Langst One-Shots

Number 45435

Prompt - Asked by @ImFuckingCrazy901 so thank you for the prompt!

Lance is a cat hybrid who hides his ears and tail (with a secret twist) in fear of being bullied from his friends. I would give more details but where's the fun with that? ;))

Also!!! I am currently on spring break so I will be able to update more which is exciting!!! I'll finally be able to update the ones that I haven't been updating for a year!!!

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As a child, you have probably asked your parents where your family was from. Maybe it was for a school project that you wanted an 'A' on, or maybe you were just curious.

And maybe your parents would answer with a 'Why don't we ask your grandmother sweetie?' Or maybe your parents even showed you old family photo books or old journals from your dead family members.

But how do your parents answer if they don't know where you're from either?

Your first reaction would probably be 'Oh, I'm just adopted' or maybe even that your parents had found you wandering around the side of the road. Yet all of those hypotheses seemed wrong, but maybe they weren't. He wasn't sure. All he remembers from his past is a harsh white light that was always in his eyes, continuous pokes and prods to his body, and men(?) wearing long white coats who stood above him.

He can always feel his mouth open but can never hear any noise come out. Even if he could hear himself would he even know what he was saying? Would he be clear-headed enough to know?

Another thing that he was able to hazily remember is harsh grabs on his upper legs and on his arms. What the hands on his body meant...he didn't know. And he doubts he ever will.

All he knew was his number; 45435 and that the...things...at the top of his head and lower back were not supposed to be on his body.

All he knew was that it hurt whenever the men in white would touch them. He didn't know why though.

He still had a lot of questions that he wished to know. Why was he here? Who even was he? What was his name?

He didn't know, and he didn't dare ask the men in white his questions. He was too afraid to ask, and too afraid to know the consequences. He didn't want the men in white to touch the things attached to his body anymore so he kept himself in the dark.

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Lance didn't know much about his childhood. To be fair, though, there was a lot that he didn't know of.

Lance knew that he was different than his family; ranging from his tan skin, the attachments on his body, and the numbers on the inside of his wrists. They've been there as long as he could remember - and probably longer.

One thing that was odd was that his parents loved him even when he was so fucked up on the inside and out.

One example: When he'd go to sleep, he would constantly have nightmares of harsh lights and people constantly touching him in places that people don't usually touch.

And parents didn't care that they often woke up to Lance's screaming and crying unintelligible sentences. All they did was whisper soft words on how much they loved him, how he was safe, and hold him in their arms gently. It worked, the men in white were replaced by his parents. All memory of harsh voices and hard touches erased in that moment.

Lance loved his parents and didn't care that he was different.

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"Mama?" Lance asked, his tail swaying back and forth as he looked at his parents; who set down whatever they were doing.