. The offer was tempting, truly it was, but it wasnât right. Knight looked down at Greg, and Greg looked up, sensing what his human was thinking. He gave a simple nod before Knight spoke. âYeahâŚno.â
Petey blinked,â No?â
Knight looked up at him again with certainty. âMaybe people donât notice all the good we do, and we ainât exactly the first pick for anything. But that doesnât change how we feel. Yeah, it gets hard, but you donât just quit cause it got hard. Itâs not easy being good, but it feels good just doing any amount of good in the world. No matter how big or small.â Greg barked once to back him up. âSo yeah, itâs a nice offer, but it's not right.â
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Peteyâs smile slowly faded. âThatâs it?â He asked flatly, a hint of a low growl coming out.
Knight shrugged as Greg stood his ground. âKinda, yeah.âÂ
Petey stared at them, annoyed, leaning more towards irritation. âUnbelievable, I offered you something I donât even put on the table for the others,â his tail lashing out, showing his breaking calm. âFine thenâŚâ he snapped, lifting the bomb slightly. âHave it your way!â He tossed the bomb with enough force to hit the ground between the cops, but not enough to set it off early.Â
Knight and Greged braced for impact, but nothing came of it.Â
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â...Oh, thatâs worse.â Knight watched as Greg crept closer, nose low and ears pinned back as he studied it more carefully than before.Â
Above them, Petey turned away, âTry not to mess it up, suckers.â They caught a glimpse of his tail before he disappeared to who knows where the second floor led out to.Â
Silence.
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Greg barked up at Knight, bringing the human's attention back to the situation at hand. He needed Knight's hands; he couldn't disarm the bomb on his own. Knight crouched beside Greg. âAlrightâŚwe can do this. No pressure.â Greg gave a short, focused bark before tapping a wire with his nose.
Petey stepped outside the front of the warehouse. Brushing the bit of dust from his fur. Butler, the small robotic mouse, stays neatly in place, giving a soft whirr. The cat glanced at the mouse, ears flicking. âOh, Iâm sure theyâll be fine, it's a small charge controlled almost. It's more of a scare than anything.â
Butlerâs eyes blinked faintly.
Petey waved a dismissive paw. âOkay, so I mostly calibrated it. The worst it does to them is more smoke and some light scrapes. This isnât an exact science to making a harmless bomb, you know.â He kept walking away, his tail swaying, trying to appear confident.
Petey slowed as Butler let out a small beep. â...Even if it was dangerousâŚIt doesnât matter, theyâll figure it out, they always do.â
The warehouse behind him lit up in a massive, deafening BOOM. Unlike the one in the hallway, this one was 10 times worse. Whatever glass was on the windows shattered out, as metal tore through the roof, creating a shockwave across the street. Petey had ducked down near the patrol car. His ears flattened as he stared back, watching the warehouse collapse in on itself.Â
This shouldnât be happening. He was sure he measured the equations correctly. The possibilities. This was all wrong. Petey tried to steady his breathing as the panic crept in. âNo.â Another section collapsed. âNo,no,no!â He leaned on the car as he stood back up, his tail puffed up.Â
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As difficult this pose was I had to do it. I used to do this with my toddler when we napped together. Now i figure petey and lil petey will enjoy this nap pose too.