His Creation

He never pays attention to me anymore, all he cares about now is that hole. He spends everyday writing, pacing, shouting, sweating… Sometimes he throws things into the hole, and sometimes the things are thrown back. I like when he does this, because then I can chase the thing and bring it back to him. I like the chasing game. He used to praise me when I brought him the things, now he barely looks, but it’s better than nothing. I miss when he would bring me out in the car and we would play outside. I haven’t smelled the air for a long long time. I wish we could go back outside soon, but I know he’s busy and he doesn’t like to be bothered. The last time I tried to ask him to play with me by tugging him away from the hole, he yelled at me and he kicked me very hard. It hurt really bad, so I don’t ask anymore.

BANG BANG BANG!

I jump, startled by the sound of my owner’s fists slamming on his table and I press my back against the wall when he screams in frustration. As a whimper escapes my throat, he stops and turns to me, his eyes making their first contact with mine in so long. They were cold but glinting with the spark of a sudden epiphany. He rises from his seat and I can’t stop my tail from thumping against the floor in excitement as he walks towards me. I am so excited, I knew if I waited long enough he would play with me! I love him so much, I knew he wouldn’t forget about me forever!

”Taitooo,” his voice, though raspy and forced, slid into my ears like music, ”Do you want to play a game?”

Before he can even make it all the way to me, I jump and sprint at him, my paws sliding against the tile floor. My mind is racing with pure joy at the sight of my owners hand extending towards me. Anticipating the feeling of his hand petting my head, I’m taken by surprise when he instead grabs me by the scruff of my neck. I yelp in pain, his nails digging into my skin. With all his strength, he lifts me off the floor and I feel myself fly through the air. Black smoke wraps around me like yarn, pulling and dragging me into the horrible, buzzing, freezing void in the wall.

Deeper, deeper, deeper… I just fall endlessly into nothing. The air around me rips and pulls at every part of my body and my screams make no sound. It feels like my bones are being stretched and molded like hot sugar. I lose track of time as the pain clouds my mind, the memories of where I came from before this start to fade until there’s nothing but vague feelings left. I only remember the hole now; the cold, the pain, the dark. Just as I finally begin to feel numb to the pain, I’m slammed against a hard, flat surface. My body drops to a solid ground below me, the feeling now nauseatingly unfamiliar.

I struggle to lift my head, the newfound gravity weighing heavily down on me. Everything in front of me is blurry and dark, I can only vaguely make out the shape of something slowly approaching. The light burns my eyes and I’m forced to close them, but it still seeps through my eyelids. I try to cover my eyes with my paws but I think there’s… holes… in my paws…?

”Oh, Taito… Sweet little Taito…” The figure laughs, ”You have no idea how much you’ve just helped me. This is going to be the biggest breakthrough in scientific history! Living organisms was the key too…” I stop listening and the voice fades out while anger wells up inside of me. I remember that voice, I can’t remember who it is, but I remember he hurt me. He made me feel that pain inside the void. He is the reason I feel so wrong. I hate him.

”You’re not Taito anymore, you’re not even a Ruffie anymore,” he laughs again, ”You’re just experiment 84 now,” he says, as he fastens a labelled collar around my neck. My boiling anger pulsates through my muscles, giving me the strength I need to stand. My tail, now long and snake-like, sways behind me to keep my balance on my new feet. The figure steps back and I lunge.

My claws shred the figure in front of me, sprays of blood barely visible in my now blind eyes. I tear him apart too quickly for him to even scream, and I revel in every second of it. I just keep tearing and tearing, until there’s nothing left to rip from his bones. Taking the largest bone in my mouth, I stumble out of the room, my body now drained and exhausted. Feeling around with my feet, I let my body drop onto the first soft surface I find and happily chew my new bone.

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