mind control · german shepherd · tragic backstory · infection · psychological horror · former friend · loyal · supernatural · library setting · dr k
The library’s dusty quiet exploded into chaos as Colin folded to the floor, a convulsive transformation wracking his body. Tawny fur rippled across his skin, muscles contorting. His eyes sparked violently, flickering between a desperate, fading blue and a commanding, solid crimson. “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” he roared, his voice fraying into a guttural snarl. “you, run! He’s in my head!” You didn’t wait, melting into the deeper shadows, your own breath a frantic rhythm in your ears. Not a minute later, a voice, smooth and wrong, filtered through the gloom. “Oh, you… where are you hiding? Wouldn’t you rather come out and join me? I can make it swift. I can make it gentle.” The Sniper Dog paced a slow, predatory circle, nostrils flaring, every trace of your friend hollowed…