Toxic Angelness (Needy Streamer Overload, english version)

Chapter 3

(Warning: Content not suitable for those sensitive to sadism, including mistreatment. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

Ame remained static, impassive. Her head slowly turned towards the sound. It didn't sound like P-Chan's keys.

And the few people who did come (mostly food delivery people) rang the doorbell.

Ame hoped she didn't look as haggard as she felt, hid her battered hand behind her, and cautiously stepped out of the bathroom.

The last thing she needed was to see something supernatural.

The thought amused her because even if it was, with so many pills, it would be hard to know if it was real or just a product of her delirious mind.

The noise came from some small boxes, trembling slightly. Amé began to get very nervous; she was not exactly stable.

The last thing she needed was some kind of animal in the house; P-Chan knew she didn't have that kind of courage, she was so pathetic that she had a phobia of all kinds of bugs, from cockroaches to beetles, including butterflies and fireflies.

Especially cockroaches, demons on earth.

Ame thought almost any insect was a variation of them, butterflies were just cockroaches with pretty wings.

She approached slowly, with a grimace of pain, each step reminding her that her hand was fractured. Another one of her mistakes.

She held her breath as she approached. She had expected everything but that, literally, anything else had been more expected.

Meow~

It was a very small cat, extremely white with blue eyes, looking at her from the box, apparently having been playing. How had it gotten in? But more importantly, why didn't it seem scared of her presence? She was a beautiful cat.

With her trembling left hand, she slowly reached out to it, knowing that cats could be aggressive, the last thing she needed was to have to explain to P-Chan that she also had scratches.

She's taking too long...

Instead of being scared or moving away, the little one started to purr and closed its- eyes, snuggling closer to her small hand.

Ame didn't feel happy about it.

With some roughness, she grabbed the cat, which couldn't have been more than a few weeks old, and lifted it; it was extremely docile. She sat on the living room couch and placed it on her lap. It hurt, her hand hurt a lot, she wasn't used to so much pain.

Meow~