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Chris had a seat right by the deer carcus and used his claws to make an incision along the stomach of it. Opening it up, Chris dove his muzzle inside and tore away at a hunk of meat. As he feasted on the bit he managed to rip off, he looked up at Erik when his little brother spoke.

"Yeah sure," Christopher ensured him, some deer blood dribbling on his lip. "What is it?"

Christopher was taken aback for a second when Erik embraced him, dropping his slab of meat. But then Chris quickly returned the hug and patted his little brother on the back. He let out a content sigh and held on to his brother for dear life, despite there was no threat. But to Chris, there was.

That dream was still lurking about in his mind like some stalker waiting in the shadows. So when his brother spoke those words, he wanted to cry. He was glad someone else wanted what he did and was desperately scared of having it stolen away from him. Finally, a tear streamed out of his eye down his cheek.

"...I hope it can stay like that," was all Chris said in response.

Aaaaaaaaagh!!!" Christopher cried out playfully as his own little brother sprung his trademark noogie on him. "Ok, ok! I surrender!!!"

Giggling a little bit, Chris pulled away and grabbed the dropped piece of deer meat off the ground. He stuck it back into his muzzle and chewed away at it until it was gone. It tasted delicious, even more so since he was hungry. However, as he continued to eat, he felt he should come clean about his dream once more. Afterall, his brother just did share something important with him so why should he hide it?

Clearing his throat, Chris spoke up, "Erik... I'm still having that nightmare, and it's getting worse."

Chris explained, his voice a little shaky, "...Well... even when I just woke up, I'll go into the bathroom and then suddenly I see myself changing and the dream plays out the same as it did before. But then I suddenly snap out of it and thankfully find myself back in the bathroom. Or I could be in the cafeteria and this will happen. It's like I'm having delusions or something. Sometimes it's so bad I don't really know what's going on. Hell, sometimes I think what I'm experiencing at the moment is only a dream and I'm really at the zoo, sleeping."

Sighing, Chris rubbed his face. However, he only ended up smearing blood all over his fur. He chuckled a little when he realized this. Christopher looked up at his brother and asked, "Erik? Do you think that Moreau really does plan to do that to me...? Am I going to have to say good-bye to all of this?"

Chris nodded in response but he wasn't so sure. Afterall, he did know of a few people that had been changed fully into an animal but they could speak. That much didn't worry him, despite how frustrating it would be to not be capable of operating a camera anymore. But he really was unsure of what might happen in the future.

"I just don't get why I'm even having this dream in the first place!" Christopher cried out. "I mean, if nothing does come of it, why am I having it? Why is it so bad?! And why did it only start after the third time I got injected?"

Letting out an exhale, Chris tried to calm himself. He turned his attention back to the deer. "Should we eat a little more or should we go ahead and take it back to my place?"

Chris raised an eyebrow when his brother kicked the dead deer in the privates. As he grabbed the front legs, Christopher continued to look at his brother and asked, "Was that really neccessary? I mean, it's not like it's going to feel that."

They dragged the carcus back to Chritopher's duplex and performed the same tasks as last time. However, Chris decided to punch some holes into a garbage bag and wear it over himself as to keep from getting covered in blood and gore. He even let Erik cut up some of the deer this time. Once they were finished, they cleaned up the bathroom and threw out the entrails.

"So..." Chris trailed off, holding onto a rib bone. "What, should we do now? Any ideas?"

"That actually sounds like a good idea," Christopher approved, a smirk on his face. "What movie do you want to take on? Troll 2? Ghoulies? Blair Witch Project? Or worse?"

Chris stuck the rib bone into his muzzle and began to chew on it a little. He didn't know what made bones so enticing but he was enjoying it. Pulling out another rib bone, he tossed one to Erik, figuring his little brother might want one as well. Thinking on it for a moment though, Chris questioned, "Should we do that now or later? If later, you want to play a game?"