Neko Host AU ~ Open starter ~
Host was curled up in the corner of his kennel, as far away from the corridor as he could. He was a rescue from a very terrible owner, who had abused him badly. He was afraid of everyone, and blind on top of that.
So no one wanted him, of course. Most people wanted the cute nekos, the younger ones. The ones who loved to play and cuddle. But Host, he was afraid of being touched, he barely even spoke. He was so stuck in his habits from being abused, that living was so hard, that someone had to make sure he even ate. Because he was stuck on thinking he needed permission. And that was just one of the many things wrong with him.
Host whimpered softly, hearing them talk about him. He didn’t like being talked about. He didn’t like anything, really.
He always expected someone to get mad at him and yell, and in turn hurt him. Never once had he enjoyed anything sexual, and he would never try to initiate something like that. He hated it. But he obeyed when getting commands, because that hurt less than disobeying.
He barely did anything on his own, as the worker said. As long as he felt like he was alone, and no one would bother him, he did a few things. Going to the bathroom, sleeping. Trying to clean himself and tidy his clothes. He hadn’t let anyone try and change his clothes, nor did he want to be given new clothes. Even though he hated his current clothes, he didn’t want worse.
He had been dressed up too much for that. He had been used too much. As long as he felt he wasn’t being a bother, he didn’t ask for anything. But he didn’t take anything for granted either. He had learned he was lucky he was allowed to breathe. So he asked if what food he was given he was allowed to eat, because it wasn’t normal for him. He was used to getting nothing, or things not even meant for eating, if he had been bad.
She nodded, taking him to the signing room. He followed, sitting in the chair. “I have my own house. A bathtub and plenty of room. I’ll set up a spare room for him.”
—-Meanwhile—-
“I heard it got adopted.” There was a teenager working, a badge on his chest. It read Trent. “Why the hell would anyone want it? It’s ugly and can’t do shit.” He rolled his eyes, then got the leash. He unlocked the cage, walking in and forcing the clip onto the mandatory collar.
Host curled into himself tighter as he heard the teenager talk about him. He knew, he knew he was nothing worthy of adoption. Of even being here. For all he knew, Host was getting adopted to be used as the toy he grew up to be.
He squeaked in fear as he was dragged out of the corner of the kennel, so Trent could clip the leash on. He knew he was blind, he knew he was nothing. He had been told so much. He had been told the only people who loved him were people like his old owner. He knew a lot of such people knew about him, from pictures and videos of him.
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