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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.

Medicine? Host wondered what for. He wasn’t sick, was he? He couldn’t think of anything. He was pretty sure he wasn’t sick.

But, this was his owner, and if he needed to do anything to him, he wouldn’t say no. He couldn’t. He’d be bad if he said no. If he said stop. So even though he didn’t want to be touched, and didn’t want to have anything applied to him, he’d just stay the silent obedient thing he was.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t hesitant to sit up, before waiting for what would happen.

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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 was quiet for a bit, thinking. “I’m- I’m in a-a b-bed. And- a- and your m-my new ma-master…”, he replied then. He knew that much. He didn’t like it a lot, since he didn’t know how this new person would act like, but still. He had no choice, did he?

He stood up, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge of the bed. “This is your bed. And you do not have to call me Master, little one.” He cooed softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Host instinctively flinched when the other sat down, curling up tighter. Expecting him to reach out, grab him, anything.

He didn’t reply to his words. What else should he call him? He didn’t trust it. It was a trap. I’m not going to hurt you. How should he believe that? It was the most common lie he knew.

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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 was quiet for a bit, thinking. “I’m- I’m in a-a b-bed. And- a- and your m-my new ma-master…”, he replied then. He knew that much. He didn’t like it a lot, since he didn’t know how this new person would act like, but still. He had no choice, did he?

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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 stayed right where he are. Not that he could see where else he might be, considering his blindness. He knew he was on a bed, and had a soft blanket covering him. He didn’t like being in a bed. He wasn’t allowed on beds, unless his master wanted to use him.

So that was what he was dreading at the moment. That his new master would show up, rip his clothes off, and use him.

He knocked on the door out of habit, then opened it. He had a small clicker in his hand, and used it as he moved to a small chair and sat down. “Hello, Host.”

“H-hello, m-ma-ster..”, Host replied quietly, clearly unsure about speaking. It was always better to reply to his master though, rather than to stay silent. He knew how to behave, he was good. He wanted to be good at the very least.

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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 stayed right where he are. Not that he could see where else he might be, considering his blindness. He knew he was on a bed, and had a soft blanket covering him. He didn’t like being in a bed. He wasn’t allowed on beds, unless his master wanted to use him.

So that was what he was dreading at the moment. That his new master would show up, rip his clothes off, and use him.

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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 cried out softly as he felt the syringe, easily falling asleep. He wasn’t even uncooperative, and everyone would know that. He just needed to be told what to do, and he’d most likely do it.

But he never got a choice in anything anyways, so why would this be any different? It was known he had been drugged before with his last owner as well.

Trent locked the cage, rolling it out to the signing room. He leaned against the wall, yearning for a smoke.

Daniel had finished signing, and was softly talking to the woman. She said one last thing before standing up, and walking him to the door. “Congratulations on your new pet.”

He smiled softly, then dropped it as he peered in. The neko, Host, was passed out, crumpled with his face pressed against the wall. There was a small bleeding mark on his neck and he turned to Marcy. “How…?” She looked closer, then whirled on Trent.

“My office. Now. Have a good day, Mr. Jil.” She followed after the teen, her eyes narrowed.

David narrowed his as well, but said nothing. He did however open the kennel, gently picking up the frail hybrid and cradling him. He carried him out the building, barely taking a second to get the supply bag. He then laid him in the backseat, placing a blanket. Within ten minutes they were at his home.

Host was out for an hour or so, thankfully the sedatives didn’t work for too long. He didn’t feel well when he woke up, and hr could feel he wasn’t laying on the ground of his kennel anymore.

He whimpered softly, curling up tighter. His head felt bad, and he knew what had happened without having to be told. He had been sedated a lot before, though not in the centre he had been at. He had experienced a lot of drugs, though most common catnip. He hated it the most.

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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 cried out softly as he felt the syringe, easily falling asleep. He wasn’t even uncooperative, and everyone would know that. He just needed to be told what to do, and he’d most likely do it.

But he never got a choice in anything anyways, so why would this be any different? It was known he had been drugged before with his last owner as well.

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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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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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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.