Hangout with the Ham-Hams!

Snoozer and Ownerless Hamster hangout scenario

PLEASE READ!!!! ⚠⚠⚠Sensitive topic warning! This book will delve into much more serious topics that were not covered in the show but I felt like it was definitely happening off screen as I noted the episode were Bijju got sick one day and she had a nose dropper for her cold which made me wonder how they'd know that would work on a hamster to begin with, there will be references to slight blood, injuries, guns, death and all things concerning lab animal abuse that goes on in real life, also, I wish to give this ham a name, this ham is going to be a female ham named Scissors, and this ham has green eyes one of them red due to her dark past, she walks alone the streets and she has completely reddish brown fur with a white fur stomach patch, and she is partly blind in the eye that is red, of course she's gotten used to it, it doesn't bother her at all and she can navigate using her other strong senses, hamha! Enjoy

Hamha! My name is Scissors, I'm a rouge ham, a one ham band, I see other hams with owners and I shrug it off constantly, "Huh, whatever." I always say before walking away from it, does being ownerless bother me?

Yeah right, for ham! Nothing bothers me! The mighty and free Scissors! I have no friends either, but I feel as if I do not

have the need for any, I've lost more friends then I've gained, so I've given up on having hams to talk to, of course, deep down in a part under my fur, it still bothers

me, sometimes I imagine having friends, but they always get hurt from being by my side, so, I've been walking alone.

Along the streets, scavenging for food, I need to stop over thinking things, my mother always used to tell me so, wanna know why I'm ownerless in the first place?

Well, I used to be a lab ham, whenever I explained it to others they'd say I was a lab rat, but I'm a hamster! I have

no relations to a rat, or at least that's what my father told me before disappeared one day, I lived in a cold and dim lit room with millions of other hams, they weren't that

chatty as I used to be, I noticed hams get picked one by one and get injected or rubbed down with some sort of

creams and 'Make up' as my mother overheard one of the humans call the stuff that was being rubbed on the eyes or body of the hams,

They always seemed to come down with something after a while and soon they fell into a deep slumber, which the humans come with a plastic bag and put the

sleeping ham into the bag, I always asked my mother what was happening but, she dared not to explain the thing I now know as an adult ham is, death.

I understand she wanted me to just have a hamhood, but she could've at least told me the truth, whenever I saw

someone actually sleeping I always feared they'd be taken off somewhere and I wouldn't see the ham anymore,

I grew older and soon my mother also began to feel sick, it was there she began to tell me the horrors of where I used to live, she told me

"Run Scissors, you must run, get
out of here, humans are sick and cannot be trusted."

"But mother, I can't just leave you here!" I shouted tears in my eyes,