Youtuber By Day-Chapter 10

“There's no dog.” Wade piped up, “We've been watching a documentary about...dogs.”

Mark would've face palmed if he could.

“Is that so?” the landlord raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I guess we had the volume turned up too loud. It won't happen again.” Bob added hoping this all worked.

The landlord slowly nodded still not entirely looking convinced at this. “Right...just keep the noise down.” He turned to go back to his work leaving them alone.

All three of them sighed in relief but there was still one major issue they needed to deal with.

“Come on, let's get in the elevator.” Wade gestured & headed for one.

Mark shook his head, “I can't...be stuck in there...”

“He's right, people might try to get on & off & slow everything down.” Bob said. He noticed Mark almost collapse to the ground & had to support him just so he could stand up.

“Okay, w-what about the stairs?” Wade suggested.

“Wade, look at him. There's no way, not even if one of us carried him.” Bob said.

“W...” Wade rubbed his head in frustration trying to think of something quickly.

“P-Park...” Bob & Wade looked at Mark in confusion.

“What? You actually want to go to a park right now?” Bob asked raising an eyebrow.

“No, that's a good idea. There's a park not too far from here that's wooded.” Wade explained.

“And what if there are people around?” Even though he questioned it he still helped Mark back out to the car.

Wade pressed his lips together getting into the driver's seat, “He doesn't seem to want to hurt us, we'll just have to distract him till morning.”

Bob couldn't say this was a solid plan, but it was better than nothing.

Mark was practically curling into a ball at this point just trying to hold the change back for a little longer. He was sweating quite a lot.

Wade drove them to the park, by the time they reached the parking lot he could hear cracking coming from Mark.

Mark squeezed his eyes shut grunting, ended up relying a lot on Bob & Wade just to stumble over to the wooded are of the park.

Bob glanced around, not many people came to the park so late. He was just hoping some old lady didn't walk by with her dog or something.

Wade pressed his lips together helping Mark sit down by some bushes just for added protection. “Okay, Mark.”

Mark panted & pulled the hoodie & his shirt off, he let the sunglasses as well as his own glasses fall off to the side. He curled in on himself digging his clawed fingers into the dirt. He'd found that the transformation was painful but not all together unbearable. However since he'd been forcing his body not to change, it seemed to triple the pain. He had to bury his face in his shirt to muffle his yelps & cries. He felt every crack & snap of every bone in his body. Mercifully, towards the end of the changes he blacked out.