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I could remember every detail…
Every second of my past…
It still haunted my memories.
I remember most clearly… The day I became useless, and they took Sanity away.
Sanity was the only animal in that lab that was nice to me. He was a cat, the only one that withstood enough chemicals to have their fur change colors, aside from myself. He was a light mint green, with darker green on his paws, ears, tails, and in designs that were on his fur. He was very weak, it shocked me that he withstood so many chemicals.
He was always there to comfort me when another test had gotten to me.
Until today.
The Scientists were carrying him out of the lab. I could hear him saying, “It’s okay. I’ll come back later.”
I knew he was lying. I knew where they were taking him.
They were going to put him down. And I couldn’t do anything about it. They had me on that cold table, braces holding my body down, as they injected me with that needle, and my consciousness slipped away.

I woke up when I heard screaming, and I was back in my cage. Suddenly a pain shot through my back and the screaming got even louder.
That screaming was me.
Every second the pain got worse, and I curled into a ball with my tail between my legs, as the pain was so bad I couldn’t even scream anymore, all I could do was shake and cry.
I slightly opened my eyes and looked at my back, where the source of the pain limply laid; wings sprouting from my back.
I slowly closed my eyes as I passed out from pain.

I regained consciousness, still in pain, and looked outside my cage. The scientists weren’t there, and there was food in my bowl, which meant they had left for a meal. I turned my neck as far as I could towards the base of my new wings, and bit.
And bit again.
I slowly bit it, until my jaw became looser and started chewing.
My back was numb from the pain. One wing was off. I turned over and began working on the other wing, until both lied beside me, surrounded in blood, as I closed my eyes and welcomed unconsciousness.

Whoa. I can't believe I forgot about this!!
I made it, along with the story, quite awhile back. My computer was on the fritz, and we had no connection for almost a week, so it just laid there.
So here it is!
What's a fursona involved in animal testing without angst?

Vanilla Twilight Lyrics © Owl City

Description
I could remember every detail…
Every second of my past…
It still haunted my memories.
I remember most clearly… The day I became useless, and they took Sanity away.
Sanity was the only animal in that lab that was nice to me. He was a cat, the only one that withstood enough chemicals to have their fur change colors, aside from myself. He was a light mint green, with darker green on his paws, ears, tails, and in designs that were on his fur. He was very weak, it shocked me that he withstood so many chemicals.
He was always there to comfort me when another test had gotten to me.
Until today.
The Scientists were carrying him out of the lab. I could hear him saying, “It’s okay. I’ll come back later.”
I knew he was lying. I knew where they were taking him.
They were going to put him down. And I couldn’t do anything about it. They had me on that cold table, braces holding my body down, as they injected me with that needle, and my consciousness slipped away.

I woke up when I heard screaming, and I was back in my cage. Suddenly a pain shot through my back and the screaming got even louder.
That screaming was me.
Every second the pain got worse, and I curled into a ball with my tail between my legs, as the pain was so bad I couldn’t even scream anymore, all I could do was shake and cry.
I slightly opened my eyes and looked at my back, where the source of the pain limply laid; wings sprouting from my back.
I slowly closed my eyes as I passed out from pain.

I regained consciousness, still in pain, and looked outside my cage. The scientists weren’t there, and there was food in my bowl, which meant they had left for a meal. I turned my neck as far as I could towards the base of my new wings, and bit.
And bit again.
I slowly bit it, until my jaw became looser and started chewing.
My back was numb from the pain. One wing was off. I turned over and began working on the other wing, until both lied beside me, surrounded in blood, as I closed my eyes and welcomed unconsciousness.

Whoa. I can't believe I forgot about this!!
I made it, along with the story, quite awhile back. My computer was on the fritz, and we had no connection for almost a week, so it just laid there.
So here it is!
What's a fursona involved in animal testing without angst?

Vanilla Twilight Lyrics © Owl City