[Just as a general cw, there may be harm whether physical or mental to the dog in these prompts, so proceed accordingly.]
I. THE ONLY ME IS ME
[Charlie has been searching for a way to get out of this room for some time now, sniffing the corner all the way around in an vain attempt to see if he could get out. When he stood up on his back paws, he was able to easily reach the peephole just as any person would have been able to.
When he sees the man out there, his brow crinkles in confusion, but then the memory of his death comes unbidden into his mind. The car hitting him, his body flying through the air while his soul was jerked straight towards Heaven. He stumbles away from the door shaking his head.
That's when he realizes someone else is in the room with him. Apprehensively, Charlie turns his head, hoping this isn't another spooky image this place is coming up with.]
Uh....please tell me you're friendly?
[He asks in a hopeful tone.]
II. DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL NOW
There is definitely a feeling of unrest Charlie gets going down the hallway, one that makes the fur on the back of his neck stand on end. He doesn't like staying in here longer than one moment than he has to, so he reaches up, trying the doors with his paws. Just how a dog can open up a door without opposable thumbs is a question best left for another time.
When nothing works, he moves forward, stumbling through and actively trying to ignore the pictures until he reaches what looks like an exit. With a sigh of relief, he walks through....only to find himself back in the exact same hallway. And it looks like there's now someone else here with him.
"Huh. Did I make a wrong turn?" He asks them, looking around suspiciously at the hallway that the dog was certain he'd already gone down.
III. NOW'S THE TIME FOR ACTION
[This place is strange. Charlie has already had a bellyful of it and he hasn't even been here that long. Honestly, is this some inspired version of Hell he's just never encountered before?
When the urge to make noise comes upon him, well, he's a dog. There's one good way to make noise he knows about. That's how you'll find him making an ear-splitting and yet slightly musical sounding howl.]
AAWWWWOoooooWWWOoooooo!!
[Once he's done with that, he'll be grabbing a noise maker, and joining in.]
IV. ARRIVAL
This isn't the first time Charlie had been abruptly yoinked from his own world and ended up somewhere else. So while it's disorienting, he's not all that confused. He's not sure how long he's gonna stay here for, but the first thing he's gotta do is get some cash. Money makes the world go 'round, after all.
He slinks up behind a likely target, looking for the tell-tale bulge of a wallet in their pocket. Then he deftly begins to pull it out using only his teeth. That's when the person turns around. Dammit. He must be losing his touch. That's how you find yourself face-to-face with the biggest German Shepherd you've ever seen in your life, holding your wallet in between his teeth with a sheepish look on his face.
Charlie | All Dogs Go To Heaven
I. THE ONLY ME IS ME
[Charlie has been searching for a way to get out of this room for some time now, sniffing the corner all the way around in an vain attempt to see if he could get out. When he stood up on his back paws, he was able to easily reach the peephole just as any person would have been able to.
When he sees the man out there, his brow crinkles in confusion, but then the memory of his death comes unbidden into his mind. The car hitting him, his body flying through the air while his soul was jerked straight towards Heaven. He stumbles away from the door shaking his head.
That's when he realizes someone else is in the room with him. Apprehensively, Charlie turns his head, hoping this isn't another spooky image this place is coming up with.]
Uh....please tell me you're friendly?
[He asks in a hopeful tone.]
II. DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL NOW
There is definitely a feeling of unrest Charlie gets going down the hallway, one that makes the fur on the back of his neck stand on end. He doesn't like staying in here longer than one moment than he has to, so he reaches up, trying the doors with his paws. Just how a dog can open up a door without opposable thumbs is a question best left for another time.
When nothing works, he moves forward, stumbling through and actively trying to ignore the pictures until he reaches what looks like an exit. With a sigh of relief, he walks through....only to find himself back in the exact same hallway. And it looks like there's now someone else here with him.
"Huh. Did I make a wrong turn?" He asks them, looking around suspiciously at the hallway that the dog was certain he'd already gone down.
III. NOW'S THE TIME FOR ACTION
[This place is strange. Charlie has already had a bellyful of it and he hasn't even been here that long. Honestly, is this some inspired version of Hell he's just never encountered before?
When the urge to make noise comes upon him, well, he's a dog. There's one good way to make noise he knows about. That's how you'll find him making an ear-splitting and yet slightly musical sounding howl.]
AAWWWWOoooooWWWOoooooo!!
[Once he's done with that, he'll be grabbing a noise maker, and joining in.]
IV. ARRIVAL
This isn't the first time Charlie had been abruptly yoinked from his own world and ended up somewhere else. So while it's disorienting, he's not all that confused. He's not sure how long he's gonna stay here for, but the first thing he's gotta do is get some cash. Money makes the world go 'round, after all.
He slinks up behind a likely target, looking for the tell-tale bulge of a wallet in their pocket. Then he deftly begins to pull it out using only his teeth. That's when the person turns around. Dammit. He must be losing his touch. That's how you find yourself face-to-face with the biggest German Shepherd you've ever seen in your life, holding your wallet in between his teeth with a sheepish look on his face.