Neko Phan Oneshots

Only Packaged Food intro 2

I fidget in Dr. Doug's office while he hooks up some tubes and wires. He is upset I can tell he keeps sighing loudly and it's my fault. "Philip you have to eat the food we give you. You'll never get adopted if you only eat packaged food an owner doesn't want that. We don't have the funding to get you packaged food and you can't be cooking here."

I wipe away some of my tears that have fallen. This always happens I'm just bad. I have to eat and drink sealed food and drinks. I thought I was doing ok but apparently they noticed I'm not having anything besides the tiny milk cartons and fruit. It's not that I don't want food. I am starving for food.

The thing is my food gets drugs in it and that makes me go to sleep and then master hurts me. Caroline who is my therapist here try's to tell me master is gone but that could be a lie. I rather be safe than sorry.

It's rare for me to eat meals here and when I do it's only small nibbles out of desperation. Or after days like today because these days are the worst days.

Dr. Doug holds the tube by my nose and measures down to my stomach. He marks a little black line on the tube. "None of us want to do this Phil but you can't be dying on us. We need someone to give us our daily jokes." He really tries to lighten the mood but it's not getting rid of the fact they are forcing poison into me.

"Let me cook please." I cry out of frustration.

"Philip we can't you can't cook here." Dr. Doug says his voice laced with frustration. "Now are you going to hold still for this or am I going to need to get help?"

I shake my head I don't want anyone else in here. I don't want the drugs. I don't want to sleep. I cry out howling in an alarm for help. "Please don't!!" I feel my throat tightening up, I can't breathe. They did something. They are hurting me. "Don't make me sleep don't make me sleep don't make me sleep." I repeat it over and over as if it will change what is going to happen.

"Philip I need you to look at me." I feel two hands on my shoulders and snap my eyes open. I'm breathing heavily. Dr. Doug looks worried. "Breath with me ok? Can we do that?"

Breathing I can do that. I nod my head and do my best to match my breaths with Dr. Doug. "Good job. You're doing really good."

We breathe until I notice another doctor enter the room. I pin my ears back remembering what they are going to do. "Phil don't look over there focus on me." Dr. Doug tries to get my focus back on him. I might be looking at him but I'm listening to the other person move around open packages. Drugs that they are going to put in me.

"No no Phil don't cry you're ok." Dr. Doug wipes my face with a tissue.

"I don't want to please I'll be a good cat please." I let my tears fall knowing nothing is going to change.

"You are good Phil you're doing really good ok. We are just going to give you some food." He says. His hands move from my shoulders to the side of my face. I try to shake my head to get him off of me but he holds me still. "Don't move you'll hurt yourself."

I close my eyes tightly as I feel myself start to shake. The door opens again and I hear more people come in. I try to  curl in on myself but someone is stopping me. "Stop. Stop. STOP!" I scream out trying to shake their hands off me.

"Phil you need to calm down."

I shake my head as best as I can to try and stop them. But I feel the tube start to go in and my eyes start to water. "It burns stop." But they don't listen to me.

"Philip look at me." Dr. Doug says loudly snapping me out of my fight. I open my eyes and see him holding a cup of water with a straw. "Drink some water... please."