Yapper II

The maids followed behind them and locked 935 inside the room. 935 had a smile on his face as he watched them close the door.

He smiled as remembered how the annoying dog yapped no more. 935 felt something prick him under his foot he reached for it and pulled out one of the dogs canines.

His smile broadened when he remembered how he pulled the dogs teeth out one by one.

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*YAK! YAK!!*

He picked up the injection from the floor and headed for the door, he opened the door to see the dog in front. The dog began to growl and bark at him. 

*GRRRR!! YAK! YAK!! GRRRR*

935 looked at the dog as it kept on barking and growling, he bent down and in a motion that surprised the dog, held the dog's head with his bloody hands before pulling the dog into the room and shutting the door.

Yapper struggled in his arms and bit him, but this only made 935 grip the dog even tighter. He placed the dog on the floor and sat in front of it.

935 raised a hand towards Yapper, Yapper quickly lunged for it, it bit 935's hand so hard that he started to bleed.

Bone crushing sounds were heard as Yapper bit off 935's index finger off and stood before him in a position ready to attack.

935 had a cold expression as he stared at Yapper who growled at him.

*GGGRRRR!! GGRRRRRRR!!*

"My turn" 935 said as he lifted Yapper up, he stared at his index finger in-between Yapper's teeth and lifted the hand with the missing finger to the dogs view.

From growling Yapper watched as blood stopped flowing from the finger and slowing the skeleton there began to elongate. After the skeleton reached the normal length, muscles and veins formed around it. And finally flesh covered the newly regenerated finger.

Yapper began to whimper the moment it saw the look in 935's eyes.

935 reached for the dogs mouth, forced it open and pulled out a canine. Yapper whimpered loudly as 935 pulled out its teeth one by one. Yapper struggled but 935 gripped the back of its neck firmly as it was suspended up in the air. It tried to howl but the moment he attempted it 935 tugged at its tongue and shook his head.

With its tail in-between its legs, Yapper's eyes pleaded for mercy as its eyes began to tear up.

935 looked at the tail then back at its eyes. Yappers eyes begged him for mercy, telling him not to do anymore to him but he ignored the dog's plea, he turned the dog around and placed it on the floor. Yapper's mouth was still bleeding as his body processed the new wave of pain it felt in its mouth.

As though the pain in its mouth was not enough it suddenly felt 935's hand wrap around its tail, it tried to to fight and look behind but its head was held in place by his torturer's other hand.

935 let out a sigh and closed his eyes, as though he was saying a final prayer before he opened his eyes and a devilish smile spread across his face.

With immense force he pulled up Yapper's tail.

*ARF!*

Was the only sound that Yapper could let out as a new wave of pain washed over its body. Its body jerked a bit as it felts its spine getting forcefully pulled out along with its tail.

Its muscles and flesh clung onto its spine, refusing to let go of such a vital part but 935's strength was stronger as he pulled with intense force ripping both the tail and spine out.

Yapper couldn't even beg for help as its entire life flashed before its eyes. It remembers the first day Trisha picked him up from its pet center, down to the first treat he got for being a good boy. How Trisha and Desmond scratched the back of its ear and all the good memories it shared with its owner. It truly regretted not only biting 935's finger but barking at his door but it was too late.

935 threw its spine towards the window and dug his hand into the dogs insides. Blood gushed out of Yapper's back staining the dogs fur, its once beautiful white fur was slowly painted into a beautiful shade of crimson.

As Yapper felt its own lifesource ooze out, its eyelids became far too heavy to keep open. Its eyes closed shut never to be open again.

935 on the other hand didn't even notice the dogs heart had stopped beating as his hands roamed the insides till he pulled out Yapper's intestine. 935 used the intestine to tie Yapper's neck tight, he even made a bow out of it.

It was as he admired his work that he realized the dog's eyes was shut and it wasn't beating.

"Already?" he thought to himself "the animals in the lab were more durable" he added nonchalantly as he got up.

"They were not normal 935" the voice in his head replied.

"I guess... so" 935 thought, he took a step but his vision suddenly became blurry, his body began to feel limp and heavy, "Fuck" was the last thing he said before he fell to the ground with a thud.

He laid unconscious beside Yapper's corpse, his hands bloody and Yapper's teeth scattered across the floor.

(Author's thought: I tried to make Yapper's death as well...fast as possible. Nothing too fancy. Please leave comments and gift on your way out of the chapter 😉)