Path of Vengeance

I Prisoner

There is a thick line between being cute and being loved.

Fatty had his own parable for this exact statement. Since the day his freedom was stripped, the syrian hamster felt he knew the most sorrowful truth in the world. He couldn't recall the last time he had seen the outside world, or felt the warmth of human hands. Fate had a funny way of dealing with puny animals such as himself.

In this case, fate came in the form of a teenage male with brown hair and foul breath. His name was Jerry, and he seemed like an alright fellow. Little did Fatty know however, that the beautiful habitat he would be placed into would ultimately become a cage of eternal lonesomeness. For the next ten months he would force himself to eat the rotten bedding and on not-so-special occasions, his own pellet-sized feces.

Now hamsters perceive time differently than us humans, you know. By the end of the tenth month Fatty thought he had been sentenced to life in solitude. With no good food likely to come his way, and absolutely no one to talk to — the poor creature slowly descended into insanity. He would stare outside his rusty cage and see Jerry Taback, playing Dark Souls 3 and other such nonsense he couldn't comprehend on a PC that seemed to be the boy's only friend. And so his hatred began to boil.

Fatty would gnaw at the prison bars until his gums were aching. He detested Jerry and the way he would scream racial slurs into his $30 dollar microphone. He wanted to throttle the boy, tear off his scalp and seize his will to live. How could such an adorable hamster such as himself be subjected to such a horrible life shortly after being born?

As for Fatty's current habitat, it was admittedly worse than a knockoff Airbnb. Piles of hamster shit and sour bedding scattered the 4,000 square centimeter area. (keep in mind, the perception of length is also different according to a hamster). Fatty was used to the unpleasant stench, yet he still desired better. The cage creaked with every step he took. A coat was draped over most of it, preventing a considerable amount of the light from seeping in. And of course — the water dispenser was bone dry.

Fatty often reflected on what he could have done to win the heart of Jerry. Rolling around in his palms and acting all delighted obviously didn't appease the bastard. It did not matter now, of course. The only thing Fatty could ask for was a chance at freezingly cold revenge. And we will be discussing exactly what happens when that time comes.