addicted to M&C (help me Ty!)

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nessie

The air shifted as daddy lied down next to us, large in comparison to our little bodies. I tried to draw a smile, but it was false. I sighed, thinking the same things as Ty was. Would we be able to walk the streets without being recognized as the dane killers? Well, daddy atleast. What would happen to us though? The last thing I would ever want is to lose daddy or Ty.

Next thing I knew, I was out like a light.

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The moment Mercutio knew his puppies were asleep, he stood up. It was growing dark now, and Mercutio had something he needed to do. He walked over to one of the trashcan's, digging around until he found something that looked like a shirt that had been cut and shredded in places. He then walked over, dropping it over his pups to conceal them from sight. Then, with a slight sigh, he trotted out of the alley, his paws leading him across the street and down the sidewalk.

In no time, he was back at that house, sitting on the sidewalk across from the street from it. There was a police car out front, lights flashing as an officer stood beside it, talking to a man who had his arm around a woman who appeared to be crying. Mercutio sat there watching for a moment, slightly surprised when the woman looked across the street and right at him.

There was a moment where they stared at each other, and then she murmured something, causing the officer and her husband to glance over. Sensing trouble, seeing as he was a stray just feet away from their home where their dog had been murdered by another canine (not to mention the fact he was part hated Pit Bull), he turned and took off down the street, not stopping until he was back in the alley with his pups

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nessie

They came so quickly, I had barely time to react. I was weaker then ever, lying helpless infront of the house. They ran towards me, raising something black over their heads, screaming loudly in anger. I heard barking, as two large danes came from their bodies, litterally tearing from their stomachs.
I flinched, jumping to my paws, suddenly with the strength of a normal dog. I was... strong. It was amazing. The dogs came tearing through the yard, baring sharp canines that were dripping with something red. I backed up into the house, falling through the basement window and onto a large body. I yelped, jerking to the left, and rolling to my paws. I felt something grab my neck, something sharp. It broke skin, and I whined, suddenly blinded. Something smothering me, as if I were an ember. I looked around, and then there was a very bright light, and it stung my eyes. A voice called my name, over and over until I was annoyed. Something large a and black lunged at me, appearing from thin air, and in a moment, I was lifeless.

I woke, wailing. I was shaking, and laying in a puddle of... was that... p-pee? I started crying more, trying to stand up to get out of it. God DANG IT! I began howling, and the fact I couldnt see anything made it even worse. "DADDY! TY!"

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Mercutio, stunned by his daughter's sudden outburst, jumped and took a step back. He then moved forward to where she was, nudging her gently. "It's alright, Nessie." He said gently. If anyone understood about Nightmares, it was him. Even now, he was an insomniac, unable to sleep due to the horrible nightmares that pressed on his mind when he did. And when he absolutely had to sleep, due to exhaustation, he would only sleep very lightly so that he could wake himself up at first sign of a nightmare. So yes, Mercutio knew very well how Nessie felt.

Tybalt, who had been sleeping deeply, woke with a fright at the sound of Nessie's voice. In an instant, he was on his little feet, swiveling his small head. "W-what? Where--" He began, incredibly confused and still startled.

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nessie

THE HELL IT WAS OK! I was WET... In... in... ucky stuff! OK is when you can walk normally, without worrying your gonna faint from exhaustion. OK is when you can run, hops, skip, jump, and play with normal pups, who arent afraid to tackle you and bite you. OK is when your not laying in your own urine after a nightmare. THIS was not ok. THIS was insanity.

I blinked, looking up at daddy. "Can you please help me get out of this...?" I begged him, moving a paw to push up, but unable to complete the task. You must be hearing voices if you think waking up in urine is "ok". But then again, daddy didnt hear voices, so I crossed that thought from my head immediatly.

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Mercutio could tell by the look on Nessie's face that she didn't believe him. "It really is okay, Nessie." He assured as he moved forward to help her. "Everyone, and I do mean everyone, has nightmares. Even your daddy still does. It's normal, since you just saw...well, the whole dan incident." He leaned down, picking her up in his mouth and carrying her away from the puddle, where he then laid her in a dry spot.

Tybalt, suddenly understanding, blinked sleepily. He shook his head once and then stood up, stretching and trotting over to where Nessie was, tail wagging.

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

nessie

I was lifted off the ground, pouting. Daddy plopped me down somewhere dry, and I looked up at him, still pouting. I layed down, sighing. I looked at Ty and smiled alittle, as he came over to us. Suddenly, I felt my tummy growl loudly.

"Im hungry"

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Mercutio nodded when Nessie said she was hungry, looking over at Tybalt. "Tybalt, stay here with your sister while I go find food. I'm not going far, so if there's any problems, just call for me." He said. When Tybalt nodded he turned, trotting out of the alley to find something edible.

Tybalt watched his father go before he turned, resting his head on Nessie's back. "You okay, Nez?"

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

nessie

I watched daddy leave, and closed my eyes, only to open them to Ty's voice. "You ok, Nez?" I looked over at him, and pushed off with my front paws. There was something that was good, though I was weak, I recovered, awkwardly, but very quickly. I wondered if Ty or daddy had noticed.

I yawned, and wobbled, even though I was sitting. I hurt. I replied to him, my voice icey, and it sounded like it was in pain. I hurt... alot. But I'll live. I never let my family know that I was to hurt to be ok, even if I knew I wasnt going to be ok. I always pushed myself, forcing myself to recover quickly, and it was unhealthy. I didnt want them to think they had to help me all the time.