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YOU HAVE MADE IT TO CHARLIES PLACE! CONGRATS! HERE, YOULL FIND OUT ABOUT CHARLIE AND WHAT HE DOES
But, some might be thinking, who is charlie? Charlie is a 7 year old golden doodle dog, which is a mix of a lab and a poodle! Charlie has lived with us for about 6 years and we assume hes a rescue. He's a very timid dog when he meets new people, which is unlike the breed, but once he gets to know you, he wants nothing more then to be your freind and stick by your side.
BUT WHAT IS HIS PERSONALITY (in depth)???
As stated earlier, charlie is a very timid dog once you first get to know him, but after he gets to being comfortable with you, he becomes very outgoing and friendly. He always wants to know what your doing and how your doing. When hes not checking up on you or playing, hes very lazy. honestly, this dog loves to lay around, espeically on the couch where HES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE! charlie is a very intelligent dog. he knows over 7 different tricks, which include sit, lay, hand shake, high five, hug, and much more. Charlie is also very clumsy. He will run into anything. I mean, there could be a room where every wall streches back a mile long in every direction and this room could be completely empty except for one pole in the distance half a mile away and he would still find a way to hit his head on that exact pole. DONT WORRY THO! HE DOESNT HAVE A MAJOR HEAD INJURY........yet probably.
★The peoples point of view★
Charlie was born November 16th, 2016 in the town of San Jose, California. He grew up in the home of a dog breeder named Hilton Chanler. She was 72 and was very elderly, but had a passion for dogs and adored the act of raising them. Charlie had stayed with her for about 4 months. Based on prior evidence from how Hilton runs their dog buisness, it is assumed that she had charlie put up for sale about 3 months after his birth. His early years as a pup went undocumented for about 4 months until the night of Febuary 8th, just when he was about 4 months old, when a blog on Hiltons own personal website went up stating that one of her pups was seen being taking out of her home by a masked indiviual. It was a case of Pet theft. Police were called the next morning at around 8:27 AM. This phone call can not be traced anywhere on the internet in its entirety since it has not resurfaced since the initial call was started, but based on prior interviews thats happened and snipets of the audio being used in news stations that covered the story, it is assumed that this phone call IS STILL DOCUMENTED SOMEWHERE but hasnt been publically released. For about 2 months, police worked on the case of who the masked pet criminal could be. As time went on, police started to think that a case like this would take too much resources and time to crack down since the indiviual was completely covered and no other home security had captured site of the individual besides the one from Hiltons home. This case was labeled as a dead end and the lost dog case would be marked as an unsolved mystery...... UNTIL on the morning of June 9th, when the lost dog was miraculously placed on the doorstep of a man named Robert Hughes who was a current member of the navy. As stated from his own words from an interview with the BBC, "I had to move to San Jose because the NAVY makes me move around a lot. It was my first week into my new condo. I was just getting everything unpacked so I could start living in my new home for the time and then this dog appears in my doorstep as I'm walking to grab the mail. He was sleepy and I could tell this thing was young, which make me wonder how it even got here. All I could really ask myself was where did this dog come from and what do I do with it. I mean, shit! I've never even owned a dog before. I remember picking it up and it had a folded note clipped to a necklace around his neck like some shit out of paddington or something. Its been about 2 days now. The dog is still with me, I'm just waiting for the owner to pick it up. If not I'll probably just put it up for adoption. I'm going to name it general. Now for the time being" Hilton had caught site of the news from police informing her, but unfortunately she had a stroke before the dog could be picked up and she had to be bedridden in the hospital for a full month before she could leave to pick up the dog. A young 28 year old grandchild of Hilton's, Amy Chanler, had been sent to watch the dogs for her grandmother. Amy had said that she herself wouldn't pick up the dog because, as she stated in an interview with BBC, "LOOK! I would pick up the damn dog, but that guy lives like an hour away from here. You think I got gas money for that? My grandma gets out of the hospital in, what? 3 weeks? Shes already making bank with all these dogs, she can get the damn thing herself. IM DOING THIS FOR FREE! I DONT EVEN LIKE THE LADY, SHE HATES ME HUSBAND!" Thus, the dog was there to stay with Robert. But what about the note? Well, as released from Robert himself to any outlet that wanted it, the note had stated, "Your creature has done great wonders for our galaxy, we are eternally greatful. Thank you." This stroke curiosity and confusion amongst the community, which made them think Robert was lying about the note and had stolen the dog. Robert's body hadn't matched the one in the burgler video but people still had their conspiracies. "Maybe it was another person working for Robert!" "What if this is some sort of blackmail?" People could only guess. What really did happen?
★Roberts point of view★
"These past few days have been the most stressful moments of my life. People coming at my door, accusations about me getting thrown left and right, I JUST GOT HERE! All i can really do is just take care of this dog and hope that lady comes and grabs it. The police are up my ass, trying to accuse it was me and im trying to fake all this so I look innocent. It doesnt matter, i have this dog now and i have to try and take care of it." he wrote in a little notebook he kept with him throughout his time in the NAVY. He had a habit of writing when hes stressed, anxious, or just when he just wants to say something but has nobody to say it to. He sat down where he always sits, on the rocking sofa in the living room. The dog was in his dog bed. He made him his bed with a cardboard box and paper towels, it would have to do for the time being, espeically since he hadnt even fully moved out yet. He would often spectate the dog, inspecting every movement and characteristic it had to offer. Later that night, Robert checked the dog, turned off the lights, and headed to bad as he usually would, except maybe it was a little harder for him to sleep. The next morning was quiet. He walked down the stairs, heading to the direction of his newly found pet. His bed was in the living room next to his sofa. After checking on him, he headed to the kitchen to make himself a warm cup of herbal tea. It was his favorite thing to get him started in the morning. The only sound that could be heard throughout the house was the creakiness of the floorboards and the gentle chirps of the mourning doves that lived peacefully in the oak tree infront of his house. He was content on this saturday afternoon...... Something breaks the silence, the sound of a doorknob aggressively shaking creates noise throughout the previously silent house. Robert was first startled, then confused. What kind of person goes to the door without even knocking first? Robert approached the door calmly, as he was still exhausted from had just woken up. He slowly opened the door....... THEN 17 FULL BODY TROOPS RUSH INTO THE HOME! A full on FBI raid on this mans house unfolded as he stood motionlessly, shocked at what was happening before him. As the troops entered, they broke everything in sight. Two troops has pointed their M4 Carabine right to his face. "WHERE IS THE DOG!?" they shouted aggressively, demanding an answer. "What? The fucking dog? Thats what this is about?" He uttered in a confused manner. He watched as the Secret Agent placed his index finger on the trigger. "OKAY! ILL TAKE YOU TO THE DOG!" Shaking, he took the armed men to the sleeping pup that peacefully layed inside the carboard box. The agents grabbed the box with the pup inside as well as the mans arm and swiftly left the home. The home was left lifeless and in a reck. They loaded Robert into the backseat of a black van, completely empty, with only dust piling up in the corner and a empty, crushed water bottle sitting still in the middle of the floor. The dog sat in the box, just barely waking up from its nap. One of the special service people held the box with the dog inside tightly against their lap. The van began to speed away.
★Casie's point of view★
Honestly, as someone whos worked for the government for almost two decades now, I can confidently say I wouldnt think that a 4 month old dog could be the clue we needed to assure ourselves that alien life as intelligent or even more intelligent then our own existed. It was a Saturday afternoon. We had gotten word about this missing dog case from San Jose. I heard discussions being told that this case could possibly be more then it was lead out to be. I honestly thought it was ridiculous looking deeper into this, espeically considering the fact that people as skilled and as confidential as we were needed to dip our feet into a situation that the police departments probably have under control. Is this really something the government needs to be spending time and resources on? Was THIS something we really needed to be concerned about? It didnt matter. Its not my place to decide if something is worth doing or not. I just never thought they would do to much with this idea. It was around 7:30 in the morning when I was pulled from my office and told that I needed to be involved in an immediate mission. Obviously, I was both confused and scared. An immediate mission? Is the government under attack? Oh god, were we going to have another terrorist incident? "Whats happening?" I asked strickly to the man pulling me out of my office. "Well, I dont have much, Im just a messanger boy really," the man said as he lead me through the office buildings, "but what I do know is that a residents home is believed to be witholding information about extraterrestrials possibly co-existing in our universe. Thats all I can confidently say, the AARO wont clarify much until they are 100% certain this is something." "Well, im sure they probably are, considering they are taking people out of their offices and moving them somewhere without their prior knowledge, right?" I stated. "I cant tell you that." the man said to me. Thoughts raced through my mind as he pulled me outside the office building and took me to a black van loaded with other people. Some I've never seen before, some I see but never talk to. I hopped in the passanger seat and waited for instruction. Honestly, anything could happen. I just had my mind set on it being life threatening. About 40 minutes in, and I begin to ask questions. "Where are we going?" I asked to the man driving the van. "You'll see, its somewhere in San Jose." "Will I be hurt?" I asked. "I don't know." Chills ran down my spine as he gave me that response. As a fern non-believer in aliens, it startled me to think something like this had to be taken with such drastic measures. Are the conspirators right? Were aliens real all along? My only way of knowing was to wait and see.
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We pulled up to the home, the neighborhood looked lower-class but still nicely kept. I stayed in the car as all the suited up, armed Special Agent workers exited the van through the back. I watched through the passanger window as they they forced their way inside the home. About 5-6 minutes later I see them carrying out a box and a man still in Green plad pajamas with his hands cuffed. They loaded the man in the back, and all the other Special Agent workers went in with him. They then closed the doors in the back, and we drove off. As we sat, I wondered what was in the box, but I didnt want to ask until we got there. We took him back to a FBI complex that I wasnt fimiliar with. It must have been from around the area. Both the man and the box were escorted from the backseat of a van to the inside the complex. He was fingerprinted and photographed as he made his way to the interrogation room. This is where its my turn to do my job. I was someone in the FBI who conducts interrogations and collects data on people who we believe to be dangerous. He was seated in the room as I observed him through the one way mirror. I was being told everything I needed to know by detectives. One of the detectives then tells me one of the most mindboggling and profound things I've ever heard in my 19 years as a government worker. "This man has a dog that was in physical contact with extraterrestrials. We know this from not only footage of mysterious anomalies sending the exact canine down from a UFO into this mans front porch, but also from radio requencies and signals that distrupt government satellites which, when decoded, lead us to believe that the dog this man owns is responsible for the end to an intergalactic war that spands upon thousands of years, as well as bringing peace amongst multiple galaxies." "What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, not believing a single word of bullshit I was just told. "Its all real. I know how it sounds but this dog might bring a new age to mankind." "What the fuck do I even say to that?.." "I'll give you some time to think it over." "No, yeah, that sounds like bullshit." He pulled out 6 files stacked ontop of each other. "This is everything, basically. Mostly simplied for other detectives and people like you to get a quick understanding, but yeah. This is it." I picked up the first document and scanned each page inside of it. After I was done with the first one I went to the second, then the third. I dropped the last one after I was done and just stood in silence. Was our entire way of living and thinking about the universe going to change because of a fucking dog? At first, I couldnt fathom it. I needed time to let it sink in. After about 7 minutes of drowning in my own thoughts, a detective placed his hand on my shoulder and said, "I think its about time you go in." As I entered the door, the man immediately began to talk, not in an angry way, but more in a "You got this all wrong" kind of way. He explained to me, "I have absolutely no idea whats going on, I'm in the military myself. Im part of the navy. What have I done to go against my own government? Im confused, you know I have things I need to do today, right? Can someone explain please tell me why im here?" I pulled myself together, sure my whole thought process and way of thinking about the universe was just fundamentally destroyed but that doesnt mean this guy might not still be a criminal. I explained everything, it felt like hours speaking to this man. I was both trying to get something out of him while also trying to keep my composure. Really, I was looking at this guy as some sort of explanation. I was in a stage of pure denial. As we continued, i realized he was just as confused about this situation as I was. So then why was this dog placed on his doorstep? Would we ever really know?
They kidnapped me. They did, they kidnapped me. One of their own kind, someone who works for them, not against them. They had took me into a room entirely made out of concrete, with one light hanging above and one side of the wall being reflective. A one way mirror. I sat still, I wondered what would happen to me. Would my position be revoked? Was I being outcasted by the government? WAS I BEING KICKED OUT OF THE UNITED STATE? or was I to be locked in a jail cell for the rest of my life. I could only imagine. Then, a woman came in, brown hair, slender body, hazel eyes, and a black suit on. i immediately tried to explain myself. "I have absolutely no idea whats going on, I'm in the military myself. Im part of the navy. What have I done to go against my own government? Im confused, you know I have things I need to do today, right? Can someone explain please tell me why im here?" It felt like those words went right over her head. She didnt look fully serious, I could tell she was worried about something but we carried on. She looked me in my face and told me why I was here. The reasoning had almost made me laugh. She had told me that the dog that had appeared at my doorstep and was causing coverage all across town was, at one point, under alien possession. She elaborated as much as she could on that and I just couldnt wrap my head around it. She asked me more questions. My name, where I was from, and of course about what I knew about this. I explained my side of the story in as much detail as I could, I couldnt have my life ruined over this. She thanked me and exited the room. I didnt know anything about this woman, besides the fact her name was Casie based on her name tag that she had clipped to her suit. I sat and waited. "Wow," i thought to myself, "Is my tax money really going into this research?" Nexg on the t thing I knew, two men proceeded to ask me to exit the room and follow them. They began to blind fold me and cuff me. They then began taking me to another room, this time, when i took my blindfold off, I was in room that was completely empty. The walls were white and the floor was a brown marble floor, as well as a single speaker and security camera in the corner of the wall. Turning around, I only saw the door i entered through, it was wooden and had one window to it that was skinny in width but tall in height. I stood in that same room, aimlessly wondering for about 5 minutes until the door opened. What had they came in to do? Place the dofloor and exit the room. Well, it was nice seeing something cute for a change, but I was still confused. The young dog ran up to me, pounched on my legs, holding itself up onto my waist and trying to reach my head to lick me. I petted the dog for a bit until the speaker had begun saying something. "We are here to run a few tests on the dog. We believe that if your the one conducting these tests, the dog will be more reluctant to follow what you have to say." It was silent for about 10 seconds after. Maybe they were waiting for me to respond. "Okay, so what do you want me-" "Your first task will be to try and get it to follow you." Alright then. I started to walk around the room, and the dog followed. "See if it knows any of the following tricks: Sit, lay, shake, or roll over." It couldnt do any of those things. About 10 minutes into these strange "tests" I was asked to wait until further instruction. In the meantime, I began to pet the dog. He seemed to be enjoying it. Then, as I was petting his back, I felt a small, round bump. "Thats weird." i thought to myself. I began to feel the bump between my fingers to soon realize it wasnt attached to the dog at all, it had to have been implanted in. I could move it upwards, it wasnt attached to any muscle or anything. As i felt the bump more, the dog showed no signs of it hurting him at all. What the hell is this thing? i tried to pull away the dogs thick fur coat to only find that the bump was buried under the skin with a small cut right beside it. The cut looked completely healed but with a left over scar. As I examined the bump more, something unexpected happened. From under the skin, i could notice a faint red light blinking on and off from under the skin and a quiet high pitched beep. FUCK! DOES THIS DOG HAVE A BOMB IN IT? I immediately tried to signal to the security camera that something was wrong. I waved my hand infront of the camera and yelled as much as I could that something was wrong. Honestly, I was fearing for my life. Two suited agents entered the room about 20 seconds later and began to examine the dog. I showed them where the bump was at and the dog was quickly moved out of the room. I was told to stay here and that they were to be back shortly. I complied and as they closed the door, I stood in the silent, empty room alone.
As quick as I could, I grabbed the dog and began hurrying to the pre-planned vet that our amazing and incredibly smart government had thought about getting before hand for this case. As a proud and very important government worker that I am who helps shape america today, I quickly alerted the nearby vet about what was going on and he took the dog and went into a room. God, I love how fast and efficient our government works to help keep our country going around. About 9 minutes go by and the vet hands me the dog. "The effects of the anesthesia is still wearing off so he might be a little sleepy. Just hold him gently." he said to me. "Sure thing you brave soul! But, since I technically fall under the government umbrella, I think I should legally be allowed to know what happened to him." "Uhh. No yeah sure. Come inside Ill show you real quick." He lead my inside where there was a small table full of supplies he brought to insure the dogs health. Just lame stuff, I didnt really pay attention. What i did pay attention to, however, was what the vet was showing me. "You see, this small ball object was implanted inside the dog. We arent really sure what it is.
"Wow... Absolutely terrifying. It kinda looks like a silver ballsack though." I stated, still shaken to my core. "Yeah thats just how it looks. I'm going to take it to someone else so they can try and identify what it is. You should go return the dog back to its designated area, though." "I'M ON IT!" I exclaimed with confidence. I began to take the tired dog back to its testing area. I placed it inside, the man already in there was sitting on the ground quite patiently, I might add! I then closed the door and was back on my incredibly important duties!
I was sitting back in my office. It had been maybe 2 hours since I last had interviewed Robert. By this point, I'm sure the whole government was curious on what was going on, and It felt like I was to be the backbone to solving this. Another suited man entered my office space, He told me that they had found a device in the dog. A tiny round, silver ball. I was confused at first. Was this an alien device? Maybe. "Do they know what it does?" I asked, hoping they did. "Not yet, they just found it. They want you to come over and see it yourself. It might be an important clue for you. Bring your notepad." I stood up from my rolling chair and followed his lead. He took me to a room I was slightly fimiliar with, but I never really go into since its not part of my feild. The room was filled with tech, wires cluttered the floor and shelfs. Pieces of tech were scattered across desks that I assumed were for building and dismantling things. In the room were 3 engineers I knew worked here. I had seen them around but never got to talking to them. The person who had lead me in here stood near the back as I stepped forward. I greeted the engineers and I stood over the desk they were all huddled around. Then, there it was. It was about the size of a Cheerio it seemed. I noticed it was beeping and a low sounding beep could be heard. "So, what is it?" I asked. "We dont know," one of the engineers had stated to me, "we thought you should come for photos and to just examine it. We are trying to find out what this is though. We think it might be a tracking device, however we arent sure." "What do you mean your not sure?" I asked, with a mix of confusion and anger radiating down my body and trickling through my voice. "Tracking devices are usually flat, like little computer chips. This is a ball, which doesnt make sense to us. It isnt pratical to insert." "Hm." They had nothing for me. I'll write what I need then go. "I need to get something from my office." They understood, and I exited the room. I was just going to grab my notepad. It wouldnt take more then 2 minutes. As I approached my office, opened the door, and grabbed my notepad from my desk, I headed back to the area with the device. As I walked through the hallways, I could pick up the faint smell of smoke and concrete. "Thats weird." I thought to myself. I saw someone appear from around the corner, running the opposite direction from where I was heading. They looked frightened, like their life was at stake. Then another came running down the hallway, then more, and at that point I was a bit frightened myself. What the hell were these people running from? I turned the corner and walked to the room I was supposed to be in.
As I opened the door, I immediately noticed the huge hole in the ceiling, revealing the outside sky above. On the floor, there were broken computer parts injured engineers scattered across the floor. The room had been completely trashed, and as I look forward, I see the most terrifying thing imaginable...
I screamed as I ran as quickly as I could. Chills scattered evenly throughout my body, I was in utter shock and fear. I had never ran so fast in my life. There was a loud BOOM behind me, the door had been completely smashed open. I WAS BEING CHASED! "Yo wheres that dog bitch?" was screamed behind me as I ran forward. That thing was here for the dog?
I saw silently sitting in my empty room with my dog. It had been about an hour since I last was able to leave this room. I didnt want any of this to happen. I just wanted to live my life, get back into my routines, and see all my NAVY buddies. Instead, I'm stuck here with this dog who caused all this trouble. I was quite tired. The gentle hum of the light above me blared a strangly relaxing noise, the silence that echoed throughout the room quited my thoughts, it felt as though I was at peace. As I layed flat on the floor, my dog curled up besides me. We both closed our eyes and drifted away into slumber........... WEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! The dog and I both jolted upwards. My heartrate increased, my body was in a panic from the sudden loud noise. What the fuck is that?!?!? I looked around in confusion and stood up. The door was locked so it was the only thing I could really do was stare out the window. I watched as workers ran across the hallway and out of my line of sight. I tried to get the attention of someone running by but they were too focused on running away that they didn't see me. I then tried getting the attention of someone from the one way mirror, or the security camera, praying to God someone was coming out to get me. 5 minutes go by and nothing. I hear the faint screams of groups of people outside echoing throughout the hallway as loud noises from the alarm blared in every inch of the building. I was a fighter, I cant just stay here and let whatever's making us lockdown kill me??! I began to kick the door as many times as I could. Nothing happened. Not even a dent. I began to panic as I realized the door was too strong for me. I kept kicking and kicking but nothing would happen. I began to step back, the dog had been following me the whole time as this ordeal took place, he was just as worried as I was. I directed him to stick to the side of the room. I walked to the back of the wall. I prepared myself and ran full speed into the door. I put my leg up, and promptly kicked forward. The sound of metal falling could be heard. I gently pushed the door, unsure of if it worked. With ease, the broken door creaked open. The dog and I instantly started to exit the room. I looked both ways in the hallway to see if anyone there. Empty, we took too long. I started running to the right, as it was the same direction the workers were running in the beginning. As I got to the end, I began taking every turn I could see. The dog followed me every step of the way. As we turned into the next hallway, I stopped abruptly. I saw something that struck me with curiosity and horror. One of the doors in this hallway was completely broken down, with only a hole being left. As I approached the giant hole, I saw something that shook me to my core. Not only was there a hole in the ceiling as well as the room being a mess, but there were injured people laying on the floor, surrounded by computer parts and wires, unable to move. There were two of them. I tried to wake one up, but not a muscle moved. I checked their blood pulse. They were long gone. I tried the get the other one up. They were barely alive. I quickly asked her, "Are you alright?" "N....No." They replied, clinging on to any amount of time they had left to live. "It's ok, I can call a doctor over or something. I can fix this." "No.... It's ok..." "Who did this to you?" I asked curiously. "A green.........a-...." She died in my arms that day. I layed her back down on the floor gently. I payed my respects and left the room back out into the hallway. A green what though? What was she talking about?
I swiftly ran behind a hallway corner, he had lost my trail. I could still hear the sounds of him screaming for me echoing throughout these barren hallways. "Ay bitch get the fuck back here hoe." Alarms still echoed in distance parts of the building, I could hear their sinister screech softly in the distance. This was something I did NOT plan for. In the hallway I turned into, there was a door about 6 feet away from me. Without question, I opened it quietly and went inside. It was pitch black. All I could see was the light that came in from the window on the door. I placed my hands against the walls and started to feel around. I felt the shape of a lightswitch glide between my fingers. I flicked the switch up and the room started to fill with light. Observing around the room, I could see what appeared to be the community room. Classroom chairs were placed around the sides of the walls, put into rows of three infront of each other. In the middle, there sat classroom tables arrangeed in a square, with chairs at each table. The walls were filled with bulletin boards that were either empty or had random ads in it for stuff I've never seen. In one part of the wall, there were multiple plaques hung up and in the very back corner of the room was an American flag hung by pole. This room was almost completely empty and pretty much useless. What happened next stopped me in my tracks. I could hear the footsteps of something inching down the hallway. I ran to the light switch and shut it off. I layed sat down on the ground right next to the door. The light from the window hit the floor infront of me. My heart sank further and further down for every footstep I heard getting closer and closer. The silhouette of something slowly began to pass by the window's light. It felt like time stopped, the silence was overbearing. Then, it passed by and I could hear the footsteps get quieter. Thank God. I gently stood up and proceeded to- FUCK I HIT MY HEAD ON THE DOOR BEHIND ME FUCK! The footsteps began to walk back to the door. I stepped back a little before the door had been slammed open with a loud thud. FUCK! THE ALIEN WAS HERE! "You was tryna hide from me, huh?" He had a face full of anger, he wanted that dog and he wasn't going to stop at anything to get it. I stumbled back in fear, trying to keep my balance as he inched closer to me. "What is it with you and the dog, huh? Why do you want it so bad?" His glance softened, he stopped in his tracks. "Yo, that dog means a lot to me bro. That thing brought peace amongst galaxies bro, that thing saved my family BRO." "BUT HOW! What did it do exactly?" I asked curiously, still in a somewhat defensive mode. "Yo, he stopped the war between the Xionics and Brawtaric nations. The two nations had been fighting over land for almost 15.257 million years. I am part of the Xionics side, we the best side. Our people work hard for what we want, we show values and we respect one another, the Brawtaric's dont do SHIT! THEY SUM LAND STEALING BITCHES! But we both believe in the same religion. Our God believes that a worthy sacrifice can end our war and bring peace and unity amongst the galaxy. We think that dog is the key to saving our nations......NOW TELL ME WHERE THAT DAMN DOG IT!" he then shouted in a demanding voice. His mood swithched quickly. He was back to hostile. He began to step closer and closer to me, slowly reaching towards the semiautomatic pistol he had strapped to him. I stepped backwards, hitting my hips on every chair that came behind me. "GET BACK!" I yelled. I was being moved back into a corner. There was nothing around to protect me, except for the american flag pole. Sure, it was impratical, large, and possibly disrespectful but I WAS IN A LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION! We both moved at the same speed, he tried to quickly grab his pistol, while I began to pull the flag pole from the ground and move it towards his direction. He pulled his pistol out and pointed it directly at my head, to which I then pierced his chest with the golden, sharp finial that stuck to the top of the flag. His expression dropped, his eyes widened, his arms began to shake slightly as he dropped his pistol to the floor. He stood for about 4 seconds, assessing what had just happened to him. He then collapsed to the floor, a small pool of purple fluids began to form around him. Was he dead? Yeah. He's probably dead. I stepped over his bleeding body and exited the room.
A visualization of the events that occured..
With the dog by my side, I ventured through each hallway. Its hard to know where your going when there are hallways like these that feel like they can go on forever. Each hallway was pratically the same, long and narrow with closed doors lined on each sides of the walls. In each hallway I turned into, I would calling for anyone to see who was there. "HELLO? WE NEED HELP!" No answer, just like every other hallway I'd been in. Then, as I began to turn a corner, I immediately noticed something different, one of the doors was wide open. That's weird. I peeked inside, hoping that someone was there. It was definitely something, I wouldn't say it was someone though. A dead thing layed on the floor. It was in the shape of a person, except it was green, and had purple stuff puddling around it and it had weird green antenn- OH! THAT WAS THE GREEN THING THE GIRL WAS TALKING ABOUT! It was dead though, the problem must have been solved. Observing around the scene, I could see an american flag laying on the ground. Obviously, it had been damaged and covered in that same purple sludge with its top missing. The chairs in this room had also been pushed to the side. It was like someone was moving them. As I got closer to the green guy, I noticed that the missing top was stuck inside it's chest. That is disgusting. The dog began to sniff out the corpse, you could tell he was being quite cautious. He kept sniffing a semiautomatic pistol that was next to the green thing. As I picked it up, I noticed there was no ammo in this gun. Maybe they had shot out all the ammo but then why was there no bullet holes in this room? Also, if someone WAS in here, why did this green guy have no gunshot wounds? I picked up the gun and placed it in my pocket, the handle was sticking out. The dog kept smelling around the room. As he did that, I began to walk around a little bit. What kind of room is this? These desks and chairs look exactly like the ones I'd find in a classroom. I'd expect the government to have better equipment then THIS! As I was observing the room, the dog began to make whiny noises. "What? What is it, buddy?" He was barking at the green thing. From the side of the room I was at, I could see that it was moving. Very slowly, and without a lot of movement, but still moving nonetheless. I quickly hurried to the dog and moved it aside. "Hello?" I asked. "Help...." I quickly rushed over to it and began to start pulling him up. "Are you ok?!" I asked, concerened. "Yeah, I'm good. Our kind is quite resistant. We have two hearts instead of one. Sadly though, one of my hearts has been punctured." "Is that bad?" "No, we can survive just fine with one heart." I began to move him towards one of the chairs so he would have somewhere to sit. The dog was hiding in the corner of the room. He knew something I didn't and he wanted nothing to do with this thing. "Just stay here, there's a first aid kit on the wall outside, I'll just go get it." "Thank you..." As I walked back, I called for the dog to follow me. "Come here, boy!" When he moved towards me, I saw the green guy's friendly and emotionless face turn tense and full of both surprise and fury as he noticed the dog was in the room with him. Wait, SHIT! IS THIS THE- NO IT CAN'T BE! FUCK! I speed walked out the door as the dog followed close behind me. I slammed the door and began to ran as quick as I could. The dog and I ran side by side as we made our way to the closest turn at the end of the hallway. "YOU BITCH, YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME!" screamed a muffled voice from behind us. WAS THAT THE ALIEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT? DAMN IT! As we ran towards the end of the hallway, I could hear a door slam open from behind us. I quickly glanced around and saw the alien leaning on the door handle with one of his arms over his wound. His face was filled with pure rage. I quickly turned a corner and ran wherever my instict lead me.
At this point, I was just trying to find a telephone, I needed to call someone, anyone who can help get me home. I tried, the doors out were totally locked. This was a lockdown but if there werent people here at all then they probably got out before the had locked all the doors, most likely because the problem was happening from the inside, not the out. I had assumed someone was already calling in services to help control the situation here, and it seemed like everyone had already evacuated except for me. You'd think you could find a telephone rather easily here, RIGHT? But every single door here locks automatically when you close it, which is where most telephones are located, and I didnt have the key for any of them. Plus, there is no telephones anywhere in this building. I either needed to find the main lobby area or my office. Those were the only two places I knew for sure had a phone. I started to walk through the halls, taking turns left and right. I usually know where I'm going here but the hallways here always looked the same. When I was in a panic to run, I must have not looked where I was running to and got wound up in some random location. I was looking for any clues I could find that indicated where I even was. Thats when the sleek words hung above a pair of double doors reading "Cafeteria" found its way to me. Finally, somewhere I knew. I pushed the doors open and walked through. I walked past the cafeteria tables to head to the exit door across the room. As I was walking to my destination, I heard the doors I came in from open behind me. I quickly snapped around, both confused and startled. I then saw something I didnt expect. The guy, Robert or something? The guy I interviewed. Did we leave him here? He stood with the door wide open, I could see a dog standing right beside him. He shouted at me, "Hey its me, the guy you spoke to. Look, I'm probably in the same situation as you. Sorry if im doing something illegal or something but we need help. Look, theres this alien who had a glock and he was hurt or something and I tried to help him because he was like dying and he seems super pissed off at me-" "WAIT!" I shouted quickly, stopping him from spewing words at me. "YOU SAW WHAT? DID YOU HELP HIM?" "Well, I tried to. I think this is the same alien you were trying to interrogate me about earlier. When he saw my dog he totally flipped on me." "UGGHHHH!" I ughed, I was hoping that thing died. "I was sure it was dead. I mean, I got a good hole in him. I USED THE AMERICAN FLAG FOR GODS SAKE! Oh god, what if it kills us?" as I panicked, I began to say things I really didn't mean but said out of pure stress. "Dude, are you stupid? Do you know what you just did?" I said as I began to hyperventilate. "Okay, yeah, my bad for having empathy for something, I guess we should just remove that from our fucking heads then." He said sarcastically. "I'm not saying don't have empathy, but you could have at least had some sense of reasoning when you saw a green thing laying on the floor with a GUN NEXT TO ITS HANDS!" "I THOUGHT SOMETHING SHOT IT!" "OH YEAH, REALLY!? PEOPLE JUST LEAVE THEIR GUNS ON THE FLOOR!" "IF ITS A CRIME SCENE, YES!" "ACTUALLY, IF THE PERSON WASN'T A FUCKING DUMBASS THEY WOULD TAKE THEIR GUN! DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT THE FINIAL IN IT?" "WELL, YEAH BUT HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO WAS GOOD AND WHO WAS BAD?!" "OH REALLY?!" "YEAH!" " OH YEAH REALLY?" "YEAH!" "YOU KNOW WHAT ITS FINE! We don't need to argue. Theres nobody else in this building let's just work together because we clearly both want to leave." I said, obviously being the bigger person. "Fine....You didn't have to yell at me." I began asking questions, "Did you see where he went?" "No, He lost my trail." "How was he still alive?" "He said he had two hearts because his species is super resistant." "How did you help him?" "I didn't really get to doing it. I said I would grab a first aid kid from just outside the room where it was hanging and thats when he flipped out on me." "Oh... Okay, I see.. Well, sorry for yelling then. Maybe he doesn't know how to use it." "Its okay." We both made up, I think we both realized how much we wanted to escape, however, this guy still is a suspected felon. I can't take his claims so lightly if he isn't confirmed to be 100% innocent. Damn, did we ever even get to using a lie detector test on him? Whatever. I then told him, "I'm trying to head to the main office to call for help. You'll come with me, but don't consider yourself a freeman just yet." "Alrigt." he simply said.
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