Broken (PHAN NEKO AU)

Part 2

Phil POV

" Ring!" , my doorbell rang.

Who the hell was ringing my doorbell in the middle of the night?! I knew that my girlfriend would definitely not bother getting her lazy ass off the couch so i slowly got out of my comfortable position and went to open the door.

Even though i was normally a pretty well-tempered man, i was really annoyed because it was literally 12 midnight so i angrily yanked open the door, about to shout at that inconsiderate person.

"Help."

Shocked, all my anger from before disappeared and i took in the sight on the floor before me.

Laying on the front of my porch was a tiny neko boy with brown hair, brown ears and beautiful matching brown eyes. He was so terrifyingly skinny that you could see bones sticking out and was bruised all over. His arms were burned and had thousands of scars all over. His clothes- if you could call it that- were torn and looked like rags, not covering so much of his body that i could literally see his rib cage poking out.Even his tail was scarred and as skinny as a stick. So fragile. He was obviously unconscious so i picked him up carefully and carried him inside.

He was so skinny that he felt weightless. Definitely abused. Not that shocking based on how nekos were treated. However, why was he lying unconscious on my front porch. Where was his owner?! One thing that was for sure was the fact that he wasn't going back.

Certainly i wanted to take him in and take care of him but the thoughts of the other person sitting on my couch i wasn't so sure.

"Hey Phil, who's that?" came a voice coming from the living room.

Speak of the devil.

" Um...., it's a neko."

Immediately, i heard a scream of disgust and a loud reply.

" WHAT THE HELL IS THAT DOING IN OUR HOUSE?!!"

While she was screaming away, i noticed a collar underneath the tiny, thin, torn and tattered t-shirt.

I gasped.

" Lisa, can we talk about this later because right now, this guy is dying. I need some duct tape , Now."

I tried to keep my voice calm and controlled with a hint of authority but i couldn't keep the lace of worry out of my voice.

" I'm only doing this because you're my boyfriend okay," she groaned and walked in my study to look for some duct tape.

This was one of the most expensive collars only few could afford.

When you want to mark a neko as yours, you usually put a collar on it. However , some people- who are super rich might i add- take this chance to get collars with extra security measures on it.

Well, it just so happens that this little guy happens to have had a rich master as this collar was one that could track the location of the neko, and as soon as it was 5 meters out of the set home area, it started to count down.

This count down is set for 5 minutes and when it runs out, it injects a serum from a needle in the collar that makes the neko brain-dead. Yep, brain-dead. The only way to stop the count down is to use the owner's fingerprint and unless this little neko here had cut of his master's finger and kept it with him, it wasn't going to be easy to shut down. Luckily, i had a plan, hence the duct tape.

After a few agonizing seconds, Lisa strolled out of my study slowly, seemingly trying to take as much time as possible. When she finally walked over, she looked down with disgust and hated burning in her eyes before tossing down the duct tape on the neko and strutting away.

Ignoring her several acts for now , i quickly tore up some tape and started sticking and peeling it of his clothes .( This is the part where it doesn't make much sense and it's probably not possible but just go with it cause when does my writing ever make sense:)) When i do this , fingerprints from the people that have touched him are "marked" on the tape and now it's just a matter of luck whether i can get the correct fingerprint on the censor or not.

I reach to the collar to start testing the several fingerprints imprinted when i see the clock on the collar showing the time left before this neko goes brain-dead forever.

"30 seconds"

Frantically, i start trying out the several fingerprints on the censor hoping one its the right one.

Nope, no luck.

"20 seconds"

Come on, this must work. I start rushing myself causing my fingers to get tangled in the tape, making it even more difficult.

"10 seconds"

No luck.

"9 seconds"

Not yet

" 8 seconds"

The time is running out.

"7 seconds"

I accidentally drop the tape on the floor getting it stuck and wasting time getting it off.

" 5 seconds"

I feel my hands get sweaty.

"4 seconds"

I keep on repeating the pattern, paste, lift, repeat.

" 3 seconds"

I feel my forehead get sweaty.

"2 seconds"

My hands start shaking and i continue trying.

"1 second"

I give up hope as i lift and paste the tape one last time.

"0 seconds"

I hear a "click" the moment the clock hits 0.

Hey i finally uploaded! So i'm been overseas this week so i couldn't write:( ( Though i have a feeling i am still not gonna write much even when i'm home•_•) I'm literally writing this on the plane home with my lights on while most of the people are sleeping sooo i'm gonna leave it at this cliffhanger though i'm sure most of you can guess what happens anyways. Remember to comment and vote so i get motivated to write! Heh so thanks so much for reading and i'll see y'all later byeeee!

And by later i mean probably next week .. or more.... byeeeee!!❤️❤️