#nekocanon

🍙 - Favorite snack

"Yeah! This is your punishment now stop crying!" "…" "Shut up! You failure!" Woken up from his nightmare, he huddled into a ball hiding deeper inside the shadow of an alleyway. His tattered clothes did little to keep his small body from the cold weather and his box house is crumbling down from the rain last night. He didn’t want to move because moving mean cold but not moving mean no food and he was hungry. He slowly crawled out from his home and rummage through nearby trash behind the fast food chain and quickly down and left over food they thrown out that hasn’t rot yet. After, he traveled along the city rooftop trying to stay away from people’s vision. He finally dropped down behind one of the building as he shakily put the food down for the "area master" before leaving. Being rejected because of his ‘malfunction’, he curled his tail around his body and flatten his ear as much as he can, the hair was long enough that the ear can stay hidden. He take some used cardboard and some bottles to fortify his home before returning to his home.

The daily routine then repeat, woke up, eat once a day, pay his fee, and stay alive. Until, one day before he ended his day two large figure walks down the alleyway. The smell of alcohol was strong and they walk nowhere near straight. He tries to ignore them but they keep coming closer to the dead-end he’s residing in. He growled from the dark but the two did not phase so he jumps at them and start crawling and biting doing anything he can to hurt them and make them leave. But the drunk were stronger and they return the favor with punches and kicks and the throw him down the alley before start kicking and stomping him. That night he sleeps in his own pool of blood.

The next day his body refused to move because of the pains. He wondered why he’s still alive and not just died already. His life is miserable and he hated it. He wished many times that he would just died so there will be no more pain. He cried silently and curled up.