Phan Oneshots

Fox-Mix Meets Helper-Human (A)

A/N: inspiration from StayStrongLittleLove and her amazing oneshots. This WON'T become a fanfic btw, and I'm trying really hard to balance finals with wattpad right now, so bare with me :) :) :)

Phil's POV

Today was the day. The day we all got adopted... well, most of us. Some of us were half cat, some half dog. They usually got adopted. But me...I'm half fox. I was created in a lab, and since I'm so different, I'm always being hated on and haven't been adopted; ever. I forgot what the sun feels like against my skin. I forgot what the wind feels like in my hair. I don't even remember what a home is supposed to look like anymore, much less what it's supposed to feel like.

"I'm so excited!" I heard a girl squeal, as I sat in the corner, unintentionally eavesdropping. "Me too! I've gotta be worth at least five hundred." Another one flipped her bleached blonde hair over her shoulder. I sat in silence as I watched everyone else talk and socialize with one another. I curled my bushy, long, orange tail with a white tip at the end, around my waist, and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Five minutes 'till cages are setup and ready!" A man I didn't know with a mega phone walked in, and everyone quickly turned towards him. Everyone cheered and squealed after the announcement was made. When the girls yelled, I was mostly okay, but I couldn't function whenever I heard men scream, so I flinched and shivered back into my little corner. I haven't been okay with screaming or loud noises; not after what happened to me when I was little, being beat by the scientists; all because they thought I was too ugly, and on top of that, I'm gay. I didn't turn out right to them. But that's okay, because I didn't turn out right to me either.

About ten minutes later, we were all, one by one, being escorted out to the large room where we would be put in cages, ready for adoption. When I crawled into mine, it wasn't like the others. Everyone else's were shined, silver and clean. Mine, however, was brown and rusty, with solid sides every where besides the walls beside me, and the one in front of me, which was just a door, but large and roomy none the less.

A volunteer handed me my paper to double check that the information was correct.

It read, "Name: Philip. Likes to be called Phil on occasion. Gender: Male, but, unfortunately, he's gay. Age: 28. Birthday: January 30th, 1987. Breed: Human X Fox. Characteristics: Shy. Lonely. Likes company, but has trust issues. Dislikes men screaming or making loud noises, but when woman do it it's fine. Never as been adopted, and is very apologetic. Not trained well."

Everything seemed right, besides the "Not trained well." part, but I didn't dare say anything, in fear I'd get hit or yelled at.

"That's correct." I said quietly. She nodded, and stuck it onto the front of my crate, then locked me in. I looked around and prayed that I'd get adopted today. I just wanted somewhere to call home for once. But I didn't want to be adopted too, because then that would mean that I might trust them. And if I trust them, I know I'll get hurt.

Soon, people began to arrive. Many of the girls and couples went to the Cat X Humans, while the males all seemed to go straight to the Dog X Humans first, give or take a few people.

Only a small handful of people came to my cage, but most didn't even notice me. When they did, though, I'd put my biggest smile on, and sit up perfectly straight. However, they would read my information, and instantly gave me a disgusted look, and then shake their heads as they walked away.

Nearly an hour later, and more than half the pets have been taken. I was still there, though. Soon, there were only about thirty or more people left, but one stood out among the others.