He was a male, and the moment he was "born" he had started questioning everything. Every moving atom, each subconscious thought of what he couldn't understand.
He, more than any other being in existence, was utterly perplexed at reality.
But what does that even mean? Reality, that soul-tearing thing that gives us that soul to begin with.
How can anyone know of a man who knows the answer to each question that never existed in the first place?
This human-dog hybrid was given an adult mind, but he couldn't speak English, or any language for that matter.
He was completely alone, without knowing of these two obscured notions, he existed in the metaphorical abyss of the unknown.
Wendel, Patrick, and Varney stared at the distressed being in front of them. He was standing still for the most part, as he barely knew how to walk.
He merely knew how to stand like a human.
'I forgot to give him knowledge of language. No worries, maybe I'll just wait a few seconds, perhaps teach him something about this journey we walk every day.' What was going on in Patrick's head was an assortment of things, including what name this being would choose for itself.
'Understand that loneliness, that feeling of absolute zero ego. Do that, and your life will be nothing short of terrific.' Patrick inwardly thought, his passion of the brain elevating like the first rockets which landed space-fall, the saddening literal ascension being that monkey's were shot into space that woeful night.
Sorrow was a large, fear was the impending bomb that didn't exist, and his mind... that was the greatest jester in all of the universe.
A part of Patrick thought it was a tad bit cruel, that no being should experience such a thing, much less someone who had just entered the world.
But...
This was no normal being.
He was a talking dog. One that Patrick knew was an adult.
"He really looks like a human-dog hybrid… His face is even kind of humanlike." Patrick jokingly laughed, truly in a wave of happiness at his newfound abilities.
Who wouldn't? He, a human being, waved his hand and created life. Such a feeling isn't one most mortals can experience.
Immediately, a spurt of anger escaped Varney, "I'm at a loss for words! I am, but for god's sake, before we continue, let him speak. I can't believe I'm saying these words—" Being cut off, Patrick spoke another request.
"Give this man-dog hybrid the ability to speak fluent English. Make him an adult. But from what I'm seeing, you've already done that… Establish your ego, become something more than an empty mammal."
Moreover, a small sense of pity overwhelmed Patrick, as he understood this guy's suffering.
Whereas what terrified him more than anything, was that lack of ego.
If he was anything, who was this person? Would he be existing in a divide between nothingness and self?
Just how horrifying would that be?
Patrick shivered at these thoughts before shaking his head and watching his magic work itself.
"Focus on the positive things in the world, like this."
'That's right... I'm manipulating atoms, why would I be sad? I can't be sad, not with this type of power.' Patrick was taken away mentally trying to process all of this madness.
However, he was also aware that this insaneness was about to become a wonder for his family.
Sometimes, insanity can lead someone to peaks not even they can imagine.
How his new abilities work, just as he wished, the universe enchantingly accepted Patrick's request, giving the dog the ability to speak fluent, well-spoken English.
A second passed.
That dog locked in.
"Oh." He uttered coldly with a deep bass. Looking down as he brought his human-shaped arms down from his head, his voice raspy and deep, he lifted his head to make his first announcement at the Williams, "I'm basically human. And these people, they are all I currently know."
Wendel with a visibly confused face launched a joke, "He sounds like doctor Phil? I mean, its not exactly the same, but why is his voice so deep?!" He cackled and cackled for a few seconds, "What type of wizard shit is this?"
As the dog hybrid talked, Yacy and Blaze entered the front door. They were on a drug run.
"Whats up dudes—" Blaze stopped in place, his smile turning into a face of complete shock upon hearing him speak.
Slowly tip toeing inside the house, he took caution in his current situation, "My worst fear has come into fruition. This is all a salvia trip, isn't it?" He nervously walked to the Livingroom , Yacy following behind him. "Who the hell am I really?" He said, causing Varney to scream in irritation.
"A salvia trip?! Us? We're the only reason you have the funds to smoke it in the first place! And no my dear, this is completely real. At least I think it is…"
"No. I am not a figment of a psychedelic trip." The nameless dog answered with a tick of irritation.
"That's what they all say..." Blaze was a handsome guy, probably too handsome for his own good. His nose was small, he had a nearly perfect defined cheekbones and chins, and his jawline was astoundingly sharp. His hair was luscious, flowing down to his shoulder blades and being parted to the side. His straight strands were pure black, coming from the two parents with dark hair. He wasn't that tall, but wasn't short either. (5,10 ft) was his height, and he wasn't mad with it.
To put his beauty in perspective, just in the past year, Blaze Warp has had twenty girlfriends, bringing them all home to meet his parents.
Patrick and Varney really just shook their head at Blaze.
Upon hearing the dog talk, Yacy was the third to freak out.
But honestly, her Xanax high wasn't letting her, "Oh, a talking dog. Cool."
She was gorgeous as well, with the same hair style. She really looked a lot like her twin brother Blaze.
Blaze and Yacy.
They had a great upbringing, Patrick and Varney were always understanding parents. They never yelled, and were always positive guardians. But somewhere along the way, nearing the end of their high-school years, mind altering substances had entered their lives.
Patrick's overthinking factor was something that plagued and helped him his entire life. Truly a gift and a curse. Strangely, that trait passed on to each of his children. Wendel played video games to deal with his uncertainty, Yacy obsessed over fashion for a while, and Blaze. Well, he was a full on conspiracy theorist.
The three of them tried everything, but the older duo just couldn't deal with the overwhelming force of life.
No, those aren't the words.
From their own words: "Why be in pain when we don't have too? Life is the same either way."
Patrick and Varney did their best to stop the drug use, but it was fruitless. They knew if the two of them wanted to stop, they'd have to do it themselves.
No being should be judged or punished for just running from their reality, it doesn't matter who you are or what drugs you took in the process.
They also understood that no matter what substances they ingested, how they acted is what mattered. Patrick and Varney both thought it would be foolish to judge and treat them differently for the mere fact that they got high.
So they accepted it like adults.
And Blaze and Yacy were great people.
With their guidance, their parents made one rule. No driving under the influence. You'll run to work or have us drive you to your activities. And so they did, never once did they drive under the influence, instead they walked across nature with all their friends.
It was better than potentially endangering innocents.
While the two of them stood at the entrance, the entire family was watching in awe at the dog-hybrid.
"Greetings man, the name is Patrick. We're the Williams, and we got one amazing offer for you. Join our family, not as a pet, but as a man." Patrick spoke to the confused mammal, understanding his humanity.
After all, if a dog had a consciousness, they would be just as valuable as a human being.
No different, no better, and no less.
No more than human.
"I would be honored, but Patrick, I don't have a name. Would you give me one?" He asked, his face as broken as his mind.
"Nah, that's for you to figure out." The mammal tilted his head at Patrick's words, still confused about everything around him.