#bully canis

and what's his fave season?

Far from it.

He trips, he falls, he bumps into random objects and/or people, and worse his asthma kicks in when he pushes himself too hard.

Now, his asthma isn't as horrible as people suspect it would be. He could run just fine but it's when he does it excessively without a break is when his lungs feel like they were going to burst. Like his heartbeat would ring in his ears, how cold he would intake his breath, and how much his vision blurs with the tears that flow from his eyes.

It was agonizing but it wasn't like Pete had a choice to stop anytime soon.

Mount Massive Asylum is what Pete considers to be Hell on Earth. Bull worth Academy should be considered a Daycare compared to whatever the Hell this place was.

Blood splattered on the floors, the walls, and even the ceiling. Mentally unhinged men roamed the halls trapped in their minds on what they considered to be real and fake. Monsters that trudged through convinced anyone or anything that was in their path was the problem and nothing more.

And as if that wasn't horrifying enough, Pete was alone.

Accompanied by the fact that he was lost, Pete didn't know where his friends had gone. Jimmy was being chased by a giant of a man, Gary was dragged off by some religious nut, and Miles was somewhere in this building. Pete didn't know, all he knew was that he was trying to convince himself to jump higher to climb that damned vent to get to another room.

He didn't have much, just his head and an empty stomach.

Wherever the teen was, he didn't know, but he did know that staying in a room with unhinged patients wasn't going to work. Getting himself up on a bloody hospital bed, Pete jumped into the vent above, crawling once more through a dusty vent to the next room over. Dropping into it resulted in a shock going up his legs, a pain that Pete, unfortunately, hasn't gotten used to.

And neither what would happen next will he ever gets used to it.

The man-patient-variant that was tied to a chair by chains then began to scream as soon as Pete stepped close to him. The teenager flinched at the screaming yet as he tried to get to the next door familiar voices began to ring from the room he was in before.

Pete looked over at the windows, in shock he saw the two naked men that he had seen walking around from before. They looked angry and very hungry as they screamed for themselves to finally indulge in their desires.

Pete ran to push the heavy set cabinet that was on his way out of the room. He could see that the men-the twins-use their bodies to knock down the locked doors that held them back. The teenager pushed even harder and as soon as the doors began to break he was already out the door, closing it with one swift motion he ran to the next door over.

He grabbed at the doorknob, adrenaline conflicting with his thoughts as he then noticed that it was locked. He instinctively looked up to see a man with a distorted face staring right back at him, screaming through the window.

“This is the experiment!”

Pete jumped back, yelping as he ran over and crashed through the open door, closing it once more with the same swift motion. He only pushed the heavy cabinet halfway through before moving to the next one, crying out as the door from before began to break under pressure.

He opened the door to what he would consider his haven until he heard that dreadful voice.

“There’s more than one way to fuck a cat. Come on!”

What the hell did that even mean?!?

Running into the hallway, Pete took his chances at running over to the left and then to the right. Which, considering his luck, the voices began to gather right at the end of it and started to get closer. Jumping over a hospital bed Pete went into another room, closing the door from behind he found himself quickly struggling with where to go.

He, of course, tried to push the heavy cabinet before giving up and jumping through the nearby vent. He was in a hallway once again, his heart at his throat, he stumbled over to a rather confusing room.

Navigating through the confusing structure of broken chairs and random desks, the teenager found himself at a standstill.

There was a gap at the end of the room.

Pete stopped himself, eyes wide as he stepped back to take in the sudden change of pace. He thought of going back only to see that a group of variants started to gather and were running straight towards him. Every one of them brandished a weapon, each sharper than the last.

Pete felt the back of his throat dry up, his heart beating faster than before he reconsidered his options.

Jump now or face whatever these sick men had planned for him.

“Why God-” Pete took a deep breath in, feeling a sharp pain perk within his chest, he ran as fast as he could.

His steps were loud, his legs stretched out, and his tears escaped his eyes as he took that leap of faith. And for a moment, a brief second, a hand had grazed his back, almost teasing him. And once it felt like gravity was by his side, Pete felt it drag him all the way down, up until his chest hit the concrete and his fingers grasped the edge.

He gasped, forcing himself to climb up the edge with as much strength as he had left within his body. He could hear the variants behind him call him out as a ‘slippery whore’ and walk off enraged. Pete let in a deep breath in and out as he laid himself on the floor, at last away from the empty abyss below.

For a second, he smiled, like he finally got himself away from harm and that he could finally let himself relax.

Getting up on his two feet, Pete walked off to what he would consider a safe place to relax. Maybe rest up a bit in the shadows and possibly find the only clean water he got to get for his dry through. And maybe he would-

“You can't hide!”

“Come on!”

Pete picked up his pace, not nothing to look back at as the door of the hallway burst open. Variants of all kinds running after him with weapons in hand, laughing and teasing him for thinking the stunt he pulled could have guaranteed his safety.

The door ahead was locked forcing Pete to run after a desk on the other side of a broken door frame. He jumped on top of it, grabbed the frame from above, and hoisted himself up and over. He barely missed the greedy hands from below, dropping to his still-aching feet. He ran off once more, through a distorted room, and another hallway, and ignored a door he knew was locked the second he looked at it.

The one room he went into might as well sealed his fate.

Pete, nonetheless, shut the door and stepped back, crying to himself how this might as well be the end. Nothing about this room screamed bland and even if he could use it as a weapon, he was unfortunately outnumbered. The best he could do was beg and pray to whatever God there’d be that could possibly help him.

Pete was about to break down, about to accept the horrors of what these disgusting men could do to him until he heard it.

“Who’s down there?”

A voice.

“You’re not one of them, are you?”

A sane and welcoming voice!

“Quick! Get in the dumb waiter if you want to live!”

It was coming from the radio, beside the waiter, someone he could finally understand and reason with!

Without a second thought, Pete got into the waiter, his tears once filled with dread then turned into joy. He laughed to himself as the waiter closed down on him, the variants that chased him down cursed to themselves as he was safely brought up and away from them. Pete was overwhelmed, thank God he found someone that could help him, someone that could call the police, someone that could help him find his friends, and so much more!

At last, he was going to live!

But as soon as Pete’s vision caught onto the man, his smile then dropped, and his chest was filled with unmistakable dread.

His skin was as dry as a raisin, his robe covered with fresh blood, his glasses broken and misused, tubes stabbed into his right arm, hair clumped and mismatched, and his face was as broken as the rest of them.

“You made the right choice, here, buddy.”

Richard Trager smiled as his fist immediately came into contact with Pete’s nose. Pete fell over himself, choking on air before another blow was given to his left eye. The teenager fell over in a heap, gasping as the madman above him looked down on him with the same smile.

“Hey, you’re one of those little shits the priest’s been talking about, aren't you? One of the...Three Wise Men or whatever. You must be exhausted. Let's take a break, huh, buddy? The old roughhousing with a little confab here and there or whatever the hell you kids do nowadays.”

Pete Kowalski is going to die.