#dannyphantomcujo

Cujo-

The guard dog was put down, his trainer there to say good-bye to him.

The last thing before death, all the dog thought was of his squeaky toy, his trainer’s cries, and his own name, Cujo. 

Right before he died, he felt weak. Like a puppy...

After that it was pitch black.

Cujo hasn’t heard his name in a long time. He was destructive and unaware of anything.

His only anchor for his humanity is what he remembered from his death. He hasn’t heard his name since his death, all he sees is black- sometimes when he thinks someone’s called his name, he sees. But only for a split second.

Cujo, oh how lonely. It’s really been a long time. Wouldn’t his trainer come to find him? He should look.

And that’s when he first entered the Human Realm.

“-Cujo-”

Cujo could see. A teenager crouched in front of him... How did he get here?

Was this boy his trainer?

Was he no longer alone?

“Hey buddy.” The strange white haired boy chuckled, Cujo barked excitedly in return.

“Shh-Shh, are you trying to get Amity on my bad side?” The teen jokingly scolded.

Cujo settled on yipping, “Good boy.” The boy pet his head with a charming smile.

This boy was his trainer.