Hati's Mini Hellhound
| Hati's Mini Hellhound | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 18 October 2012 |
| Location: | Darkstone Castle - Hati's Chambers |
| Synopsis: | What does an evil werewolf do when given a puppy to eat as a snack? |
| Cast of Characters: | Hati |
"Stop looking at me like that." The wolf-girl glares down at the wiggling form of the doberman puppy, who is staring up with big brown eyes. Negaduck had tossed the little beast at her, expecting that the wolf would turn it into a neat snack of pup-eroni. Alas, the little fur-ball is still here.
"You know, I could eat you, right?" The puppy just wiggles a bit more, tail wagging. Then, spotting his own tail, the dog goes into a bit of a fit, chasing it around in circles until he finally catches it in his mouth, looking up all dumbly with an expression like 'I got it! Wait... what do I do with it now?'
The werewolf leans her head on her hand, trying her hardest to focus on reading through her Master's journal, hoping to find any thread that might leader her to his whereabouts. Then, the little yip from the floor draws her mismatched eyes again. "You're stupid, you know that?" The puppy seems heedless of her words and goes bounding off around the small room.
Why hadn't she just gotten rid of the thing? She could watch the Heartless terrorize an entire city full of people, but ask her to find a cruel way of disposing of a puppy? Yeah, it's just not going to happen. With a sigh, Hati closes the journal, blowing out a candle as she walks over towards her bed, flopping down unceremoniously.
Within minutes, the dog has hopped up, laying beside her with his head on her arm. "You." She pokes the dog in the nose. "Down." It isn't happening. The puppy just gives one of those big mouthed yawns, then snuggles in against her arm. "Grr... fine." Hati rolls over, curling herself against the wall as the puppy sprawls out, taking up the other half of the bed.
After a few minutes, she looks back over her shoulder, letting out a reluctant sigh. "Your name is Garm, you hear me, pup?" She reaches over, scratching the half-asleep dog behind the ears. "And you're going to grow up to be a hellhound, got it?" The puppy just stretches his little forepaws out, yawns again, then snuggles in against her side. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She muses, managing a ghost of a smile before blowing out the candle beside the bed.
