It was a stormy night in Imp City. Acidic rain fell from the dark clouds above with lightning flashing and thunder cracking along with it. In a Hellhound adoption center, the caretaker was walking down one of the hallways checking to make sure everyone was there and accounted for.

Caretaker Lady: "Morrie?"

"Here."

Caretaker Lady: "Sierra?"

"Here."

The caretaker, a Hellhound herself, called out the names of each hound under her care as she passes by their cells. She checked their names off one-by-one on her list, only for a loud series of knocks to ring through the adoption center. The caretaker looks up from her clipboard and towards the direction of the front door. However, instead of ignoring it, she decided to check out who knocked on her door on such a late and stormy night.

When she got to the front door and opened it, she saw no one there. However, even with the pounding rain going on all around her, she could hear faint whines coming from her feet. So she looks down to see a baby Hellhound in a basket crying and whining because of the storm.

She looked down at him for a moment, questioning why someone would leave a baby out in such a bad storm. But then she shrugged her shoulders, realizing she didn't care all too much and just picked up the baby and the basket to bring him inside.

Caretaker Lady: "Alright, looks like you have a new home now."

She walks back inside and goes up to one of the cells where a single Hellhound was lying in his bed. The caretaker opened the door to the cell which made the Hellhound's ears perk up.

Caretaker Lady: "Raphael, wake up. You have yourself a new roommate."

Raphael sat up at this, revealing to be an eight-year-old Hellhound with white and grey fur. He watched as the caretaker slid the baby in the basket into his cell before closing the door and walking off to continue going through her list of names. Raphael just rolled his eyes and lied back down on his bed, pulling the covers back on as he went back to sleep.

However, he found it difficult to do so as the Hellhound pup started crying in his basket. Raphael groaned and turned on his side while pulling his covers over his head. The pup's whines don't go unheard, though, which makes Raphael growl in annoyance. So he throws his covers off of him, gets off of his bed, and stomps over to the whining pup before speaking in an Australian accent.

Raphael: "Look here, ya little ankle biter! If ya don't quit ya whinin',, Imma throw ya onto the barbie out back!"

The Hellhound pup almost immediately stopped crying and looked up at Raphael. Then he began giggling from how funny Raphael's voice sounded to him, which only made the older Hellhound raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Raphael: "Oh, ya find this funny, huh, mate?"

The pup only giggled and laughed even more as he played with the blanket he was wrapped in. Raphael only sighed as he realized he wasn't going to phase the pup all too much with yelling and threats.

Raphael: "Alright, guess I can't really get pissed off at ya whinin' because of the storm. Ya just just a baby after all."

The pup could only make baby noises and laugh, which makes Raphael smile.

Raphael: "Alright, ya win this one, ankle biter. Come on."

The white-furred Hellhound picks up the basket the pup was in and brings him over to a dresser that was beside the bunk-bed, which he sat at the bottom of. Raphael then set the basket, which he decided will serve as the baby's temporary bed, on top of it.

Raphael: "Well, until ya big enough, ya just gotta have to sleep here."

Hellhound Pup: "Hehehahahaha! Pbttt!"

Raphael laughed at this. Was he like this when he was younger? The pup was sure darn cute, too. But he would have to have a name, and Raphael doesn't think the "caretaker" cares enough to give him one.

Raphael: "Alright, I'll just have to give ya one myself. Now, what shall it be?"

Raphael hummed in thought as he tapped his chin inquisitively.

Raphael: "How about Mikey?"

Hellhound Pup: "Huh?"

Raphael: "Eh, ya right. Too stereotypical for what my name is. Raph Jr.?"

The pup simply blew a raspberry at this, making Raphael chuckle.

Raphael: "Alright, alright. What about... hmm. What about Y/n?"

The Hellhound pup tilted his head at this before smiling and laughing. Raphael took this as a good sign and smiled.

Raphael: "Alright, Y/n it is. Though, I still think Raph Jr. sounds nice."

Y/n blew another raspberry and laughed.

Raphael: "Alright, fine. Sleep well, ankle biter."

Y/n: "Pbtt!"

Raphael smiled again before walking over to his bed. He lied back down onto it and pulled his covers of himself again to go to sleep.

Outside, a figure stood on a nearby rooftop looking down on the adoption center. He sighed and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets.

"This is for the best, boy. See you around."

The figure turns and walks away, disappearing into the rainy night.
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12 Years Later...

Much time has passed since Y/n was first brought to the Hellhound adoption center. Since then, Y/n has been raised at the center without being adopted. At least, not permanently. The families that tried to adopt Y/n always brought him back because of his "rougher" habits. He was always so rowdy and untamed, so no one kept him for too long before bringing him back to the adoption center.

However, we're not focusing on Y/n at the moment. Instead, we're going to focus on someone else for a minute. A newcomer to the adoption center, who was a ten-year-old Hellhound named Loona. Said Hellhound was in the play yard behind the adoption center, looking around at everything and everyone. The younger residents were playing games together or playing around on the playground items like the slide and swings, while the older residents were just hanging out and typing on their phones.

Loona: "This is boring. And lame."

Loona looked around as she had her arms crossed, bored out of her mind. She had no friends, and it was only her third day at the adoption center. She knew no one but her cellmate, who was a complete asshole to her, so she didn't even try to get to know him.

"Heads up!"

Loona turned her head and her eyes widened when she saw a Frisbee coming right at her. She quickly dropped to the ground, only to realize that a shadow was passing over her and she looked up to see a Hellhound just a few years older than her in the air who just caught the Frisbee in his mouth. When he lands on the ground, he quickly gets back onto his feet and takes the Frisbree out of his mouth before throwing it back at the other hounds he was playing with.

Y/n: "Haha!" *notices Loona* "Arvo. Ya okay, mate?"

Loona: "Uh..."

She was a bit caught off-guard by his accent. She's never heard it before. And the Hellhound's look was a bit odd as well. He has a short wolf-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, with a dark grey nose, and his eyes have icy blue sclera with white irises. His fur is (P/C) with greyish-white around his eyes. He also has a small, (P/C) bushy tail. He wears a (F/C) shirt with jean shorts.

Y/n: "Ya good? Got somethin' in ya ear?"

Loona immediately shook her head and stood up onto her feet, her tail wagging silently behind her.

Loona: "I-I'm fine. Are you? You're voice sounds weird."

Y/n: "Ah, that's just my accent. I'm Aussie. Sorta."

Loona: "Aussie?"

Y/n: "Aus--Hup!"

Y/n jumped into the air again to catch the Frisbee with his mouth. He lands back on his feet and throws the Frisbee back before looking back at Loona.

Y/n: "Sorry 'bout that. Australian. That's what Aussie means. It's slang."

Loona: "Oh."

Y/n: "If ya don't mind me askin', who are ya? I don't think I've seen ya around much."

Loona: "I'm... Loona. I'm new here."

Y/n: "Well, Loona, I guess I'll be the first to introduce myself. M'name's Y/n. Pleasure to make ya acquaintance."

Y/n said as he offered a hand to shake. Loona hesitantly takes it and shakes his hand, making Y/n smile.

Y/n: "Now, why are ya out here like a bandicoot on a burnt bridge?"

Loona: "Huh?"

Y/n: "What're ya doin' over here by yaself, mate?"

Loona: "I... don't have any friends. Lame, right?"

Y/n: "Hmm. Now, that does seem like a pickle. Why don't ya play with me and my mates, yeah?"

Loona stared at Y/n in some surprise. She didn't expect someone she had just met to be so friendly with her. However, it wasn't like she was gonna pass up the chance to not be all alone.

Loona: "Y-yeah, sure! I'd like that."

Y/n: "Alright, then! Beauty! Let's not dally then."

Y/n ran towards the other hounds he was playing with as Loona followed him, her tail wagging behind her even more. She wasn't alone now, and in the coming years, even though her situation was terrible, she would realized it might not be as bad to be an orphan as she thought it would be.
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12 More Years Later...

Y/n snaps awake from the couch he was napping on. He looked around before his eyes landed on a massive Hellhound in front of him.

Y/n: "Ugh... what is it, Vortex?"

The now named Vortex was a large and muscular Hellhound with dark fur and a red eye with a white iris while his other eye was pure white due to a scar going right across it. He also has a black fur pattern on his left arm, in the shape of a wolf's head. He wears a ripped jacket with glowing red spikes and a black undershirt, as well as ripped grey pants.

Vortex: "Boss wants to see ya. Says he's got a new job for you."

Y/n groans, rolling his eyes but getting up anyway. He grabs the gun holster that was set beside the couch and puts it back, letting it rest on the side of his hip. He looks up at Vortex with a bored look in his eyes.

Y/n: "Alright. First of all, how much did he say I'm getting paid?"
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Yes, this is short. Yes, this is quite fast-paced and sudden. I don't care. The next chapter will make up for it.

Anyway, this'll be the start of a brand new project of mine. Probably my biggest one so far and my first actual one on Wattpad. I feel real happy about this. I'm super excited. There's more info on my message board, so go there if you want to know what's going on.

Now, I hope you all have a good day/night and be safe out there. You guys are awesome! Buh-bye!