The Code Entries

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\\Anorexia Warning\\

~~Three years later~~

Caster sat on the grass, his art book on his lap as he painted. The picture was of a lab scene.

He'd drawn it before many,many times, but that didn't stop him from drawing it again. In fact, everytime he drew it,it only looked better. Better shading, better coloring, better lineart-it all looked better the more he drew it. What a grand work, all spiffed up and pretty.

Unfortunately the scene was a pretty graphic one, it included a young kitten monster being chained down and beaten, he was a bloody mess and his bones were twisted everywhere. Good thing he hid these images from Asgore and Toriel-Who's love for each other was ever growing. If only he didn't ship it so hard-

The wind picked up,blowing strongly against Caster's face. The sky was orange as the sunset dawned. Petals and leaves flew from the tree he was sitting under and the overlapping hills were wet with the rain of that morning. 

Caster stretched out, running his paws through the blades of grass slowly as he lay down on his stomach. He let out a sigh as he looked around.

Nope. Still rather boring.

He lay the side of his head down as he looked onwards. Interesting view at least. Nothing else was-

"Caster! Dinner time!" Asgore yelled in his loud yet calming voice.Caster stood up. Finally, eats.

He entered the house, then into the kitchen. He turned to the food provided. 

It was some meat with sauce is all Caster saw before he dug in,eating way too fast. Asgore and Toriel laughed at his behaviour.

"Settle down Cast, your gonna throw all that back up"  Asgore said with actual concern in his voice.

Caster stopped, then slowed down.

"hum, Fat little kitty" Toriel laughed while scratching behind Caster's ears.

Caster looked up, his ears drooping. "F-fat?"

Toriel chuckled. "Yes. Your gaining pounds quickly Cat"

Caster looked away guiltily, causing them to laugh more. He blushed and walked out of the kitchen and into his room where he crashed onto his mattress. He rolled around, looking at his stomach. I mean sure, he had been gaining weight...maybe too much-He hadn't really thought it was a problem. Well if it caused others to find his very presence funny,he might as well just lose some weight.

When he finally left the room, he saw Asgore and Toriel cuddled up together on the couch sleeping deeply. He smiled and shook his head as he walked into the kitchen, grabbed a fork and sat by the trashcan and forced himself to vomit up his dinner into the it. Afterwards, he clutched his stomach, his throat burning as he swallowed hard.

It had to be done.

He wiped his mouth and coughed lightly, looking around dizzily. He hoped noone heard that.

He stood up, grabbing the trash bag's strings then tying them together, forcing the bag out of the can and blowing out a new one, placing it in carefully.He grabbed the the full bag and slumped it over his shoulder, then he walked outside, proceeding to throw it in the dumpster. He sighed, running a hand through the fur on his head before he looked around, sitting on the grass. He looked up at the stars, thoughts running through his head like a storm.

Caster took out one of the paintings and observed it, rubbing a finger over the cat. The memory was haunting him...every dream he had was corrupt with it-

The air around him was humid, the cell was dark...it was cold, lonely... His tears fell fast as he curled up tight trying to keep warm. His leg was chained up in a cuff,so he could barely move, but he managed. He had dark black fur and legs that resembled those of a kangaroos. His ears were rather large for his head, and he couldn't have been more then three years of age. His eyes were large and blue, but they kept flickering to red ringed pupils in a dark black eye.

 His name was Caster, at least that's what they called him. Everyone called him that-for whatever reason he flinched whenever people said it though. It actually kinda stinged-he hoped they would stop calling him that soon.

 A group of people in hazmat suits stormed in holding prong collars and rods-elecrical ones to use on him. They seemed to think he was dangerous-He agreed-but he didn't like what hey were doing...He only slightly understood why they kept hurting him-was it a punishment? He assumed so... But then why was it lasting so long? He just wanted to disappear- Hide away forever-he hurt so many people, he killed his own parents-he deserved this he needed to stop complaining.

 The suited people walked closer,then one of them poked him from behind, the rod stabbing into his left leg, causing it to bleed. Caster yelped in pain, then jumped up on his fours, walking forth slowly. He was poked again-and when he didn't move fast enough several rods were flicked onto him, beating him till he jumped up and started running. The cuff on his ankle didn't seem to agree with this and it was a very heavy burden. After the group was finally satisfied with how fast he was walking they wrote stuff down on pieces of paper on boards. Caster glared at the papers. He wished to destroy each and every one of those white sheets, rip them to pieces and burn them down. But, that was bad.(edited)That was forbidden. It was wrong to break things, things he couldn't fix.

\\Welp that was short but its a major plot point so imma just keep strolling on\\