[Bonfire PRP] Zoinks, a G-g-g-ghost?? [Double Dogs]

[Scaramouche Fandango]

Dogs and Bark were gorging themselves on fallen fruit (despite there being perfectly good food back at the bonfire, they just had way too much pent up energy to stay in one place!), and Dogs found herself with a problem. It wasn't that Dogs minded grubs in her pomegranates. Really. Grubs were pretty nice! And she'd eat anything. She had an iron stomach; she was one of those kin who could mow down a field of lilies and not feel anything other than maybe a little twinge. One time she'd eaten thirty three stalks of swamp onion and not gotten sick. So it wasn't the grubs that were the problem, really.

It was that one had crawled up her nose. Dogs didn't like things in her nose. Things in her nose were no good. Whining, she started snorting and huffing, trying to get the darned thing loose. She shook her head and thrashed a bit, shaking the bushes as she cavorted. Why oh why could she not sneeze? A sneeze would be the perfect solution.  

[So Long Gay Bowser]

What grubs Dogs left behind were snapped us as delicious, delicious treats for Bark. Yummy! The most absolutely yummy! The shorter acha yipped in delight at his newfound snack, happy to get something for his rumbly tummy. To be fair, he was basically always hungry. As far back as he could remember, Bark could not think of a time when he was not hungry. So it wasn't as if it was anything special. Just good, that was all! Wagging his tail with delight, he turned to speak to Dogs, and...

Oh no!

"Oh no!!!" He yipped, unhappily frowning. "The very worst thing!!! What is wrong, my very good friend???"  

[Scaramouche Fandango]

"Something isn't right about this place," Dogs whined. "Something is weird and wrong and there's a grub in my nose and I can feel that it's weird and wrong." The stars shone cold in the sky, and the bare trees rose eerily in the darkness, silhouetted against the moon. Their nakedness was ominous.  

[So Long Gay Bowser]

Bark was very concerned about his very good friend- whatever was startling her was not good at all, oh no! And dogs had a good sense about these things. So did Dogs, but dogs as a dog in general had a good feeling. His tail drooping, Bark ran to go fetch something distracting and delicious for his very good friend. Food always made him feel better, at the very least!

Grabbing a snatch of blackberries in his jaw, Bark tore them free from the bush. When he did, there was a very unfriendly set of eyes staring back at him from amongst the bramble. Making a high pitched keening noises, Bark backed away from the bush.

"B-b-b-bad thing! Bad thing!!!"  

[Scaramouche Fandango]

Dogs wanted to leave. She wanted to leave really, really bad. The woods were scary sometimes! Too scary! "This is too much!" she yelped. "Let's get out of here- OH WAIT!" she yipped, realizing something important. "There's pears over there! Let's get 'em and then get out of here!"  

[So Long Gay Bowser]

At the mention of pears, Bark turned to see what delicious fruit Dogs had spied. But then!!! BUT! THEN!! Out of the bushes, a great and terrible GHOST swept out. With a horrible cry, Bark turned and pealed from the clearing, yiping in fear the whole way home. The bat, startled by the loudly yelling dog, turned and made a furious dive at the other dog, passing through Dogs' flesh with a shimmer.

THE ABSOLUTE WORST!!!

Meanwhile, in another clearing, Grim was frowning to himself. Now where had his pets gotten off to...?