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You stared boredly at the half-written assignment. What the fuck do i do with this? You thought, setting your pen down with a sigh. Raking a hand through your messy hair, you stood up and walked out of your bedroom. Sitting down on the soft grass outside, you stared at the blue and pink sky.
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It was like cotton candy, you once said.
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Sometimes you wished you could get adopted. Actually, no, ALL the time you wished you could get adopted. You knew it was incredibly rare for anybody here to get adopted, of course, but that didn’t stop you from hoping it’d happen one day.
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You noticed a little kitten skittering past you, looking small but fearful. Cute. B would probably do another ‘experiment’ on it though. Hearing a quiet sigh from somewhere, you looked behind you. To the right. To the left. (Now kick, now kick- im sorry.)
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Your gaze landed upon a familiar black-headed figure. Normally, you’d immediately try to go back inside, or get stopped by B. But you didn’t wanna see that kitten’s organs get messed around with, so you stayed. In short time, B noticed you too, and approached you.
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“Y/N, have you seen any Tabby cats here? Black and white, if we’re being specific.”
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You nodded, before replying.
“Mhm. I’m not gonna tell you where it went though.”
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B stared at you for a few moments with his ruby colored eyes, then spoke once more.
“I already know where it went. Thanks for your input, though.”
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You rolled your eyes and headed back inside. Obviously he knew. He knew everything, it seemed. Going back to your bedroom, you sat back down and eventually completed that god-awful assignment.
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After eating dinner, you heard a firm knock on your door. Opening it, you saw B’s usual manic grin, and…a box? He didn’t speak.
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Just shoved the box in your hands and gestured for you to open it. Glancing down at it, you set it down on your dresser. Your eyes narrowed skeptically.
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B didn’t take too kindly to that. He spoke; not loud, but a tone that made it clear he wasn’t exactly content. “Y/N, open the box.” And with that, you did. You slid open the lid to see an absolutely disgusting sight. The cat’s organs were completely removed, and the stomach was cut open. Dead. Trying not to gag, you pushed the box back into B’s hands, but he simply stared at you with the same insane expression he always had displayed on his face.
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“...Y/N, you always care more for animals than you do for others. Especially me. Do you still care about it, now that it’s…dead?”
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You looked at B in shock. What the fuck? You couldn’t decide whether to slap the shit out of him, or to slam the door in his face. You chose the latter, because you’d most likely get in trouble if you hit him.
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You groaned in frustration. Why the hell is B so obsessed with you?! You hated it, you hated him! But you couldn’t get rid of him, no matter how many times you tried to get away from him. Maybe your lives had woven themselves together from the start. It was a thought you despised, in fact, you wanted anyone BUT him to like you. You’d even settle for Carmen, that weird guy who’d pick his nose all the time!!
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Laying down in your comfortable bed, you attempted to shove down the disturbing thoughts. Of B. Of the poor cat. Of everything.