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Dark held a stuffie close and looked for someone to talk to. His tail wags fast when he sees host. He rubs up and nuzzles against him. “Host!” He giggles and nuzzles close wanting some attention as his tail wags.

Host was startled when spoken to so suddenly, not having expected anyone running into him. He flinched when Dark was just in his personal space, instinctively looking at the other.

“Dark.”, he noted, two obsidian eyes looking at the other, blood dripping down his cheeks. Getting startled didn’t help his bleeding.

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Host nods lightly, listening to Dark. He had no clue what the last two things were, other than food. It smelled good, though.

“Can- am- am I allowed to eat?..”, he asked softly, staying away from Dark. He’d figure out everything on his own.

“Yes you are kitten. Your always allowed too. “ dark starts to eat.

Host didn’t acknowledge it further, very carefully feeling around and finding his food. He definitely enjoyed the nuggets more, mostly because they were meat, and found milk was a bad combination with both meat and fries. But it was warm, and tasted good, and was actual food.

Host nods lightly, listening to Dark. He had no clue what the last two things were, other than food. It smelled good, though.

“Can- am- am I allowed to eat?..”, he asked softly, staying away from Dark. He’d figure out everything on his own.

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Host stayed silent, crying and trembling and trying to breathe, because he couldn’t. He needed the whole ride back home to calm back down and even out his breathing, and stop shaking, and stop being so terrified of just knowing Dark was there and watching him.

“Time, please.”, his voice is barely above a whisper. It’s barely audible. “Alone. Please.”, his voice cracked again.

“Okay kitten. I’ll give you time alone then. Let me get that collar off of you for know so you can hide when we get home.” He takes it off and they get to McDonald’s. He gets them some chicken nuggets meals.

Host nods lightly. Dark hasn’t yelled at him, and hasn’t hurt him. Even though he was so selfish and said so much and didn’t act at all like he should.

He was very hesitant to ask to stay in the car while Dark got food. He didn’t want to be around people.

Host stayed silent, crying and trembling and trying to breathe, because he couldn’t. He needed the whole ride back home to calm back down and even out his breathing, and stop shaking, and stop being so terrified of just knowing Dark was there and watching him.

“Time, please.”, his voice is barely above a whisper. It’s barely audible. “Alone. Please.”, his voice cracked again.

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He could not not answer. Not answering was disobeying, and he wasn’t sure what would be worse. Disobeying or getting hurt.

“I don’t want you to hurt me and find me becaus ei want to hide but i cant because youll hear and then yell and drag me away and im scared youll hurt me and rip my clothes off like my master did and use me and call me a toy and dress me up for pictures and gross hurting videos and share them and be mean and make my existence nothing but a toy for you because thats what ive always been and i dont want anything to hurt me again but im scared youll get mad and yell at me and hurt me even though i just want to hide and feel safe even though i cant because i cant just say no and get away because you can hear me and see me and i cant and-”, Host was running out of breath as he rattled off all he had in mind, and he was shaking and his voice was starting to waver and crack as tears gathered in his eyes, because he’s terrified.

Dark felt so bad for his kitten. He gently moves him closer to dark. He rubs his back softly and gets him a tissue. “Kitten. I’m sooo sorry about what you went though. I will never put you though that. I promise. I’m gonna treat you like a kitten should be taken care of. I rather you not hide though. My mansion is very big and I don’t want you to get lost, but you can have a room all your own. You can just tell me you don’t want me around I’ll back off. I promise. I just wanna keep you happy, healthy, and safe kitten. You will always have the right to say no to me and I’ll never take pictures of you like he did. I promise kitten. I promise. “

Host can’t help but yelp when Dark pulled him close, tensing even further. He reacted as he always would -afraid of getting hurt. He knew what he needed, he knew what he wanted and what would help him recover from the abuse, but he already said so much, and he knows Dark probably has no clue how to help him, even though he says he means well.

He can’t tell Dark not to touch him, he can’t tell Dark he didn’t care if he got lost, because he felt safe when he was hiding somewhere, he couldn’t tell him to just leave him alone and get used to someone being there, but not hurting him in any form, he couldn’t tell him to just give him time, silently provide food and water and an accessible bathroom until he gets used to being allowed to live.

He could not not answer. Not answering was disobeying, and he wasn’t sure what would be worse. Disobeying or getting hurt.

“I don’t want you to hurt me and find me becaus ei want to hide but i cant because youll hear and then yell and drag me away and im scared youll hurt me and rip my clothes off like my master did and use me and call me a toy and dress me up for pictures and gross hurting videos and share them and be mean and make my existence nothing but a toy for you because thats what ive always been and i dont want anything to hurt me again but im scared youll get mad and yell at me and hurt me even though i just want to hide and feel safe even though i cant because i cant just say no and get away because you can hear me and see me and i cant and-”, Host was running out of breath as he rattled off all he had in mind, and he was shaking and his voice was starting to waver and crack as tears gathered in his eyes, because he’s terrified.

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“I-I’m s-so-rry..”, Markus whimpered softly. He wasn’t freaking out just yet, he wasn’t panicking. He was just trying to get used to the thought that Dark would always know where he is, would always be able to find him, would always be able to drag him away and throw him around and hurt him and-

A chocked whimper left him as his mind filled with all the horrible things that could happen, and he was convinced would happen.

“Markus what’s wrong?” Dark was extremely worried for his little kitten. “I can’t help unless you tell me.”

Host shook his head strongly, not wanting Dark to yell at him, not wanting him to get mad, hurt him, do whatever he pleased with him. He couldn’t tell him, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He wasn’t meant to want anything, to dislike anything, because he was a toy he was nothing.

“I-I’m s-so-rry..”, Markus whimpered softly. He wasn’t freaking out just yet, he wasn’t panicking. He was just trying to get used to the thought that Dark would always know where he is, would always be able to find him, would always be able to drag him away and throw him around and hurt him and-

A chocked whimper left him as his mind filled with all the horrible things that could happen, and he was convinced would happen.

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Host hates catnip. Because it’s a drug, because he got so vulnerable whenever he smelled it. He couldn’t help his instincts grabbing the stuffie, rubbing his head against it, taking in the scent until it filled his head and his body loosened up, and he didn’t care to think too much anymore.

So he just laid there, with the bunny he had first been given, more or less relaxed. He’d be for around ten minutes, and he faintly wondered if Dark would use that time he wouldn’t even think of struggling to do anything. His old owner loved having him drugged up, no matter with what.

Dark noticed the strange behavior of host. “You okay kitten?” He frown softly. He wanted host to relax with him but this seemed forced. “I’m gonna put the collar on ya now darling.” He puts it in and checks out. Not knowing the effect that catnip had on nekos, so he bought the toys with it in them as well.

Markus just mumbled something quietly, not feeling like speaking up. He isn’t even bothered by the collar, at first. Only once the catnip started to leave his system -and luckily he’d be immune to it for half an hour or so- he tugged on it, wincing when he heard it jingle.

He couldn’t hide from Dark. He curled up tightly, taking shaky breaths. This was the worst.