To Remember 2 : The Call ( Hoodie X Reader ) BOOK 2

Prologue for "Jinx"

(((((WARNING: GRAPHIC/SEXUAL THEMES!!! This is the prologue to Jinx Illusion's backstory book, cleverly named "Jinx", before she met Slender and stuff. Yes, Jinx is a neko. Yes, she has a pretty expected sob-story of a past.)))))

On the corner of some dark road in any big city you visit, there will be a small store. But this store is strange. It has guards, and the windows are tinted. If you're stupid enough to emter the store, you'll see pretty average stuff for sale. Food, medicine, it changes depending on the location. But never pets. They never sell pets up front. You have to go straight up to the counter and ask to speak with the manager.

If the person working says, "The manager isn't in right now," you respond with "Well let your manager know that I'm looking to buy a cat.

If the person working says, "I am the manager," reply with, "Good, because I've been thinking about buying a cat."

Whether you're male or female doesn't matter. It's just business to them. Nothing more, nothing less. The person working there will repeat what you say to them, and once you affirm it they will reach under the counter.

Don't get scared, they wouldn't risk harming a potential customer. The person working there will flip a switch, and something will change in the store. Sometimes the floor rises or lowers, sometimes a shelf slides to the side. Setimes a new door may open. Again, it depends on the store. And through the new opening will lie something truely scary.

It was to me, anyways.

You see, I was born in a place like that.

Born in the secret area within that store on the dark street corner.

Withing that area, nekos are made. As far as they are concerned, nekos are genetically modified to best fulfill the wishes of the customer. And 90% of those wishes are sexual fulfillment. Many are up and ready for order. But there are those rare customers who want their nekos untamed, which is a stipid choice by my opinion.

Imagine waking up with a fully grown mind and memory, all grown up as much as you'll ever get, but no memories or past experiences. You just appeared into existence. No knowing right from wrong, or good from bad. That's what every neko knows when they are created. That they weren't there at all a few seconds ago.

When a neko is "born", the first human they ever meet is the person who created them. The guy I know as the "Order-Filler". He takes orders given to him by customers or by his boss, and modifies the generic makeup of the creature to make the perfect neko by the standards given to him.

But when the neko can think and feel, they can't yet breath. But they can still drown. They feel the water filing their lungs, instinct telling them to cough it out only to force more water in. It's an endless cycle of drowning and panic for about three days until the newborn neko meets their second person. If a customer ordered the neko custom-made, that is the second person they meet.

For everyone else, me included, the second person you'd meet would be the manager of the facility. The meeting will only last a few minutes, where he inspects the nekos for any defects. During this, the confused nekos are in the nude. What better way to perform a full-body search, eh?

Now after the search is when I got my first "master", still untamed but checked for deformities or errors. I've always hated the word Master. I have a good reason, too. Being untamed, I didn't know how to speak my "master's" language, so I got into trouble pretty often. The first thing I learned to communicate with my first master was his body language. He was almost always cruel, except when he wanted... favors. The sexual fulfillment that nekos were made for.

Thankfully, I wasn't the only neko he owned, and the others graciously accepted the offer to please their master. They shunned me out, visibly angry with my choice to disobey the master.

Why I was so disobedient to my masters, I'll never know. Maybe an error in my genetic coding, or maybe I was supposed to be that way.

Anyways, my first master was quick to return me. He didn't like the fact that I was so disobedient. The mamager wasn't pleased, and punished me. Good thing nekos have a fast healing, or I wouldn't have healed by the time my second master bought me.

I hardly spent any time in the facility before he did. My second master had a wife, and she adored me. She treated me as her child, and my master let her. He'd even go along with it from time to time. She was a teacher, and taught me how to speak their language, and how to read and write. It was called "English".

Life was pretty great for a few months, until my master and his wife had a child of their own. My master said he didn't "need me" anymore, and he returned me to the facility as well. I didn't disobey them, I didn't know what i did wrong. When the facility manager tried to punush me this time, I fought back. Clawed his face and any part of him that got near me.

He was furious. He tranquilized me and sent me off to a solitary confinement, stuffed into a cage in a hot room where all the bad nekos went. Neko prison you could say. In the prison, the neko in the cage noticed that I was "untamed", and he went on explaining how things worked.

He said that after the full-body search, the rest of the nekos would go into being tamed. They were basically brainwashed into obeying every command given to them by whatever master they had. They were taught to learn their current master's likes and dislikes, and please them in every way possible. The neko and I would chat every now and then, his English broken and faded into a different speech pattern. But he was untamed just like me. All the misbehaved and untamed nekos were here in neko prison.

A few weeks went by with my in the cramped and stuffy prison room before I overheard the manager talking to a customer outside the prison door. The customer wanted the most untamed neko Mr. Manager had, but the manager was reluctant. I didn't think much of it, there were more misbehaved nekos then me. A few even killed the master they belonged to.

So when the manager came in with the customer, I sulked down, ears pressed firmly against my head. No way was I about to look adorable for some creep, even if it were to get me out of here. My tail kept twitching in uncontrollable frusteration. Something I didn't bother to control.

But even though I was being as unattractive as I could, the customer managed to pick me. So this is where my story starts. With my third master, Takara.