victory_road | 004. Video

_{[The entire screen is black and white as it pans across a backyard. Everything's buried under a good foot of snow, and big fat flakes are whirling past the camera so fast that they straight-up pixelate.]}

So... for those just tuning in...

_{[The camera's view jerks very suddenly to a massively fluffy Growlithe, who is very carefully sniffing the base of a completely snow-covered shrub.]}

... We're going for the fifteen-minute mark on Cooj TAKING HIS SWEET-ASS TIME FIGURING OUT WHERE TO PEE.

For the love of GOD, Cujo.

_{[He looks back at the camera, big pink tongue lolling out, and shakes off, spraying half-melted snow everywhere. Then he moves on to one of the patio chairs, along with the lumpy, weird-looking snowman from earlier that afternoon cheekily posed to be sitting in it-- to give that the once-over with his nose instead. And the trainer behind the camera lets out a melodramatic sigh.]}

What crime did I commit in a past life to deserve thi--

_{[and right then and there the video turns to a blur, because the snowman in the patio chair just stood up and Heather is LEAVING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE FUCK THAT COOJ YOU CAN PEE ON YOUR OWN]}

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Me... too, actually.

_{[She's USED to unexplained monsters putting up more of a fight.]}

But it's... kind of a puddle now, so...

_{[She takes a moment to thank the cosmos that Cujo is a Fire-type and therefore not prone to rolling in puddles. ... He rolls in plenty of OTHER things, but at least not puddles.]}

[As Mabel kept on staring at the puddle, she simply just looked back at Heather and then back at the puddle once more]

...What are you going to do now? It's not chasing after you soooo.....

Try and... find out what that was, I gues--ohGOD.

_{[With a terrible tap, a big stick-arm had whacked against the door. THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE. A DIFFERENT ONE.]}

Seriously?!