A note before it starts, X equals in romantic ship. I've seen Wattpad do such embarrassing stuff like (Character Name) x Child Reader-like noo X means ship!
And I first wrote it then I put it through Rephrasely.
Arrow's heart raced as he anxiously tapped his fingers against Russ’s fur, the Russian blue cat curled up in the corner with Cave.
Instead of joining them in the chaotic sea of pillows and blankets, Yeti moved toward the doors just as they opened.
His pulse quickened, drowning out whatever the White Coat was saying.
He could hear Yeti’s furious shouts rising above the din.
A sudden smack echoed in the dome, freezing him in place. The cat hissed in alarm, and he caught Cave’s horrified gasp next to him.
Then, to their shock, Yeti sunk his sharp teeth into Lucky’s arm. Lucky screamed and swung at Yeti, struggling to pry him loose, but the smaller Teletubby clung on fiercely.
Suddenly, the collar around Arrow's neck jolted him, making him yelp and nearly drop Russ. The cat's fur bristled, and Yeti jerked his head away, running over to Arrow’s side.
Though it stung, Arrow felt only a dull ache.
He tensed as the man approached, the fur on the back of Yeti’s neck standing on end, fists clenched at his sides.
As the man bent down to grab Cave’s journal, the brown Tubby's claws shot forward, raking at his arm and tearing the sleeve of his lab coat.
“The fuck—” Lucky yanked back his arm, irritation flashing in his eyes.
Cave quickly shoved his journal under a pillow, sitting on it defiantly, ready to fight if the man dared to take it.
He glared with an intensity that spoke volumes.
Yeti and Arrow exchanged anxious glances as the tension thickened in the air.
Lucky reached for the remote, and Arrow's heart sank. He feared he would use it on Cave to force him to relinquish the book.
Then, without warning, the collar jolted Arrow again—this time a prolonged shock that made him gasp and clutch at his neck.
Russ, hissing furiously, lunged toward Lucky, but Yeti scooped him up just in time, knowing the cat would be no match for the man.
Cave's glare faltered under the weight of the chaos, until the cries became unbearable.
In a sudden burst of resolve, he yanked his journal from under the pillow and flung it at Lucky’s boots. Only then did Lucky release the button.
Arrow coughed, still twitching slightly from the lingering effects of the shocks.
Cave clung to his arm, tears streaming down his face—fear, frustration, and helplessness swirling within him.
He wished the collars were easier to remove, but Lenny had struggled in vain to get them off.
Anger simmered at the edges of his mind, fueled by the White Coat's annoyed sigh.
If he weren’t so terrified, he might have dared to confront Smith himself, but he knew all too well the harsh shock that would follow any act of defiance.
None of them said anything; the weight of their shared despair hung heavily in the air, leaving them trapped in a silence that spoke volumes.
