New home?...

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I wake up to the sound of rustling and talking from outside my cage. Opening my eyes, I see a teenage ginger kid pointing at me and I could hear him saying "I like that one!" 

My heart dropped. 

I backed away from the glass, and accidentally bumped into him... I've been sharing this prison with this guy for about a month, But I have been here for about three. He's nice and stuff, But he has barely spoken a word since he got here.

When I heard the door to the back of the cage open, I knew what was happening...

One of  us is gonna leave..

I looked back at the glass and noticed the other people standing with the kid. There was a tall man with no eyelids, and what seemed to be two catmen. 

But one caught my eye. He had pale blue hair and looked nervous. The other cat-man thing was slightly bulky and had pinkish hair. He looked angry. 

I swallowed thickly.

Then suddenly I was being hoisted up. They put a collar and leash on me. The pet store worker then gave me to the tall man. I took in his features. He was skinny, with sculpted features and short brown hair to complement. 

I was taken out of my trance by his voice.

"Hm. I think I'll name you Nyin." The man paused. "Oh, and my name is Luther." 

I gave a half-hearted smile, and looked away. I already knew I wasn't going home, so I'm going to try to make the best of the situation. 

Luther was now signing papers and my cell-mate was standing next to me. The ginger kid named him "Sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs" And honestly I felt bad for him.

"Hey, Luther?" 

He basically snapped his neck, turning to look at me. 

"Yes?"

I hesitated for a moment. "What are the other people's names?..." 

He first pointed at the ginger kid. "That one is Randal. He is my brother." Then he pointed to the two catmen "The one with the blue hair is Nyon, And The other one is Nyen." I nodded my head in understanding.

"I am done with the paperwork." he spoke. 

"Damnit!. We're leaving.." I thought.

Luther pulled on my leash and motioned for me to follow him. 

Poor Sebastian was being tugged around like a ragdoll by Randal, and Nyon and Nyen were following us out to the car. 

...

I guess I gotta get used to this. 










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