I Should Have Never Come to Seattle: A Nightmare Like No Other

I should have never come to Seattle. This place is nothing like I expected. It’s not just a bad city—it’s a nightmare. And worst of all, it’s run by humanoid dogs.

I was just going about my normal life when I somehow ended up here. I went to school like any other day, but something went wrong. The next thing I knew, I had fallen straight into this cursed city, and now I’m stuck.

The moment I arrived, the humanoid dogs greeted me. But their greetings weren’t friendly. One of them smiled—too wide, too unnatural—and said, *“Welcome to the city. No one leaves.”*

Another humanoid dog stepped forward, its eyes glowing. *“That’s because you know something,”* it said.

That’s when I realized the truth: I wasn’t supposed to be here. I had seen something I shouldn’t have.

*“OH NO, YOU DON’T!”* I shouted. I grabbed my phone and called 911, begging them to get me out of this place. But before I could even finish my sentence, the humanoid dogs attacked.

They clawed at me, biting and scratching, making sure I couldn’t escape. No matter where I ran, they were always right behind me, watching, waiting.

I ran faster, trying to get away, my heart pounding in my chest. But then I realized something—*Nope.* I wasn’t going to let these creatures trap me. I wasn’t about to fall into their sick game. I had to warn someone, anyone.

I said, *"Nope,"* and vowed to get out of here. I had to get away from the humanoid dogs, and I wasn’t going to stop until I did.

I banked hard to avoid them, taking a sharp turn toward the road that led to the island. I made it back home safely, finally free from the nightmare.

I rushed to my computer, logging in to warn the world about the "crazy creeps" on the island. But as I typed, something strange happened—the words I was typing began to melt away.

Suddenly, the mysterious Number 2 appeared on my screen. It said, *"I’m shutting down the Mr. Bloxy site."*

My heart sank. *No, not my site, not everything I’ve worked for.*

But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I defiantly vowed that only *I* could stop myself from keeping my site safe.

The humanoid dog on the screen growled. *"WHAT TH-"* Then, just like that, he was gone.