Tale of a Pup: In the Dog House

[Isabelle]

Continued from Tale of a Pup: MK8D F Zero Circuit

Isabelle toppled over out of the recall machine. The tube was clearly made for people who are standing up when they teleport, so it just sent her sitting ass to ground.

She picked herself up, climbed to her feet. She rushed into the room, peeling off her her oil soaked clothing along the way. She stood naked in front of the body sized mirror in her room. She inspected her wounds.

The kicks she sustained barely left any marks on her. There was a little bit of swelling, she could see some redness when she looked under her fur. Otherwise, she was in far better shape than she expected.

She reached around to feel the back of her head. There was a big ol’ lump where the bullet used to be.

She wondered if Omni had given her super durability for whatever reason, if that’s why she could take a bullet like it was just a pebble. Why would Omni do that? She didn’t have any other powers she had discovered so far, did he just want her to be a survivor? Why her?

She carried these questions into the shower, where she washed the gunk she picked up from laying in the alleyway.

Why did Omni pick her?

After washing every bit of dirt, she stepped into the blower which sent air all over her body, drying her in a mere seconds. Then she threw herself on the bed.

“Maybe he just likes rooting for an underdog.” She said, giggling to herself.

Her chortles quickly turn into tiny sobs as she drifted to sleep.