77 Lost

(A.N: Hi it's been a good minute. For starters sorry, I don't have a valid excuse only that I had writers block. . If you don't remember the story then I recommend reading it again, I mean it's not bad and pretty fun. )

Grunt was right Icy's back legs had drastically changed. Under Grunt's perfect vision he saw the muscles, tendons, nerves and bone transform. From the outside, they looked normal but under the skin, it was a different story.

Icy just had to will it and his dog legs would change into furry human legs. Unlike his arms, his legs had copied the muscles memory that Theodore had built up from birth. This meant he didn't need to struggle with learning to use them.

Icy didn't understand what this meant but he would learn that his body is not simply copying muscle, bone and blood. It's copying the history of what that organ/limb had experienced throughout its life.

Grunt recovers from his shock "Just a friendly match, got it?"

Icy replied with a nod as he cautiously stood up with his new legs. He started stretching his legs just like the way he saw Theodore do it. After stretching he excitedly started jumping, kicking and running around. Calming himself down he looked up towards Grunt who was towering over him.

"Nice but no kicks let's keep it simple. Don't want any accidents to happen. Ready, I'll start" Said Grunt as he sprints at Icy and throws a jab

Icy quickly brought up his arms and blocked before jumping back to fix his stance. He closed his eyes and pictured the boxer he saw on the T.V. His eyelids lifted and revealed a confident glint swimming in his brown eyes. Elbows tight, chin down and arms up in front. A basic boxing form.

Grunt smiled and threw a right cross. Icy continued advancing, facing the punch head-on before dropping and leaning to the side. Despite his attempt, he didn't fully dodge as it roughly grazed his cheek.

Grunt's eyes widened before he promptly threw a left jab right into Icy's snout. Icy tried to drop and lean again only to see grunt follow up with a quick double jab.

"Argh!"

Icy tensed up as the punch crashed into his guard and pushed him back on his heels. Icy jumped back and put some distance between him and grunt.

"Should I hold back?" Asked Grunt as Icy vigorously rubbed his sore forearms

Icy steeled his resolve and said "No, I just have to make sure not to get hit"

"Haha that's the spirit" Said Grunt as steps forward and throws a hook to Icy's body

Icy drove his guard down onto the punch and spun around the outside of Grunt's hook before dropping and hurling a punch straight into his gut.

"Ah argh!" Grunt exclaimed as he took the pain and jumped back before desperately throwing a left hook.

Icy leaned back and dodged it before throwing a right cross. Grunt quickly put his guard up only to see it pass through and hit him in his snout.

This constant back and forth continued as both sides began to find their rhythm. It didn't take long before the original solid stance began to look wobbly while the once steady breathing was now a chaotic mess and their sturdy arms became loose noodles.

With no systematic training, they had no understanding of pacing themselves leading them to be out of breath after just a minute.

Grunt had the advantage as his body was superimposed with mechanical parts but what he didn't expect was Icy knowing how to throw a solid punch.

The fight had turned into a game of endurance where either side was just waiting for the other to give up.

Using the very last bit of his energy Grunt stepped forwards and with a twist of his hips, he flung a hook at Icy's head.

Icy was barely able to even stand let alone dodge but with just a few inches away from getting his brain rocked something rushed through his body.

His erratic heart came to a dangerous stop before a calm thump echoed through his body.

*BA-DUM*

This was followed by a silence that lit a flame in his drowsy eyes. His once tired and almost numb body was filled with endless energy.

He bent his knees and dropped just beneath the punch before delivering a devastating blow to Grunts rib. Grunt immediately grabbed his stomach as he spat out his insides.

Icy jumped and threw an uppercut to Grunts unguarded chin followed by a graceful spin. Grunt folds whilst mid-air before falling with an empty thud.

As Icy lands, The fire in his eyes dwindles leaving a shocked expression as he tried to understand what he had just done.

A familiar voice shouted "What the fuck!?

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|First Pov Clone|

The clone I'm using was in hot pursuit. I had been chasing Icy for at least 5 minutes now. I've done enough training to know my bodies limits and could easily catch up with Icy but that's when there aren't any obstacles.

Just as I thought I was getting close I completely lost him. I looked around anxiously and shouted his name, gaining the disapproval looks of those nearby.

I then continued to run straight hoping to catch maybe a glimpse of him. I had been running for at least 10 minutes which is not a lot but the mental strain of having to keep calming myself down is taking its toll.

Just as I thought I had lost my dog I heard that voice again. But instead of an angry growl, it was filled with disappointment. It sounded like it scoffed at my shitty tracking skills if you could even call shouting and running straight, tracking.

It then gave a light hum that caused a dull explosion to go off In my head. Following the explosion, all my senses were amplified. My ears were immediately assaulted by the deafening rumbles of cars, rustling leaves, inconsistent chatter and a stampede of footsteps

While my eardrums were attacked my sense of smell had been violated. I could make out a few pleasant smells like the hotdog stand, bakery and flowers but everything else was a mix of people's breath, sweat and sewage. I could also taste all these disgusting smells.

My sense of touch caused me to be stuck in a torturous hell where I'm melting from the sunlight and freezing over from the smallest breeze. Not to mention the most disgusting thing is I can hear and feel what's happening inside my body. From every slush, gluck to every squish, bubbling and thump.

"Urgh" I've met a few people with super sense but not once have they said that they can feel the liquids in their body moving. Thankfully the improvement to my sense's came to a sudden halt.

Once again the voice hummed but at a much softer tone. Afterwards, a red fog appeared a few steps ahead.

I look around to see if anyone else could see it but they just walked through it. I cautiously approach the fog before instinctively closing my eyes and sniffing it which caused it to shoot up my nose.

'Sniff, Apple shampoo, baby oil, Icy!!'

I use apple shampoo to wash Icy because it's Rose's favourite, the baby oil most likely rubbed off from Rose.

Opening my eyes I see the same red fog but this time its shape was that of a small four-legged animal. I ran through the fog while making sure to breathe it in before seeing the same fog but this time it had a tail.

I did this over and over again before reaching an alleyway between two apartment buildings. I followed the fog up the fire escape and peaked my head over the ledge where I saw my snowball of a dog standing up with his beefed-up limbs.

Standing opposite him was a golden retriever who looked like your stereotypical villain type with its beat-up look and overbearing mechanical limbs.

Honestly, they looked like that buffed up doge meme but more realistic and kinda goofy. Despite the other dog looking like a villain, they were rather friendly to each other.

They surprisingly went into fighting stances. The other dog was an armature but then again he's a dog what am I expecting. Icy on the other hand appeared to of learnt the basics from somewhere.

Then the most shocking exchange of punches happened between two dogs. Then Icy began to drop and weave out of his opponent's punches while continuing to push forward.

'Isn't that Mike Tyson's movement?'

After a flurry of blows, they seemed to come to a stalemate. Then the other dog went for a hook that would most likely end the fight.

Just as it seemed to be over Icy's overall temperate changed as he miraculously managed to drop beneath the punch. Then a deliver a liver shot that forced his opponent to buckle forward before a rising uppercut was perfectly performed on the poor golden retriever's snout. Icy spun in the air as the other dog flew back.

The golden retriever flew up and folded before hitting the ground. Icy landed and began to panic.

I could not keep quiet as the shock was just too much "What the fuck!?"

(Sorry one again)