~*FLASH*~
The vintage-style camera went off once more. Emily opened her eyes to look at the photo but she found herself staring stiffly at the wall. She tried to move but she couldn’t. She was simply forced into the position she was currently in which wasn’t too comfortable. That was until she heard footsteps move towards her, and felt the ground shake lightly under her. Before Emily could react she felt a heavy pressure be put into her top, feeling air rush through her body, as it did, forcing Emily to let out a high pitch squeaking sound.
As the pressure was listed Emily heard a familiar voice from above, though it sounded older. It was Fiona. “Ugh. Did Ricki drag her toys out again?”. ‘Toy??’ Emily thought, as she felt a hand grab onto her tiny form lifting her into the air. As she did so Emily could see herself in the mirror, her heart would have skipped a beat if it could. What she saw was a cartoonish interpretation of herself, printed onto a ... dogs chew toy.
“I swear that Dog gets messier every day.” Fiona said, Chucking Emily into the other room, carelessly. As Emily was flung through the air she was disoriented, eventually landing with a soft thud on what appeared to be... a doggie bed, surrounded by various other toys each in different stages of being chewed up. This worried Emily greatly. Did rick remember who he was at this point? Would Fiona use the camera again? Emily also really wouldn’t like to be used as a chew toy, covered in dog saliva, and having teeth marks engraved into herself. And where was the camera?
As Emily heard light, quiet footsteps approaching she knew she would get her answer. A poodle came into view, one that had obviously been Rick previously, and the collar placed on her confirmed that, as it read ‘Ricki’.
. . .
Rick didn’t know what to do. His world had spun around so many times his mind was getting foggy, the effects of the camera lingering through his mind. But he did know that he needed to change back, and he knew that the camera was the way to do that. The only thing he didn’t know if where Emily was. It frustrated him. As he, now she, walked to her new doggie bed to think this over and think of a plan, she sighed. Or at least the best of a sigh a dog could do.
When she plopped down on her dog bed, Ricki started to absent-mindedly chew on the closest thing to her. Some chew-toy with a shocked looking cartoon girl printed on it. As Ricki chewed the toy squeaked, causing Ricki to chew harder each time. It felt nice on her teeth. She took note of how much saliva she was leaving on the chew toy but, it was just a chew toy right? So what was the harm in that. Ricki was completely unaware that she was chewing on Emily, rather roughly too.
When Ricki looked up though, she saw Fiona, standing there with the camera...