The Black Dog

If you don’t alr have something in mind for this I am in NO WAY trying to make or force you to write something on this so sorry if it seems that way ☹️☹️ i just keep thinking about it and want to know if we may get more on the topic 🥹🥹

Thank you so much for reading, I'm glad you enjoyed.

As of right now, I don't see myself doing that. The only reason is that I don't really want to write something that's technically not canon in the Anti-Hero series just to avoid any type of confusion. However, I'm not against other people writing about it. It'd technically be a fan fiction about a fan fiction but why not, you know? Y'all have my full permission for it.

I'm also not against answering questions on here about what would've happen had things in the story gone differently. I love talking about that sort of stuff.

Then one day, Ponyboy was tagging along with Steve and Soda on a drive, Soda asks Steve if he could roll down a window and Steve says, "No, we can't. Ponyboy might fly out like a paper napkin."

Like just imagine. You fall asleep in a lot, you wake up, go home, and your brother just starts laying into you. Ya'll holler back and forth for a bit, your favorite brother catches a stray, you holler one more time, and then he just slap the shit out of you.

You run out of the door (neither of them try to chase you btw) find your buddy, and decide to run away together. A few minutes pass and you realize its cold as shit and you don't actually want to run away, so you go to the park instead.

When you get there, you encounter the rich kids you pissed off earlier, they try to drown you, and then your best friend just slimes one of them, and now you're both of the run for murder.

You spend a week hiding out in a church eating un-refrigerated baloney before your friend decides to go back and turn himself in, but before y'all can get back, the church catches fire you and your buddy just have to save the little kids inside, and in the process he just gets fucked up, and now he's genuinely going to die.

So then your friend dies, your evil friend can't take it, so he decides to call your house to invite you and the entire squad to watch his execution live.

After that you're so sick and traumatized you can barely walk or talk, and the cherry on top is that during that time the brother who yelled at and slapped you is sitting by your bedside feeling all bad.