Petstuck

Adoption

Karkat's POV

I've been stuck with these idiots for almost 4 months now, and no one decided to adopt us.

All of us were sugar gliders, a type of animal that flew. Technically we were squirrels with wings tucked under our arms.

That's when one day, my best friend Gamzee was adopted by a girl with long black hair and green eyes, wearing blue cat ears, with a tall male standing beside her with black curly hair and wore a skeleton sweatshirt.

I wanted to say bye, but I didnt have the words.
Then one by one everyone came and go. I was the only one left. I felt so lonely, my heart shattered. No one to talk too, no one to annoy, no one to hear me.

That's when he came.
He was a tall boy, looking like he was in his 20's. He had spiked hair and pointed shades. I was scared, so I ran around in my tiny cage till he picked me up from my stomach, making me hiss and nap at him. The lady who helped people adopt my friends put me in a small box with holes at each side.

I was scared,
I was nervous,
I was unsure what to do.
I was alone.

When I was carried inside the blonde's house, I could only make out a room with a sofa and a bunch of puppet like things with asses. I felt like jumping out but it was no use. I was to weak.

The box I was in was settled on a table, then the top was lifted.
I looked at the person who pulled off the box, my pupils like slits cause of the light.

I could only make out a smaller version of the man who took me to his home, except his hair was low and not spiked, he wore normal sunglasses and had a straight face, freckles covering his cheeks and bridge of his nose.

He reached out a hand to touch me, but I refused. I bit his finger and hissed and nipped at his fingers everytime he tried to touch me.

"bro you said you were gonna get me something that didn't bite like hell." He had a angry tone in his voice, setting the top of the box back on. I felt safe in the box.

"all animals bite, and maybe he's just scared. After all the lady said he was at least a 10 months old."

Eleven months old actually.

"I don't care. Ughhhh I guess I'll try to like him" the boy groaned, taking the box I was in with him up his stairs and into a room he was carrying me into. It was like downstairs but clothes littered the floor, along with papers and wires. Ugh, do they ever clean this place?!

Soon he opens up the box I was in and carried me out slowly, putting me in a cage that looked like mine from the pet store, except it had tunnels that were very colored, and some stickers placed on them.

I was disgusted till I started to run everywhere. It was cozy and roomy.
I liked it.
Maybe my new life won't be so bad after all.