Discription: Set after the events of the episode ' D-Factor' Dylan goes home to wash off his pink paint, not really in the best mood. He just wants a moment to wallow in misery, alone. However thats kinda hard in a house of 101.

What a day.



Dante sighed from where he was squished under the tub. Blowing dust bunnies away from his place of solitude. He had spent the last few hours inside, hiding in various places, watching the news for any apocalyptic events.



There was always a disaster somewhere, who's to say which would harold the end times.



It was best to keep an eye on all of them.



Would they get shaken apart and swallowed by the earth because of the earthquake in Chile? Maybe the floods in Russia would drown them. Or what else?! Climate change!?



Dante glanced at his Ipad, but his eyes stung from staring at the screen for so long. He knew if anyone caught him like this they’d tell mum and dad. They were supposed to only have a few hours of technology, unless there was a good reason.



The end of the world was not a good reason yet… Mom said.



So he had to keep finding a private place to watch and wait. First his cupboard, then the basement, then the attic. It was almost bedtime and this was his last place left. The one where nobody had found him yet. Sadly he was getting a touch big for it now, so he was gonna lose it soon…



As well as most of his other hiding spots…



Dante whined, licking his leg for comfort.



Gah, why did growing up suck so hard?



Bang!



Dante froze, eyes darting when the light turned on in the bathroom. It wasn’t bath night, he knew that! What the heck?



Four pink paws entered the room. They were far too big to be any of Triple D… He watched them close the bathroom door, lock it, then start the tub above him. The dog sighed loudly.



Dylan?



Why the heck was he pink? Dante edged out slightly, trying to see better without getting caught. Dylan was doused in what looked like pink paint, testing the water before he added some soap. He didn’t look very happy…



I mean, he definitely wasn’t tickled pink…



Dante put his paws over his muzzle to keep from chortling.



Once the water was set, Dylan sighed again, then went about turning on mum’s LED candles and turning off the ceiling light. For a final bonus he turned on the stereo in the bathroom, listening to soft, calming, spa-like music.



“Maybe I should put on elevator music…” Dylan sighed, hopping in the tub. Dante heard scrabbling of paws on porcelain over his head. Then Dylan laid back and relaxed. All that could be heard was the music and Dylan scrubbing himself off.



Dante had a way out. The air system in the house was old and big. He just needed to shimmy the grate open and slip out.



He’d be too big for that soon too.



Dylan mumbled over his head as Dante thought about it.



Then he heard a choked sob.



Dante’s ears perked. He didn’t think he had ever heard Dylan cry since he became top dog. It had been years. He was likely the only one who could hear it, the music blocking it off for anyone outside the room.



Why was Dylan upset? I mean the pink paint had something to do with it, obviously.



Dante kept listening, and while Dylan wasn’t truly crying, he was still sniffling and grumbling sadly as he washed.



Dante frowned. He couldn’t just leave Dylan like this…



Goodbye, last unknown hiding spot…



Dante scooted out, slowly rising up to peer over the edge of the tub, like a creature...