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Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 17: Home (Finale)

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Content: group bullying, ableism, arguing, alcohol, selective mutism, pet trope, giant/tiny, gay teasing, hunger/thirst, exhaustion, (please let me know if I forgot any)

Pov: Hamster

Poll Winner: Outfit Section B

Note: This is the last chapter! Thank you so much for reading! I am planning on making more art for previous chapters so there will be art of Hamster’s outfit coming out soon! I have other plans that I will make a post for later on as well, so stay tuned ^_^

A special thanks to my friend @alittlewhump for proofreading this! Thank you <3

Art and Writing under the cut!

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You have never been camping before in your life, and you’re not sure if you like it given your circumstances.

Your ankles are throbbing from walking for hours, and you’re pretty sure there’s cobwebs tangled in your hair. Ashley’s not even here to clean your hair out for you. Ashley’s not even here…

You’re exhausted from crying, and only manage a few stray tears as you chew on the dry sunflower seed with Soap. At least the food is familiar.

The food sucks all the moisture from your mouth, and Soap offers you some water to help wash it down. He warns you that this is all we have so you’re only allowed a few gulps. He takes it from your hands before your thirst is quenched, and you watch it leave your hands in disappointment.

A chill goes through you while you watch Soap fuss over his supplies for the 100th time, and all you can do is pull the cheap doll clothes tighter around you.The pink fluffy sweater might look warm, but the plastic material doesn’t seem to keep the heat in all too well, and it itches against your skin.

You watch Soap make a bed from your hammock and he waves you over. “Come and sleep while you can. We still have a ways to go before we make it. We have to wake up early tomorrow if we’re going to cover any ground.”

He still hasn’t told you where exactly he is taking you, but you’re too tired to care right now. You hesitantly sit beside him, and he helps you take your hair down so you can use it to keep warm. He lays beside you and pulls the hammock around both of you in a sort of sleeping bag shape. It’s warmer than you expected it to be, and Soap laying so close to you makes your heart flutter. When you look over at his face he looks serious as he stares at the ceiling. It’s almost pitch black, but you can still make out his silhouette. “Go to sleep,” he says, annoyed that you’re watching him.

The minute you close your eyes you drift off into a fitful sleep. Exhaustion winning over stress and grief.

The next day is much like the night before, except you’re tired, and sore all over. Soap pulls you along, seemingly knowing directions.

The day after that is the same, except now you’re dragging your feet to keep up with him. He lets you take a break and sits beside you. “We’re almost there Hamster. I’m taking you to some people I know. They’ll take care of you.”

They will? Is Soap going to leave you with a bunch of strangers?

After all that’s happened this is what tips you over. Your face gets hot, and you gulp back threatening tears. You point at him and pat your chest. He’s not allowed to leave you just like that. You grab his arm and hold it possessively.

He looks uncomfortable, and tugs away testingly. “Don’t be like that. You’ll be fine.”

You tug his arm closer and glare at him. You don’t understand why he seems to hate you so much. He told you he wouldn’t ditch you, but apparently he’s also a liar.

“Calm down. I’m not leaving you just yet, but I can’t stay with you forever.”

Your whole world was stolen from you, and now the only person familiar to you is talking about leaving you. It’s not fair. Hot tears start to stream down your cheeks involuntarily. Soap has been nothing but a jerk to you this whole time. You’re angry. You have a right to be angry.

You shove Soap away from you, and stand up to get away from him. His body sways back from the impact, and he catches himself with his hand on the ground.

Soap gets up too, anger in his voice when he snaps at you. “Look. I don’t know what you’re thinking because you don’t fucking talk, but let me get something straight here. I’m not a pet. I’m not obligated to help you, and throwing a temper tantrum isn’t going to get you what you want. I get that this sucks, but you don’t get to take it out on me. Got it?”

He walks away to leave you thinking about what he’s said, and you pout in the corner for a while. Maybe you can find a human who can take you back to Ashley. The human who took you from the house said that people knew you from Ashley’s blog, so anyone you find would know to return you to her. The thought is comforting, but not exactly foolproof to work, so you keep the idea tucked away as a plan B. Without much choice, you follow Soap, and pray that he will keep taking care of you.

After calming down for a bit you hesitantly approach Soap, and take his hand to hold it. He looks away awkwardly but squeezes your hand. He doesn’t say anything for a while after that.

It’s another few hours of travel before the scenery changes from dusty walls, spider webs, and insulation. The musty wood shifts into brightly painted walls filled with decorations, paintings and photographs, and the floors are scattered with warm patterned carpets. There’s a sweet scent in the air that pulls at your empty stomach. To your own nervous excitement you also hear voices chattering around the corner.

That’s when you see something you’ve never thought you would see in your life. A group of people your own size gathered around a lounge area. Just relaxing, talking, and drinking out of mugs.

You gawk at the scene as if you’re dreaming, but the moment is shattered when they all turn and look at you. Putting you on the spot. Your grip on Soap tightens, and you press against him. You don’t like how these people are looking at you, and you hide behind Soap while peeking out from behind his shoulder.

“Scrubs?” one of them chimes and a few walk up to the two of you. “Oh my god, what happened to you? You look like you’ve been caught in a rat trap.” They laugh at him and look him up and down.

They look at you, and you can’t help but shrink with your shoulders hunched. “And who’s this? Scrubs, you got a girl?” Another laugh. “We thought you were gay.” They jab him in the arm with their elbow and he swats them off.

GAY!? You’re shocked, and appalled. Any illusion you had of romance washes down the drain. You can only hope that they’re wrong, otherwise you feel embarrassed for thinking you had a chance.

He mock laughs with them and tells them to screw off. “I don’t have time to joke around. We need water and something to eat… It’s been a long week. We’re starving. C’mon Hamster, just ignore them.” He leads you to a stool and sets you down while he goes and talks to some people.

A few other people sit around you, staring. “So where are you from? What’s your name?” they ask.

You breathe in, panicked, and look to see if Soap is going to save you. You shrug at the question, while someone gives you water, and you chug as much as you can. The cold liquid fills your empty stomach, quenching your thirst and soothing your cracked lips. You pull the cup away with a satisfied sigh.

When Soap comes back he is at least able to introduce you. “This is Hamster. She’s a… Pet.” He breaks the news as if you’re tainted, a tight expression pinches his lips. “So go easy on her, she doesn’t know anything. She can’t talk so don’t bother asking her much.”

“A pet!?” The others sound shocked and the bar goes quiet, all looking at you in disbelief. One person starts coughing after choking on their drink.

“Scrubs, what have you gotten yourself into?” Another person asks.

Then another question from someone else, “Were you kept in a cage?”

“Did they grab you a lot?” And suddenly they’re all talking over each other with horrible questions. Their voices overlap and they feel like they’re closing in on you. You put your hands over your ears to block them out.

“Stop it!” Soap bellows over the crowd and puts an arm around you. “You’re traumatizing her, so knock it off. We just need a meal and we’ll be leaving.”

You wouldn’t say they were traumatizing you, as much as overwhelming you with intrusion, but you wonder if he’s more so talking about himself. You can’t pretend to not know how much he was suffering over the last few weeks. As much as you wanted him to stay with you and adjust to it, you know that things weren’t getting much better for him there.

“Leaving where? We haven’t seen you for over a year. You’re just gonna take off again?” the stranger asks.

“I’m taking her to my parents,” he says.

More murmuring and Soap tells you to ignore them. Soon you’re given a hearty bowl of soup, and some bread crumbs. It‘s steaming, and you breathe it in. You’re so hungry you burn yourself on the first spoonful, clumsy with the utensil you’re not used to using. It’s the most delicious meal you’ve ever had, and you basically inhale it along with the bread. It’s savory and buttery at the same time, with a spice you’ve never tasted before.

You wonder if Soap’s parents are as mean as he is, while you scrape at the bottom of the bowl and your heart aches for Ashley’s kind words. She always speaks softly to you, and treats you like a treasure. The thought of her crying over you being taken breaks your heart.

Some of the other tinies have pulled Soap away to ask more questions, not satisfied with what he’s told them. They keep glancing over at you. It makes you uncomfortable, but there’s nothing you can do about it.

Soap seems eager to leave after that whole scene, and takes you down a long hallway. One that’s painted, lit up with fairy lights, and a warm carpet. It’s much more inviting than any previous scenery. Soap is still tense and all he says is, “those guys are idiots. Don’t listen to them.”

Are all tinies like this? The thought makes you shudder. If that’s the case you’ll just have to go find a human and go with plan B after all.

It’s not long after that Soap is knocking on a door that’s been built to fit people your size. Everything around here is built for people your size, and it makes you feel like a giant in comparison to being in a human’s house. You feel like you’re taking up way too much space.

An older woman with warm brown skin answers the door, and gasps with a hand to her chest. “Soap Scrub! My baby, oh I wasn’t expecting you! What happened to your hair?” She puts a hand on the side of his head, staring into his eyes. Then she looks at you. “And who is this?”

Soap introduces you by just your name, and introduces her as his mother. He doesn’t answer about his hair, and he doesn’t tell her that you’re a pet just yet either, to your relief. Apparently that’s just an invitation to be harrassed, as you’ve discovered.

She gives you a curious look, but beckons you both inside. Closing the door once you’re both in.

The home is cozy with a lot of plants, and a tea candle stove. There are cushions around the table for you to sit down on while Soap carefully explains the situation. He asks if you can both stay for an unknown amount of time. His mother says of course without a second thought.

Soap gives you clean clothes to wear, and his mom fills a tub for you to clean yourself with, heating the water over the tea candle. They leave you in the bathroom by yourself, and although you know what to do, you still get a pang of hurt thinking about how alien this is to you. Ashley would usually supervise your baths and help you shampoo your hair. Your hair is too wild to reach all of it on your own, so you leave it alone.

You can hear them talking through the door, but the words are murmured. You just hope that Soap’s mom doesn’t ask you a bunch of questions too, or find you tainted like the people at that lounge seemed to.

The clothes that Soap gave you are tight, but surprisingly soft. Unlike the cheap plastic texture you’ve been forced to wear for the last few days. You hope Soap throws those away. You’re loads more comfortable anyway, and let out a content sigh.

When you come back out you sit down on the cushion at the table while Soap takes his turn in the washroom. You start picking twigs and fluff out of your hair. There’s all kinds of things stuck in it, as per usual, but you suppose you won’t be getting hamster bedding stuck in it anymore…

Soap’s mom is watching you, and you avert your eyes to the floor. She comes closer, and sits close to you. “Would you like help with your hair, honey?” she asks. You nod, your cheeks warming.

She sits behind you with a comb, and slowly starts combing the spider webs out of your curls. It feels different than Ashley’s large hands, but the sentiment makes you tear up. She’s so gentle with you. She doesn’t ask you any questions either, and you start to let your guard down.

Soap’s father comes home shortly after, and you’re introduced to him as well. He has a sturdy face, with a short sleek gray beard. Soap takes him into another room to talk to him. When he comes back out he shakes your hand firmly, and says “Welcome to the family.”

You think it's pretty bold of them to just assume they would like you living with them, and you give Soap a look. As much as Soap loves to say he doesn’t understand you, he seems to understand your look just fine and he assures you that it's okay. All you can do is keep trusting him.

Soap’s parents give you a bed, like an actual bed, and eventually you ask them (in gestures) if they can set up your hammock for you. Soap’s father puts it up for you, and his mom makes it comfy with blankets and pillows. It’s a little piece of home, and you spend most of your time rocking in it.

Soap doesn’t abandon you after all, and sticks around for a while, while you adjust to your new living arrangements, and the new people you’re living with. You have a feeling Soap needed to be home for a while too after Ashley had been so mean to him. He smiles more often, and makes jokes with his mom when they cook dinner together. He’s a lot more charming when he’s happy, and you still secretly admire him. Even if he’s not interested in you.

Soap even teaches you how to sew, even though you’re very bad at it, and it sometimes starts a fight between the two of you. Mostly because he’s still a jerk and gets frustrated with you easily. Still, for some reason he keeps trying, which you appreciate.

You really like his parents after all, and although you still miss Ashley, it's kind of fun meeting new people, and trying out a different lifestyle. Even if the adjustment is difficult. They even tell you that you could call them mom and dad if you wanted. You don’t have the courage to try talking yet, but they don’t seem to get mad about it like Soap does so you don’t force yourself.

You mostly follow Mom around the house while she teaches you things like making bread, and taking care of plants. She hums a lot, and you find it very soothing.

Sometimes you go out with Dad to socialize and meet more people. When strangers ask you about being a pet you just shrug and let Dad tell them to mind their own business. You like sitting around the bar with a few of them and listening to them tell stories to each other. You wonder how many of the stories are exaggerated but you just smile anyway.

Eventually when Soap does leave you, you don’t mind it as much as you thought you would. Even if you miss him. You’ve made a few friends with the other tinies and you know you’ll see Soap again someday.

You’ve made a new life here, one that's full of learning and purpose. One that’s fun and interesting. The more you do every day the more you realize how bored and lonely you were in that cage waiting all day for Ashley to come home from work. You hope that Ashley is able to make new friends too, and doesn’t feel lonely without you.

This is the start of your new life, and you’re happy that you found a place to call home.

End.

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