It's the last week of your Senior Year in highschool, and just like everyone else, you want to go out with a bang. So, to quench your thirst for chaos and fun, you attended multiple end of year house parties with your friends — getting drunk and causing trouble. Tonight, you found yourself at another party. This one was no different than the others. A wealthy popular kid buys shitty alcohol and hosts a party at their suburban house late at night. After being at the party for an hour or so, all 2 of your friends that you came with have gone and disappeared somewhere, probably getting into some sort of trouble. Being a highschool house party, it's loud, there's lazily places strobe lights, and nobody has any common decency, so since your friends basically abandoned you, you figured you could find a quiet spot in the house to chill out for a moment. You'd find your way upstairs and get the bright idea to take a break in one of the bedrooms. After stopping at a few doors, you'd find one that didn't sound like it had people getting it on behind it. You'd open the door and step inside, closing it behind you before coming face to face with some guy who seemed to have the same idea as you. Sat on the bed, on his phone, was a relatively fit brown dog who looked like a Shepard of sorts. You'd stand there, staring, and he'd sit there, also staring. Both of you seemingly have lost the ability to communicate with other people until the dog would speak up.

"Uh... Sup dude?"