text: They say dogs care about their masters more than themselves. I suppose that's true, considering I am a dog after all. All dogs are loyal, to the bitter end. I'd run on broken glass barefoot for my master. I'm not like other dogs, I have human level intelligence. None of my family has my gift, or does any other dog on Earth. I guess I'm special. My name is Boston, and I'm a Border Collie. After years of being abused, I was finally adopted by a kind human called Charlie. For once in a long time, I was happy. Charlie was my everything. He adopted me after I thought the whole world left me behind. He gave me a home, a reason to live again. I loved him, and he loved me. I was his dog, his friend. Finally, I found a home for myself. But life has a bad habit of turning nasty. One day Charlie was going to the store like always. It was supposed to be a normal day, God damn it! I was sleeping in a ball on the couch, Charlie walked out putting on his shoes.. "I'll be right back, Boston. I'm gonna get some milk." Charlie said, rubbing my head. I was dead asleep, not paying attention. I heard the front door open and Charlie turning on the car. I slept for a while, I dreamt Charlie was scratching my stomach. He was scratching just the way I liked it, but something felt wrong. Charlie's hand suddenly turned ice cold, he was scratching harder than usual. The air around us turned thick and heavy, a sudden rush of dread washed over me. Charlie scratched me hard, breaking the skin. I whimpered a little, suddenly looking up. What I saw wasn't Charlie, it wasn't even human! It was a mass of eyes and lips, writhing and squirming in a grotesque fashion. It's flesh was pink, it had tendrils oozing out of its many hairy folds. "C-charlie?" I asked, terrified. "I AM GOD!" The creature roared, pining me to the couch. I couldn't move, it held my arms and legs firmly in place. I was horrified, I never felt so powerless before. I tried biting the tendrils, but it coated my tounge in a thick layer of slime, it made me feel sick. "TIME TO JOIN PARADISE, BOSTON." It screamed, extending it's tendrils around my neck. They slithered in my mouth, forcibly opening my maw wide. They were so strong, the slime and ooze stung my mouth. A thick tendril shot down my throat, extending down to my stomach. It caused me to choke, I couldn't breath. I felt it writh in my stomach, it hurt like hell! I thought I was going to die. Then I woke up. I was still on the couch, except it was dark. I caught my breath, gasping for air. My eyes were watering, it felt so real. My mouth had a sour taste, I licked my gums, an ooze was between my teeth. I looked around the room, Charlie wasn't there. I couldn't have been sleeping for more than an hour and all ready it's night? I got up and walked into the kitchen. Somehow it was even darker than the living room. On the microwave clock was 1 PM. I was even more confused than before. Was there a power outage? Surely not otherwise it would have a flashing 12. I went back to the living room and turned on the light. The light illuminated the dark and empty cabin. I then opened the curtain, an oppressive sea of black stared back at me. I had more questions than answers. Why was everything so dark? What the hell was my dream? But the most important question ate away at my mind. Where's Charlie? Charlie should be home by now, how long does it take to get some milk? My mind was racing. Nothing made sense, it's like I woke up in a nightmare. Nightmarish thoughts raced through my head. What if Charlie was hurt, or worse? No, it couldn't be. Charlie was safe and I'm gonna find him. If it's the last fucking thing I do. I walked to the front door and turned the knob. The black void in front of me called me, beckoning me to join it's maw. I took a deep breath and stepped one foot outside. I'm coming, Charlie.