Fetch- Finding Fetch

  “What’s that one?” Cyril pointed at a large-headed figure with a big nose. It sat under a sign that read, TOP PRIZE.

  Greg picked it up before Hadi could. It was heavy, and its fur felt matted and coarse. He was oddly drawn to the animal, whatever it was. He studied the pointed ears, sloped forehead, long snout, and piercing yellow eyes. Then he noticed the blue collar around the animal’s neck. Something gleaming dangled from the collar. A dog tag? He lifted it.

  “Fetch,” Hadi read over Greg’s shoulder. “It’s a dog, named Fetch.”

  Greg loved dogs for the most part, but he hoped to never see one like this one in real life. He held the dog up and turned it this way and that.

  Even the vicious old dog that lived next door to Greg wasn’t this ugly. Fetch looked like someone had crossed the big bad wolf with the shark from Jaws. His (surely it was a he?) head was a triangle, pointy on top and with a mouth far too wide for comfort at the bottom. Fetch’s fur, which looked grayish brown in the splotchy glow of their flashlights, was missing in places, revealing tarnished metal beneath. A couple of wires stuck out of the big ears, and a partially exposed cavity in Fetch’s belly revealed what looked like a primitive circuit board.

- Fazbear's Frights 2: Fetch