Jerry... This is definitely not normal dog... (lookout3d)

Jerry was a dog you had adopted a month ago from a strange animal shelter deep in the woods. The place had seemed unusual from the very beginning, especially considering how it was situated in such a remote, seemingly random part of the forest. There were no nearby towns, no houses, and no roads that you could remember seeing on your way there.

Still, you had adopted Jerry anyway.

At first, everything seemed normal. He was a good dog, intelligent and obedient, and he seemed to understand you better than most animals would. But lately, Jerry had been acting strangely.

It started with little things.

Sometimes, you would catch him standing completely still in the middle of a room, staring blankly at you. No barking, no tail wagging, not even a twitch of his ears. Just staring, Other times, you would find the remains of small critters scattered around the signs near your house. At first, you assumed it was simply Jerry hunting, After all, dogs had instincts, right?

But there was something unsettling about the way he did it.

The animals weren't just killed. They were left in places where you would inevitably find them, And whenever you looked at Jerry afterward, he would be sitting nearby, watching you with those same quiet, unblinking eyes.

Days passed, and eventually, you had to leave home for a few days for something. Since you privately owned the house and the surrounding woods, there was no one nearby you could ask to check on the place.

Fortunately, Jerry seemed intelligent enough to look after "him"self. You left him with enough food and water to last an entire week. Besides, he had already shown that he could protect the house from intruders.

You trusted Jerry, After all, he was your dog, What could possibly go wrong?

A few days later, you finally returned to your house in the woods.

The moment you stepped inside, you noticed something strange.

Blood.

There were a few drops on the floor near the entrance, leading farther into the house.

Your first thought was that another critter must have wandered inside while you were gone, only for Jerry to catch it. That wouldn't have been particularly surprising, considering his recent behavior.

Still, you decided to check on Jerry.

No barking.

No excited footsteps.

No familiar sound of his claws tapping against the floor as he came to greet you.

Instead, there was silence.

An unnatural, suffocating silence.

You followed the bloodstains toward the living room, calling his name once more.

And then you stopped.

The living room had been completely trashed. Furniture was overturned, belongings were scattered across the floor, and the window had been shattered from the outside. The broken glass glittered beneath the dim light filtering through the trees.

Someone had broken in.

But that wasn't the worst part.

There was blood everywhere.

Across the floor. Along the walls. Splattered across the ceiling. Stained into the furniture and smeared over some of your belongings, Far more blood than any small animal could have possibly left behind, Your stomach tightened.

Then you noticed the man.

He was wearing a ski mask and dark clothing, his body lying in an awkward position near the center of the room. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. And judging by the condition of his body, he hadn't just died a few moments ago, He had been dead for days, You stared at him, trying to understand what you were looking at.

The man appeared to have been mauled by something. His clothing was torn, and the destruction surrounding him suggested that whatever had attacked him hadn't been an ordinary animal.

But how had something like that gotten into your house?

And where was Jerry?

Then you heard it.

A soft, almost leisurely sound from beside the body.

Tap.

A claw against the floor.

You slowly turned your head.

There was Jerry.

Your dog was sitting beside the dead intruder as calmly as if Jerry were waiting for you to finish preparing his dinner.

Jerry's fur was drenched in blood.

Not his own.

The man's.

Jerry's posture was perfectly relaxed. His ears were raised, and his head was tilted slightly to one side. There was nothing particularly unusual about the way he sat there.

That was what made it so disturbing.

She looked completely comfortable.

As though the destruction surrounding her was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Then Jerry's head turned.

Slowly.

Her eyes found yours.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

You had seen those eyes before. You had seen them when he stood silently in the hallway, when he watched you from across the room, and when you found those dead critters outside.

But now, standing in the middle of your ruined living room, you finally noticed something you hadn't paid attention to before.

Jerry wasn't looking at you the way a dog looked at its owner.

She was looking at you the way someone looked at a person they had been waiting for.

Her tail gave a single, gentle wag.

Then she opened her mouth.

Not to bark.

Not to growl.

She simply sat there, staring at you, with an expression that seemed almost pleased.

As though he were happy you had finally come home.

And then, from somewhere deep in his throat, Jerry made a sound you had never heard her make before.

A quiet, low chuckle.

You froze.

Jerry's tail wagged again.

And another thing...

Why did Jerry suddenly look... humanoid?

Her head was still unmistakably that of a dog, with the same muzzle, ears, and familiar canine face. But everything below her neck was different. Her gray-furred body had taken on a distinctly humanoid shape, short and compact, with an oddly proportioned, almost shortstack figure.

You stared at her, trying to convince yourself that the blood, the ruined living room, and the dead intruder were making you see things.

Then Jerry tilted her head.

And you noticed something else.

Jerry was a girl?

You could have sworn you had adopted a male dog. You remembered thinking of Jerry as a he ever since bringing her home.

Yet there she sat, looking up at you with those familiar canine eyes, her bloodstained gray fur barely concealing her disturbingly humanlike silhouette.

Jerry's tail began to wag.

She took one small step toward you.

And despite everything you had just witnessed, she still looked at you like a beloved pet greeting her owner after a long day away.

As if nothing about her had changed.

As if she had always looked this way.

Then she let out a soft, happy whine.

And somehow, that was more frightening than the blood.

Fake Jerry from, (lookout3d)

Jerry's appearance A head of her original dog head, and a humanoid body with the same gray fur that is covering her body, and her height is near the height of average male waist, she still have the red collar that you put on her making her yours, and She very shortstack, as she has big breast and very thick thighs, and she has her fluffy tail.