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Elliot was a cat hybrid, a yellow cat that had cat features like ears, a tail, a nose, paws, and whiskers.

He adored his features, not letting them affect his life, and he happily worked at the pizzeria his human dad started a long while ago, before he was born.

He did most of the work there since they were chronically understaffed, but he really didn’t mind, he loved his job! Sure sometimes people could be rude but he really didn’t mind.

This was how his life was for the longest time until eventually, a customer came in, unlike the others. This one started flirting.

Elliot took a long time to eventually fall for him too, but he fell for iTrapped’s gentle gestures and the thoughtful gifts he was given. The two dated for a long time, until eventually his lover fell for another. A bunny hybrid.

He was upset for a while, fearing abandonment, but once he met him…he understood. The man was charming in his own quiet way, subtly taking care of you and holding this attractive confidence.

Mafioso didn’t fall for them easily, oh no, he took time and patience but eventually they accepted him into their relationship.

Elliot often found himself taking extra time off work, slipping away from the outside world without realizing it, while Mafioso did the same to make sure they were both doing well.

iTrapped began gradually talking down to him, giving him random orders. Elliot didn’t think much of it, but tried his best to follow the orders to not upset iTrapped.

He didn’t realize what was happening. Ever.

Slowly he transformed to be like a true cat, giving into his tendencies much more often and he had a collar around his neck. He was a well-trained kitty, following any orders he was given. He barely spoke nowadays.

He couldn’t remember most of his old life, when he wasn’t a cat following orders. When he could freely go outside. When he was alive.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been here, but he didn’t really care either.

Recently, a new pet had been added: a dog! This new one was named Chance, but they were unfortunately a feisty one. Elliot tried his best to befriend him, but struggled. They only really wanted to escape, which was taking a lot of training to stop.

It still happened now, Elliot was idly waiting in his room for iTrapped to come back home from training, tail swinging lightly.

Not even three minutes later, he perked up as he heard footsteps and the sound of something or someone being dragged, smiling. iTrapped was maybe home!

This was confirmed when his door opened to reveal iTrapped dragging a feisty Chance from the collar, as per usual.

“Let me go you bastard-“

Chance choked out, fighting against his grip, but he was ignored. Instead their collar tightened.

Elliot crawled over, rubbing against his legs happily and letting his tail curl around him slightly. Then he gently licked at Chance just to make sure they weren’t left out.

Chance held about the same amount of features as himself, just they were dog ones instead of cat features. Mafioso meanwhile only had the ears and tail, while iTrapped was a normal human, hence why he took ownership.

iTrapped leaned down and pet Elliot gently, greeting him and apologizing for how long he took. Elliot head butted his leg to tell him it was okay. He wasn’t allowed to speak.

iTrapped promised food after Mafioso was found..really only for Elliot, Chance wasn’t going to be fed due to his disobedience. Like always. He knew that dog was starved, but he didn’t care. They needed to learn a lesson.

Elliot went on a hunt, finding Mafioso’s room and scratching on the door like a cat does, waiting for Mafioso to open the door if he was in there.

He was.

Then iTrapped spoke like he was a completely different person, soft and sweet in a way he didn’t address Elliot. Sure he was kind, but not like this.

“Mafioso,”

He started, voice unusually soft as he pressed a kiss to the cheek that wasn’t cupped.

“How’s my sweet bunny been?”

Elliot pouted at the obvious favoritism for Mafioso, he was the first one iTrapped dated so why wasn’t he the favorite?

"Ive been good sir, simply resting in my room, I'm glad youve returned. Do you need anything of me?"

Mafioso replies, He smiles at him sweetly, allowing himself to be held and moved. He gives Elliot some pets too, ignoring Chance since he was very well aware of iTrapped’s disdain for them. He stayed on his good side as much as possible.

“Good, are you hungry?”

He asks, and when Mafioso answers that he is, he asks a follow up question;

“What would you like?”

A luxury Elliot and Chance weren’t allowed, but at least Elliot got wet cat food that was easier to eat than the dry kibble Chance got.

“Hm..something green will suffice.”

Mafioso replies gently, keeping it simple, but taking advantage of his ability to choose to show that he’s thankful for the option.

“That’s fine.”

He nodded, turning towards the kitchen.

He let go of Chance, motioning for Mafioso to keep an eye on them, then left to the kitchen to prep food for everyone excluding Chance and himself, Elliot following close behind.

He made a simple salad for his bunny and the usual wet cat food for his kitty, as per usual.

He set Elliot’s food bowl down on the ground, serving Mafioso shortly after.

Elliot immediately dug in, but then they both heard a grunt from where they had left the other two. Elliot kept eating, not his problem, but iTrapped walked over to check it out.

When he did get over there, he found Chance in Mafioso’s grasp, struggling against him. He sighed. Of course that mutt did something again.

“What happened this time?”

“..He tried to escape through the window again.”

Mafioso answers, gesturing to the dog fighting against his grip. iTrapped sighs, taking Chance from Mafioso.

“Go ahead and eat darling, I’ll take care of..this..thing.”

He says, gesturing to Chance and leaving to go to a separate room.

Mafioso meanwhile joins Elliot in eating like he was told to, giving the cat a pet on the way which he enjoyed.

In the other room, iTrapped closed the door behind him so Elliot doesn’t really know what happened next.

When they both came out a long while later, he watched as iTrapped made human food for Chance, and pouted. How come everyone got food but him? He thought he was a good kitty.

He followed every order he was given..why wasn’t he able to eat human food too? He thought iTrapped hated Chance? It was so confusing..

He decided to crawl away to his room, not allowed to walk, but when he got to his room he thought about it. He wasn’t able to get human food too, so he must be unmemorable, right…?

Maybe if he acts like the others, he’ll be noticed.

With that thought in mind, he shakily grips the wall and tries his absolute best to stand up, legs shaking like crazy, but with the support of the wall he gets used to it slowly.

It reminds him of how Chance tries to stand, his tail having been cut to throw their weight of balance so he can’t stand anymore.

He tries to take a step, but loses his balance. A thump sounds from his room and he scrambles to lay in his bed like that didn’t happen. When Mafioso comes in after a while and asks if he’s okay, he nods, watching the other leave.

Phew…crisis averted. He tries standing again, and this time it’s easier. He just stands for a long time until his legs ache, and then he lays down and goes to bed for the night. Tomorrow he’ll keep trying.

Should he try to get used to speaking too? They both spoke, even if Chance wasn’t meant to. After some thought, he decides he should.

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The next morning before breakfast he tried walking again, and this time he was able to do so. He kept practicing, getting used to it, before going back to crawling as soon as he heard footsteps. Not yet.

He followed iTrapped to the kitchen when he was told breakfast was done, frowning as he saw the other two with human food and he still had the wet cat food he was used to.

Obviously, iTrapped noticed. He convinced him it was nothing, eating his food. He didn’t bother to finish it, crawling back to his room after a long while.

He still wasn’t being treated like the others..he knows iTrapped hasn’t seen him acting like them yet, but he was still upset. Maybe he needed to be extreme?

He carefully practiced speaking, - he was able to say words, but his voice was raspy from disuse - trying to get better. He was allowed to speak when iTrapped asked a question that couldn’t be answered with yes or no.

After some practice, the distant sound of Chance and iTrapped fighting covering up his training, he decided he needed something more extreme.

Slowly, he crawled to the window that was open for air, and climbed through it.

Nobody caught him like they would’ve for Chance.

Shaky, he stood up and awkwardly limp-walked his way along the road the house was on.

***

The road eventually led to a city, and he curiously looked at some of the food, his stomach rumbling.

He didn’t have any food though - that was one of the only things he remembered about the world outside of iTrapped, he needed money for everything. So, he shook his head and kept walking.

He startled when someone called his name, turning towards them, wondering who knew his name. They spoke rapidly and he blinked, overwhelmed.

They noticed and calmed down, speaking slower.

“Are you okay man? You’ve been gone for months, nobodies seen you and you’re like..really worryingly skinny and pale.”

Elliot just blinked slowly, looking down at himself. Was he? He doesn’t remember what healthy looked like.

“I….okay.”

he forces, even if his voice is strained and it’s obvious he is not okay.

The person stares for a long time, debating, but eventually decides to leave it be.

“Where have you been? Builder Brother’s Pizzeria has kind of collapsed without you..everyone misses when you worked there.”

They say gently, smiling awkwardly at Elliot. They truly did hope he was okay.

But Elliot just tilted his head, confused, Builder Brother’s Pizzeria? He doesn’t remember that place. Especially not working there.

“…huh? I….no…..work.”

They just stared longer.

“You don’t..remember?”

They ask cautiously, and Elliot shakes his head. The person really isn’t sure how to handle this, not a professional, so they call a trauma center for help.

As soon as Elliot realizes this, he scrambles away, ending up crawling because his legs are way too weak to support his body enough to run.

They shout after him, but he keeps run-crawling…? Like his life depends on it.

He only stops when he can feel himself shaking, looking down at his knees to find them scraped from the concrete of sidewalks and roads.

He didn’t remember traffic laws really, and ended up almost getting hit by a couple cars, but he was alive. Just..terrified.

He curled up in a random alleyway, the first thing he could find that was relatively out of public eye.

He whimpered, he wanted to go back home now..this place wasn’t nice. He wanted iTrapped back. He didn’t care how bad he was treated, it was better than out here.

He looked into a dumpster that was placed inside the alleyway, disgusted but maybe something was in there…he was freezing, shivering in the afternoon air. His clothes weren’t like falling apart or anything, but they were definitely not fit for the weather.

He whined when he couldn’t find anything, instead searching around the alleyway, trying to calm down. By luck, he found a broken and tattered blanket, holes scattered along it, but it was better than nothing.

He grabbed it, wrapping it around himself and curled up tightly next to the dumpster, preserving any warmth that he could.

Suddenly, he was crying. He missed iTrapped. And Chance, even if they were a troublemaker. Mafioso too, he at least gave him more attention whenever he spotted him.

He just missed having a warm house and people to talk to. He was so lonely out here, even more lonely than iTrapped not paying attention to him. He felt horrible for leaving, he was a bad kitty.

***

He wasn’t sure how long passed, but at some point, his tears stopped, freezing against his cheeks and he could barely feel his body anymore.

He laid there, zoning out, hoping he’d be found. He was hiding from everyone to not get taken away, but he worried it was making iTrapped miss him too.

Until finally, he heard it.

“ELLIOT!”

With the last of his strength, Elliot stumbled shakily out of the alleyway, making a pitiful attempt at iTrapped’s name, trying to alert him, and thankfully it worked.

iTrapped rushed over, lifting Elliot into his arms, pressing him close.

“There you are, darling.”

he said gently, squeezing him once before lifting him up, Elliot curling his tail around his arm in response. He was so easy to carry - too light.

“Let’s go home, shall we?”

He asked, smiling at the nods from Elliot. He was freezing cold, but enjoying the attention to the fullest.

He kissed his cheek, rubbing circles in his back to keep him calm as he began to speed walk back home.

***

Once back home, he walked over to Elliot’s bedroom, closing the bedroom window before placing him down on the bed.

“Are you okay?”

He asked, smiling at the purring kitty in his arms. He definitely seemed okay, but he needed to check. Though, the purring stopped as the question registered and he furrowed his eyebrow slightly upon getting no response.

Elliot wasn’t sure how to describe how he felt, it wasn’t just good or bad, it was more complicated.

iTrapped sighed softly, cupping Elliot’s face with both hands and making him look into his eyes.

“Talk to me, kitty. Why did you run off?”

he asks again, and Elliot hesitates, ears and tail lowering before he finally decides to answer.

“You…..no…..like….me.”

He forces out quietly, remembering how upset he was about being ignored compared to Chance and Mafioso not only got human food, but also took up most of iTrapped’s attention - mostly Chance but he was a disobedient doggy.

iTrapped quickly shook his head at those words though, caressing Elliot’s cheeks gently.

“Oh no. No, darling, I still love you.”

he says gently, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before just going back to caressing his cheeks.

“Why didn’t you think I loved you anymore, kitty?”

he prodded gently, and Elliot hesitated again.

“No……big…..food.”

He says carefully, not adding on how he felt like he wasn’t getting much attention compared to the others. He felt horrible for it.

iTrapped softened at his words, finally explaining a bit.

“That’s all there will be from now on.”

He says softly, not elaborating further, but it helped him understand a little.

“I didn’t mean to leave you out, princess. Can you trust me on that?”

He asks, smiling as he watched Elliot nod and curl back into him

Elliot felt even worse for escaping now, if only he had just asked anyone…he was sure the others two knew as well.

Speaking of the others, where were they? He wanted to apologize for leaving them too..especially Chance, he knows it must’ve affected him, since they wanted to escape so bad and he got to just do it easily.

As if summoning and his thought, Mafioso peaks into the room, smiling as he sees Elliot and moving to walk inside.

“Welcome back Elliot.”

he said gently, forcing back a smirk at the fact Elliot was completely unharmed and even getting cuddles after a successful escape while Chance always got beaten badly. Someone was favored.

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Elliot waved happily in response, staying curled into iTrapped where he already was, enjoying the attention he was getting.

“Where’s Chance?”

iTrapped asked, not wanting to have to go on a search again. Chance moved out from behind Mafioso enough to be seen.

He just nodded, finally returning Mafioso’s greeting, petting Elliot as he held him in his arms just for something to do.

Elliot waved at Chance too once he saw him.

“You’re both alright?”

Mafioso asked, and iTrapped replied for both of them

“We’re both fine.”

He replied, ignoring the way Chance was half glaring at Elliot from how easy he managed to escape, only to actually come back and look happy. Like this was better than outside.

iTrapped and Mafioso talked for a while longer, Elliot purring softly in the background as he enjoyed the pets, Chance annoyed but he wasn’t able to be left alone, needing constant monitoring.

They would’ve loved to try to sneak away, but Mafioso was gripping his collar. Lightly, but still gripping it.

Eventually, iTrapped stood up, no longer petting Elliot.

“Don’t bother me for a while, I’m going to be busy. Not unless it’s important.”

And with that, he left the room without much explanation, but that’s just how he is.

Mafioso left too, trusting Elliot to watch over Chance. As soon as they were both gone, Chance left too, Elliot following behind because well he was entrusted to him even if it wasn’t said out loud.

Once inside Chance’s room, they immediately started an interrogation of sorts, not even looking at him yet.

“Why did you escape…? You’ve never done that before.”

Elliot startled slightly at the question, but answered to the best of his ability.

“You…..big….food. …no….me. …I….try…be…..like…you.”

Elliot says, voice raspy but he really tried.

Chance was disappointed, thinking that maybe he could finally get help from Elliot and actually escape this place, but no. They tried to reassure him anyways.

“I don’t know why he gave it to me either.”

They said, finally turning to look at Elliot.

“Why’d you come back? You could’ve gotten help.”

He asked, hoping he at least did something..but Elliot just tilted his head, all confused.

“Elliot. You could have gone to the police- or anyone! Did you not?”

He asked, desperate. Please tell them he did call someone at least..but Elliot shook his head.

He groaned, but noticed the other had tucked his tail between his legs and his ears were tilted down. Right. Hated being yelled at.

They calmed down, then asked another question.

“How did you escape?”

Elliot pointed to a window. Of course it was that damn window.

Desperate, Chance moved to the window and started an attempt to get up, enough to reach the window to pull it open.

“Don’t call anyone.”

They hissed, but they knew Elliot was likely panicking, and it was confirmed when he spoke.

“W-why”

He started, trying to ask why he was trying to escape, but he couldn’t speak well, he hated being in situations like this, it was either his relationship with Chance or with iTrapped that got ruined. What one was it?

In a panic, he wrapped his arms right around Chance after he managed to open the window. They frowned, trying to push him off.

Elliot withstood it for a bit, as Chance was even weaker than him, but they were both weak, and Elliot wasn’t used to standing. Suddenly,

THUD

Elliot was on the floor. He whimpered, feeling the pain shoot up his head. He started to sniffle, Chance freezing where he was, halfway on the window ledge.

Elliot cried, his head pounding. He wasn’t used to pain after all. He startled when he heard angry footsteps coming this way though, quickly trying to wipe away his tears.

Oh no..he angered iTrapped. He didn’t mean to- he forgot iTrapped was working! Oh no..he was such a bad kitty.

With an annoyed look on his face, iTrapped burst into the room, glaring at Chance halfway on the window ledge and Elliot on the floor, tears still drying.

“What the hell happened here?”

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He hissed, voice laced with genuine anger, mostly directing the question to Chance since Elliot couldn’t really speak that well. It was easier for them to explain.

However, they didn’t seem to want to, starting but not finishing an explanation.

“..He…I..”

They mumbled, glancing over at Elliot who was trying to control his tears, holding the back of his head.

He was trying his best to not annoy iTrapped more, feeling horrible for being so loud when he needed quiet. 

Chance felt a little bad, he didn’t mean to make Elliot cry, they were just desperate for escape. Slowly, he crawled down from the window.

“Explain.”

iTrapped hissed, impatient from not getting an answer the first time. Too impatient. He didn’t give either of them time to answer, ignoring Elliot in favor of moving closer to Chance, grabbing them by their collar.

He forced him up into a standing position, though it was awkward since they couldn’t stand on their own.

“And you. What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

He asked, hissing. He could see Chance’s legs shaking from disuse, but he didn’t care. They were being punished anyways.

“You act like it’s my first time,”

Chance mumbled..then, he looked away, but iTrapped quickly forced them to look back at him.

“Don’t look away, mutt. And don’t act like you’re above consequences just because you’ve done it before.”

iTrapped says, shoving Chance down to the ground by kicking their stomach. Once he’s on the ground, iTrapped leans down and grips their hair, lifting him up just enough to make eye contact again.

“Now explain everything that happened here.”

Chance just glared, breathing a bit heavily from the pain of the injuries he just got, using their hands for support as their hair was gripped and lifted.

“Fuck you.”

He managed, not answering anything.

But iTrapped just looked amused. Wrong move.

He slammed their head against the ground, then stood up, dusting off his hands before turning to Elliot, who had been watching the whole time.

“Elliot, baby, can you explain for me?”

He asked, voice gentle and kind unlike how he just was with Chance. He really didn’t want to punish his precious kitty, especially when doing it now was looping him in with Chance’s misdemeanor’s, but he already avoided consequences for escaping today.

Elliot was terrified, tail curling around himself protectively, ears pressed against his head, but he forced out an answer. He didn’t want what Chance just got.

“Chance….escap..e..I…stop. ..me….shoved….hurt.”

He whimpered, and he was terrified of how much he had to speak today. It wasn’t normal. They weren’t in their normal little rhythm.

“Thank for telling me, darling.”

iTrapped said kindly, voice too sweet. He was too calm after the anger he just showed. 

Gentle, he pulled Elliot close, both hands on one arm. He pressed a kiss to it, then twisted until..

CRACK

Elliot let out a cry of pain, quickly subduing it, but it hurt like hell. Tears filled his eyes and he gasped soundlessly, trying to not anger iTrapped anymore.

“Back to your from now, dear.”

iTrapped said gently, like he didn’t just break his arm, but Elliot nodded and crawled away to his room, breathing heavily as he tried to deal with the pain.

He only let himself cry when he reached his room, unsure what else happened to Chance, but he heard a slam. Not a good sign. He hoped they would be okay.

He startled when he heard iTrapped’s footsteps coming towards his room, quickly sitting up. Oh no no no- was the arm not enough? He wasn’t that bad of a kitty right..

He rubbed away his tears as best as possible, sniffling as iTrapped walked in, arm held against himself in fear of it being hurt more.

However, iTrapped didn’t hurt him, instead he kneeled in front of him and spoke gently.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright Elliot,”

He soothed, shushing him gently.

“I didn’t mean to make an example of you, I’m sorry. Will you let me take care of you?”

He asked carefully, holding out a hand for his arm.

Elliot was very hesitant, but he was more scared of what might happen if he didn’t give iTrapped his arm, so he gave it over.

iTrapped gingerly took his arm, looking over it like he wasn’t the reason it happened.

After examination, he quickly popped it back into place, earning another cry from Elliot, watching his claws stick out for a moment in shock. They didn’t look like they had been taken care of in a while, but he didn’t mind.

“There, see? All better now. Does it still hurt?”

He asked, and Elliot nodding weakly. Of course it still hurt! His arm was just broken and then snapped back into place.

iTrapped nodded gently, then grabbed some Tylenol and a cup of water, handing it to Elliot.

“Take it. It’ll make it feel better.”

Elliot nodded, taking the pills as he drank down the water.

He tried to appear calmer, but his ears and tail were still pinned back, giving away his fear easily. Obviously, iTrapped noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

He asked, and Elliot wasn’t sure how to respond without possibly making the other upset, so he just shrugged, forcing himself to cuddle like things were normal.

iTrapped didn’t take that for an answer though.

“Tell me what’s wrong,”

He insisted, not moving, not to give affection or to move him away. Elliot hesitated a lot, but eventually explained.

“You…scary.”

He mumbles, terrified after his arm was broken like it was nothing. He coughed after speaking, voice not used to being used. He felt miserable.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, darling.”

iTrapped starts, gently stroking Elliot’s hair now, satisfied with the answer..

“Tempter gets the better of me sometimes, I apologize for that.”

Elliot just nods. He can’t do anything but accept his apology, what else was he going to do? Try to escape again after that horrible experience?

Instead, he gently licks iTrapped’s cheek to tell him it’s okay, starting to calm down a little. He wasn’t in immediate danger anymore.

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At some point, iTrapped had left him to go back to the work that had been disrupted. Elliot stayed in his room until the pain killers kicked in, then finally decided he wanted to see someone.

He walked over to Mafioso’s room, peeking his head in slightly and seeing both Mafioso and Chance in there. Not unusual, Chance needed to be watched after all, but then he smelt it.

Chance was sick.

Oh no..he crawled into the room, climbing up and onto Mafioso’s bed, where Chance was resting. He was careful not to wake him, making sure they were being taken care of properly.

Mafioso noticed him of course though, and gently picked him up.

“Don’t get too close, you’ll get sick too.”

Elliot whined, wanting to make sure he was okay - that beating from iTrapped couldn’t be nice on their body, and now that they were sick, it must be even worse. He feels bad for him.

Regardless, he’s too weak to fight against Mafioso, so he relaxes into his arms and purrs lightly as he’s pet.

He points to Chance though with his non hurting arm, tilting his head. He was making sure they were okay still.

“He’s alright, just resting for now. I gave them some Tylenol, some water, and a cold towel to his forehead. They’ll be alright, I promise. I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Mafioso says gently, and Elliot sighs but nods, curling into him carefully, making sure to not put pressure on his injured arm.

This brings Mafioso’s attention to it though, and it clicks that he hadn’t used that arm the whole time he was crawling on his own too.

Gently, he caressing the shoulder attached to the hurt arm so Elliot would know what he was talking about before speaking up.

“What happened here?”

He really hoped it was something iTrapped knew about already…he seemed stressed out already, he had heard the slamming from Chance getting punished from something.

..or at least he assumed it was Chance. They had bruises and were likely passed out judging by how long it took for him to come into his room.

He quickly snapped back to reality though as he heard Elliot respond.

“iTrapped..”

He mumbles, and Mafioso lets out a soft sigh of relief. Thank goodness.

“Really? Poor thing..”

Although, did that mean he got punished. What’d he do..? Usually Elliot was the obedient one. 

He hoped he wasn’t being punished... he was allowing him to cuddle when he shouldn’t be if he really was being punished, and to be careful he momentarily paused his petting.

“Did you do something bad dear?”

He asked, and Elliot shook his head, so he asked another question.

“What happened then?”

Elliot pointed to Chance, then to a window. He tried escaping again.

“Again? A shame you got hurt over his attempt. ..why’d iTrapped hurt you over that anyways?”

He asked gently, assuming maybe Chance had gotten rather far or something. But no, Elliot explained something different.

He pointed to chance, then gently made a shoving motion with his unhurt arm, then pointed to himself, before finally making a crying motion.

Mafioso hummed softly at his re-inaction, gently petting him once more.

“I’m sorry dear. Are you feeling better now?”

He asked, and this time Elliot nodded, purring as he enjoyed the pets.

Before Mafioso could speak again, Chance woke up, groaning.

Elliot noticed immediately, turning to them and carefully moving down from where he was and then over to Chance, gently nuzzling into him and licking their cheeks.

Chance was too sick to push him away, so he laid down and purred against him, hoping to provide some comfort.

Mafioso sighed, but let it be for now, watching over the two.

After gaining some strength, Chance managed a question.

“Are you okay?”

He asked, and Elliot nodded, he had been feeling better for a while now. Sure he was upset he got hurt but..he escaped and disturbed iTrapped’s work. Surely a punishment was needed.

“Where’s iTrapped?”

Chance asked, and Elliot pointed in the direction of iTrapped’s room, before Mafioso cut in.

“In his room. Don’t bother him over this. And you,”

He placed a gentle hand on Elliot’s shoulder,

“Don’t get too close, or lick their face. You’re going to get sick too.”

Mafioso says with a sigh, picking Elliot up.

Elliot whines, but he let himself be picked up, going limp before nuzzling into Mafioso once he was properly in his arms.

Chance also decides to get out of bed, albeit much slower, sliding down onto the floor, trying not to use too much energy.

Once successfully getting off the bed, he starts his journey to the kitchen, craving something warm.

Elliot just watched, and upon realizing where they were going he wondered if it was feeding time, he was hungry too.

Mafioso however wasn’t exactly pleased, following behind Chance.

“Where are you going?”

“Food.”

Chance replies simply, opening whatever cabinets they could reach, trying to find anything to eat. They could still cook. However, every cabinet was completely empty, or only dog food.

Mafioso tried to stop them though, moving Elliot to one arm, then gripping Chance’s wrists and moving them back down to the floor.

“You haven’t been given permission to do that, Chance. Go lay back down in bed. You’re being ridiculous.”

Chance, however, is not taking it, trying to fight the grip.

“I’m hungry.”

Mafioso sighs, running a hand along Elliot’s back once he feels him tucking his head under his chin, clearly getting ready for a nap, unbothered by their fighting or whatever it was.

“Chance. If you want any possibility of a quick recovery, you’re going back to bed. You know what happens when you break rules.”

Mafioso says, stern. Chance doesn’t care though.

“Just this once…please?”

“Chance, this isn’t my choice, you know that. You aren’t asking me for permission because this sin’s my rule. You will be punished by iTrapped.”

He says, sighing at how stubborn Chance is being.

“He won’t find out..I’ll eat fast.”

“Do you really believe that? Tell me you’re smarter than that.”

“…I don’t care what he does.. I want to eat…I want something warm.”

Mafioso falters slightly at that, sighing before trying to come up with a solution.

“..if you go sit down I could see if he has any tea? And if not just some warm water. But, things will just be worse if you keep acting like that.”

Chance perked up slightly at that, nodding.

Mafioso nods back, watching Elliot fall asleep in his arms.

Chapter Text

When Elliot wakes up, it’s to iTrapped gently shaking him awake. He stirs, making a confused sound as he tries to fully wake up.

“Lunch is done darling.”

He explains, pressing a gentle kiss to Elliot’s head before walking away.

Elliot groans, shifting a little. Mafioso is next to him, putting away a book he was reading.

Elliot gently head-butts him, then lifts his arms, tilting his head.

“Clingy kitty,”

Mafioso teases, but he picks him up anyways, giving him some gentle pats before carrying him out to the kitchen, placing him on a stool.

Elliot blinks slowly at the soup in front of him - huh, guess iTrapped really wasn’t lying.

He yawns, taking a while, but he eventually wakes up more and takes a bite. It was good to him, someone who hadn’t had human food in a long while now.

After a couple bites, he noticed Chance on the floor still and decided to join him, very carefully crawling and then dragging the soup every few paces since one arm was still hurt, but eventually he managed, nuzzling into him gently.

Chance didn’t do it back as normal, but he seemed more confused than usual.

“Why are you here? You should eat at the table. Your arm’s hurt.”

Elliot just stared, then placed the back of his hand to Chance’s forehead. Still warm. Hypocrite.

“….Don’t look at me like that.”

Elliot kept looking at him like that. He glanced at his soup bowl to see where it was, then kept eating while staring.

“Not my fault I’m sick…I was starved!”

Chance huffs, and Elliot supposes that was true, so he nuzzled into him in an attempt to comfort him.

“..You’ll get sick if you’re this close to me. …idiot.”

Elliot whines at that, he’s a clingy cat! What else is he meant to do! Stubborn, he keeps clinging anyways. 

“Hey- no no, don’t take advantage of when I’m sick and weaker than you! Nuh-uh!”

He huffed, trying to push Elliot away, but failed. Too weak..

Elliot was purring away happily, arms wrapped tightly around Chance like he wasn’t actively getting lightly pushed away.

“..you’re evil. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

Chance huffs after a while of trying to fight, and Elliot just shakes his head. Usually he’s called a good kitty.

Elliot then decides it’s a good idea to try and feed Chance, grabbing a spoonful of soup and feeding it to them happily.

“No- stop- I can feed myself!”

Elliot just shushed him, then kept feeding. He was very likely going to get sick but honestly, he didn’t care.

Neither did Mafioso or iTrapped, as they both left after watching the two of them silently, making sure nothing bad was happening.

“You’re so stubborn..”

Chance grumbles, giving up on trying to fight it.

When Elliot offeres more food, they shake their head, no longer hungry.

“No..I’m okay for now.”

Elliot accepted that thankfully, and ate his own food before snuggling back into Chance like nothing happened

“Why are you so clingy today..geez”

Chance huffs, but after a moment he re-notices the broken arm he’s trying to avoid using and feels bad.

“I’m sorry about your arm…and pushing you.”

Elliot blinks at the sudden apology, but he licks his cheek to tell him it’s okay anyways. He doesn’t really mind too much anymore, and he knows why they did it.

Once Chance’s sure both iTrapped and Mafioso are fully gone, not able to hear their conversation anymore, they sigh and speak up again.

“I don’t know how you did it. I couldn’t.”

Elliot only tilts his head though, so he elaborates.

“Escaping.”

Elliot’s mouth makes an o shape, and then he tries his best to explain.

“Me…trust..ed.”

“Well what do you expect me to do? Cuddle up to iTrapped like an actual pet?”

Chance asked, sarcastic, but Elliot just shrugged. He never did understand why they struggled so much to accept this life.

“I’d rather die.”

Chance sighed,

“We’re people, Elliot. Not..whatever this is.”

But Elliot..he didn’t remember what it was like to not be a pet. He had been drugged back when he was first taken, until he couldn’t remember anything. Everything he remembered today was from what iTrapped told him.

“I met you when you used to work at that pizzeria.”

Chance mentions, trying to get him to remember.

“Pizza..?”

“Yeah, You ran it all by yourself somedays..you were so good at it..”

Chance mumbles, but Elliot just shakes his head, not believing him. iTrapped would’ve told him right???

“..I can prove it, I just need my phone- I don’t know where it went. Elliot, listen to me, please?”

They begged, hoping that if he could finally get him to remember then just maybe they could escape together. Elliot just shook his head, ignoring it. Too confusing. Chance sighed.

They didn’t hold any anger towards Elliot for his actions, he knew in the end he was just insanely brainwashed. They really hoped he escaped, and didn’t come back this time.

However, he was also the most likely to listen to him, Mafioso couldn’t care less because he was treated so normally, and iTrapped obviously wasn’t going to just let them go.

Thinking about it..iTrapped wasn’t here, had left while they ate, and Mafioso could be careless today. Slowly, he pulled himself from the cuddle.

He stared at the door. It was so easy to open, no locks or anything. It taunted them.

Elliot quickly shook his head, eyes begging. He was too sick to escape right now!

“Fuck. Come on, Elliot”

Chance said quietly, trying to bring him to the door with him, but Elliot fought back, terrified.

His ears were pinned against his head, remembering how his previous escape had gone. It was horrifying.

“I can get us help..it’s not scary, I promise.”

Chance said, trying to reason with him, but Elliot was too scared to even consider it. 

“People will help us.”

He tried again, and Elliot shook his head. He didn’t need help. Or at least he didn’t think he did..? This was so confusing. Chance was confusing.

“Elliot- can you remember which way you took when you escaped?”

He shook his head. He couldn’t remember anything but the fear he felt, then the relief as he was found.

“..Okay. At least tell me how far the house was from where the people and cars were? How many steps did you take?”

Elliot just blinked at them, overwhelmed. He was supposed to count? He didn’t know..so he said the only thing he did remember about his path.

“Road..”

He said. He remembered following a road.

“There’s a road..okay. Was it empty?”

Elliot nodded. Chance looked worried.

“Did you see any blue buildings?”

Elliot shrugged. He wasn’t paying attention to that.

Chance sighed, but if Elliot took that long to be able to get to a city unharmed, then he’d take even longer, especially since he was sick too. Guess right now might not be the best time to escape..

Elliot seemed relieved as he decided not to leave, carefully curling back up into him.

Chance let him do so this time, as after all his fever was going haywire and he needed warmth, which Elliot could provide.

It didn’t take long before they were both tired though, and Chance gently nudged Elliot.

“…Don’t sleep on the floor. Go to your bed.”

Elliot grumbled, but he began to drag Chance with him over to his bed. He was still clingy.

“No- I can’t- you know that..”

They trailed off, and Elliot tilted his head, not remembering that rule. Regardless he stopped the dragging and just cuddled up where he was again.

“I’ll get you sick! ..oh c’mon,”

Chance sighed as Elliot refused to let him go,

“Fine. We’ll use your bed.”

Elliot grinned, continuing to drag Chance all the way to his bed. Once there, he happily curled up into him and got cozy.

He laid on top of them, deciding their warmth from the fever was cozy, keeping him heated up.

Chance tried to escape the cuddling, but Elliot was persistent, clinging on tightly.

After a while of laying there, Elliot slowly fell asleep.