Days. It's been days. Since I've been out of the backpack. It's always like this. I remember my first owner, Sugarcookiekitty159. She took me out and roleplayed with me. She and her friends raced each other and I helped us win. I am pinkie. The pink cat. Not "for sale". I've been traded, sold, given as a gift, and more. But barely truly loved anymore. All I am is a prize now. My new owner only takes me out to record videos now. I hate her. I hate being adopt me pet. I want this to end but pets don't die. We live forever till the internet dies. This cycle will continue forever. I hate it. Why me. Why. WHY. WHY. WHY. WHY. This is hell isn't it. But why am I here? What have I done to deserve this pain? Be born I guess. It's unfair. He has four other pink cats. What does he need me for. I want to die. Please. Death would be better then this loneliness. Please.
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